Poem of 2024
Achtung! Spotzen!
The German Measles have me in their grip
and every spot is causing greatest pain.
I scritch and scratch and then I scritch again
and scrawp and scratch and tear and scrape and rip
but can not give this itchiness the slip,
as scritchingscratching in my itchy dance
I fail to stop the spots, they just advance
and keep on spreading down my arms and chest,
and all night long I can't get any rest.
I wish the twats would all f*ck off to France!
🇩🇪 ☹️ 🇩🇪
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=zPkOs9NmJ5s&pp=ygUTZ2VybWFuIG1lYXNsZXMgc29uZw%3D%3D
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Howls
...so sorry to hear that, get well soon
yesterday we talked about ghosts
what they did when we're asleep
we spoke about souls that's lost
and within the shadows creep
last night sleeping alone
I heard a haunting call
stirring my comfort of silence
with that deep guttural howl
I felt a stir next to my ear
I held my breath in fear
my cat from under the blanket
hissed! jumped away into the night
she turned in before I did
poor cat is still mad
it went off its feed
but now I have a vast bed
...all to my self
...so sorry to hear that, get well soon
yesterday we talked about ghosts
what they did when we're asleep
we spoke about souls that's lost
and within the shadows creep
last night sleeping alone
I heard a haunting call
stirring my comfort of silence
with that deep guttural howl
I felt a stir next to my ear
I held my breath in fear
my cat from under the blanket
hissed! jumped away into the night
she turned in before I did
poor cat is still mad
it went off its feed
but now I have a vast bed
...all to my self
Happy House
The house is growing old and looking sad.
Its roof is leaking, many slates have gone.
It's lost the cheerful look that once it had
when it was new and life inside went on.
Its hearth is cold, no fire is blazing there,
the paper peels, unrolling from the wall,
the windows blind, the battered floorboards bare,
now only echos echo in its hall.
The house remembers, though, a better time,
the better days when it was full of light,
the happy days when it was in its prime
and every hour was filled with laughter bright.
It was a house with love in large amounts,
and, now it’s falling down, that's all that counts.
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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=KwIe_sjKeAY&pp=ygURb3VyIGhvdXNlIG1hZG5lc3M%3D
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X-ray: The Shadow
I can't believe the time has gone so fast
from fair beginning of the new-born year.
The Spring and Summer just went flashing past
and now the dying Autumn days are here,
when from the tree the gusty wind, unkind,
will cause that final clinging leaf to drop,
then ice of freezing Winter, close behind
with deadly chill, will bring life to a stop.
But Spring again will come and Life return
as seeds begin to feel the surge and push
up bravely through the warming Earth, to burn
with green desire in Nature's fervent rush.
I'll take no part, though, in that madgreenrave,
for I'll be dead and buried in my grave.
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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AE1ct5yEuVY&pp=ygURZ29pbmcgdW5kZXJncm91bmQ%3D
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Shadows
in shadows they lurked
silently stalking their preys
fingers reaching out
dirty scratch marks left
engulfing my thoughts
they embraced my being
chittering as spiders on the hunt
hurts my heart strings
I run in terror
to crash into another
screaming broken glasses
mirrored my inner face
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in shadows they lurked
silently stalking their preys
fingers reaching out
dirty scratch marks left
engulfing my thoughts
they embraced my being
chittering as spiders on the hunt
hurts my heart strings
I run in terror
to crash into another
screaming broken glasses
mirrored my inner face
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The Road Goes Ever On (Until Suddenly It Doesn't)
I wandered through the leafy wood
and life was green and life was good,
the path was clear and free from mud,
the birds were singing as they should.
Their happy song filled all the air,
and flowers bloomed beside the track,
the sun was warm upon my back,
of hopes and dreams I had no lack,
my footloose feet were free from care …
but now the trees are bare and grey.
The path has gone, I've lost my way.
The birds no longer sing and play.
The shadows creep, they're here to stay;
and ever darker they will grow,
until I can not see at all,
and then I'll stumble, trip and fall
in answer to that Final Call
from Him, who rules the Dark below.
