October 19, 2015

What If?

Posted in Poetry/Lyrics tagged , at 7:33 pm by bizarrerhymes

Some have a yearning for earning
Without the hassle of learning
Spend their days posting
Brand Me self-promoting.

Can’t switch it off – might miss some tricks
See what friends might share
And how they get their get their kicks.

But what if the only light was natural?
And the only sounds acoustic?
What if the only travel was on foot,
Scooter, skateboard or trike?

I’m an unpaid clown not a prophet
Evangelist, visionary, muse,
I can’t speak in tongues
But I know the time comes
When the river and seas turn to songs.

What if the only food was organic?
and the only fruit was from trees?
What if the only mail was paper
carried by pigeon, by horse or by sea?

One second the difference
Twixt calm and calamity,
Hangs by a thread
Which way the dice rolls
Because in your mind
you’ve got the controls.

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October 18, 2015

Talking on Telephones

Posted in Poetry/Lyrics at 9:42 am by bizarrerhymes

Talking on telephones
Walking on belly bones
Don’t know the answer
Capricorn sounds better than cancer
Talking movies
Speaking truly
People die
What are people?
I am not dead
Not like Fred
West – not the notorious
guy from Bristol
But the one who offered me cider
When I was only 6
Probably would be locked-up
If he did that now
But he won’t ‘cos he’s dead.
 
Not worried about the finality of it all
When you’re dancing around in a teetotaller’s ball
With endorphins flushing through your channels
And your brogues getting polished by your flannels
Enough!

This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco
No ‘end of year do’ for the dental floss few.
It’s an audition and you didn’t get the part.
NEXT!

May 30, 2015

Charcoal Car

Posted in Poetry/Lyrics at 7:48 pm by bizarrerhymes


Driving in my charcoal car
I stop and check my chocolate map,
On my way to the field of ‘phones,
Drive four hours – take a nap.

Make some money ‘phone pickin,
Saving for a feather guitar,
So I can play and sing my surreal songs,
Standing on the roof of my charcoal car.

Not far to misty valley
I take a left and a right
Then a right and a left
Field of ‘phones at the bottom of the kite.

Make some money ‘phone pickin,
Saving for a feather guitar,
So I can play and sing my surreal songs,
Standing on the roof of my charcoal car.

Two months I’m pickin up ‘phones
Wilkins dry is part of the deal,
I’m the only one whose not a robot
They don’t eat, don’t sleep, don’t feel.

Make some money ‘phone pickin,
Saving for a feather guitar,
So I can play and sing my surreal songs,
Standing on the roof of my charcoal car.

Finished the job ‘n left my digs
And bought my feather guitar
On the road now booking gigs
Driving along in my charcoal car

Make some money ‘phone pickin,
Saving for a feather guitar,
So I can play and sing my surreal songs,
Standing on the roof of my charcoal car.

August 24, 2014

Two Plus

Posted in Poetry/Lyrics at 11:05 am by bizarrerhymes


Two wolves in a pack
Two days in a week,
But worlds in between.

Two parents, same eyes
Two sexes, same thoughts
Delight unforseen

Two bodies one being
To being one body
Our adding machine.

Two teachers,
Two schools,
Two children,
Two jewels.

April 1, 2014

Warsaw

Posted in Poetry/Lyrics at 8:15 pm by bizarrerhymes

Lots of coloured lights in a motorway tunnel
White lines disappear in a hypnotic funnel.
Comforting warmth cocoons my seat,
Lots of elves and fairies at my feet.

I dance through chives with a chosen few,
Boarding complete. Room with a view.
The nearest exit might be behind you,
Switch off electronic devices on cue.

A tray of chocolates and a voice wakes me
from a slumber where wild horses chase me
past some rocks, desert, clock of long now
We've landed in Warsaw - I don't know how.

Butty too

Posted in Poetry/Lyrics at 8:11 pm by bizarrerhymes

I saw a beautiful brown butterfly
Thinking on a flower.
Suddenly it took flight,
Glided past,
Glanced a hair,
and touched me with its power.

November 30, 2013

It’s Over

Posted in Poetry/Lyrics at 1:39 pm by bizarrerhymes

I saw a hover fly this morning
It’s just another day.
No-one says a word to me
It’s just another day.

Now it started raining harder
It’s looking rather grey.
The only way through this
Is keeping out the way.

Drab sad woman shopping
Leaves me feeling low,
Grumpy man with moustache
Prods me cos I’m slow.

It’s just another day.

I listen to Patti Page singing
of sand dunes and salty air
I see a humming bird in my mind
Koniec tego despair.

I See

Posted in Poetry/Lyrics at 12:51 pm by bizarrerhymes

Optical pause,
Audible cause,
Fast draws,
Legal flaws,
Society laws,
House of straws,
Seesaws.

November 24, 2013

Two

Posted in Poetry/Lyrics, Uncategorized at 6:00 pm by bizarrerhymes

Two wolves in a pack
Two days in a week,
Alike but worlds apart.

Two parents’ faces
Different sex, same thoughts
Growing closer in looks and likes.

Two bodies one being
To being one body
The same but different.

Two children,
Two schools, two teachers,
Two jewels.

One second

Posted in Poetry/Lyrics at 5:38 pm by bizarrerhymes

One second is the difference

Between calm and catastrophe.

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