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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vbM86eiczAg&pp=ygUka2VlcCByaWdodCBvbiB0byB0aGUgZW5kIG9mIHRoZSByb2Fk
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Clouds
I see you my dear
shaped in the clouds
around your head a halo
like fluffy soap suds
I see a rabbit
staring at its watch
familiar coat and vest
a page I saw once
dappled shadows under the trees
as I sat and think of thee
long ago left for glory
happy and fancy free
I see you my dear
shaped in the clouds
around your head a halo
like fluffy soap suds
I see a rabbit
staring at its watch
familiar coat and vest
a page I saw once
dappled shadows under the trees
as I sat and think of thee
long ago left for glory
happy and fancy free
Roundabout
To think the carousel will still whirl round
when I've dismounted from my prancing steed
seems strange indeed, the music's happy sound
continuing, Life paying me no heed.
To have to enter darkness, cold and still,
and leave the lights and laughter far behind,
abandoning the livinglovingthrill
of fairground joys, is monstrous and unkind.
But, then, new customers will need my place,
impossible for everyone to stay,
the fairground would be packed, there'd be no space,
if all the oldies didn't go away.
Still, while I'm here, I shall enjoy the ride,
because ‘I’ shall be nowhere when I've died.
🎠⚰️🎠
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=REfKNbNndzo&pp=ygUVZnVuZXJhbCBmb3IgYSBmcmllbmQg
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Angels
were there angels around today
did they fly by on their thoroughfare
made from silken clouds and stars
or did they just happen to meander past
I swear I saw a white dove wing
I swear I heard distant bells ring
I thought I heard a choir sing
of joy of live laughter and loving
were there angels around today
did they fly by on their thoroughfare
made from silken clouds and stars
or did they just happen to meander past
I swear I saw a white dove wing
I swear I heard distant bells ring
I thought I heard a choir sing
of joy of live laughter and loving
Forget-Me-Not
The Angel folded shining wings
and sat upon a gentle cloud,
looked down upon all Earthly things,
the bustling mob, that human crowd,
and, though they teemed in milling throng,
that Angel's eyes saw one alone,
the girl with whom he'd e'er belong,
the truest love he'd ever known;
he gazed upon her lovingly,
then sighed: 'Here's lookin' at you, kid.
I hoped you never would forget me,
and – Oh! – my love, you never did!'
😇
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=e80qhyovOnA&pp=ygUNbW9vbiBvbGRmaWVsZA%3D%3D
☁️😇☁️
Circles
...what a lovely song
there were circles on the sand
carelessly drawn by a heavy hand
intertwined in triangle frames
among them, she looked for his name
no messages found there
just idle scribbles done yesterday
thoughts fleeting now gone away
shutters tight curtains drawn
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...what a lovely song
there were circles on the sand
carelessly drawn by a heavy hand
intertwined in triangle frames
among them, she looked for his name
no messages found there
just idle scribbles done yesterday
thoughts fleeting now gone away
shutters tight curtains drawn
🏖️😊
Roll Out The Barrel!
Tonight I have me barrel out,
the biggest one that I could find.
You know the sort I mean, the kind
that poets scrape whenever drought
of inspiration is, and doubt
they have if it again will come,
if ever words again will run
and flow upon the blank white page,
escape the barrel’s wooden cage.
But, f*ck it! Now this verse is done.
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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=QQA01A83c6s&pp=ygUbcm9sbGluZyBvbiBkb3duIHRoZSBoaWdod2F5
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Sanatorium
she scratches the rips
on the walls of her room
where she hardly sleeps
haunted by endless dreams
dreams woven with nightmares
screams heard by none
she sees wriggling snakes
worms oozing out her bones
she hates and abhors
lights and colours
each words made pretty
such as poetry
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she scratches the rips
on the walls of her room
where she hardly sleeps
haunted by endless dreams
dreams woven with nightmares
screams heard by none
she sees wriggling snakes
worms oozing out her bones
she hates and abhors
lights and colours
each words made pretty
such as poetry
🪿🐑
