Tag: poem
Momma shatters glass with her ferocious voice
Belgarion – 16th August 1985
Belgarion smother my painted dreams
Open door into the patient’s screams
Smoke rising from the chimney of your destruction
Running riot through the holocaust of corruption
Belgarion haunts the putrid air
Quietly creaking on the hollow stair
Singing sweetly of the life he gives
No questions asked, Belgarion lives
18th Sept 2023 – My mum must have had copies of the David Eddings books from the Belgariad series around, though I don’t recall ever reading them. I did read her Thomas Covenant books though. I was quite proud of myself to have read through those as there were six super thick books.
Billy Boy – 1st August 1985
Oh Billy Boy, you’re so blue
All you ever do is cry
Why can’t you wipe away
That tear from your eye
Oh Billy Boy, you’re so sad
The promises never came true
They bled you of your love
And you never came through
Oh Billy Boy, you’re so down
They treated you as a toy
They broke you, threw you away
Rise from the misery, Billy Boy
18th Sept 2023 – Was I Billy Boy? Trying to inspire myself out of depression?
Belief – 23rd July 1985
You’ve been one year living your beliefs
But now you think that you didn’t achieve
So now you are back to eating meat
You know that’s easy, what a relief
…..for you
So you stuff your face with broken flesh
Now you’re a good boy, do as mummy says
Ghosts of victims screaming, watching you eat
“What about the starving? Don’t they eat meat?”
“Well, it’s a boring diet, just potato and pizza”
While a grain of rice is all some get to eat
“Bollocks to belief, that won’t help me live
I can’t help that much, I’ve got nothing to give”
One by one, the pressure can increase
If we stick together and live our beliefs
“Well, of course, it’s horrible but I really need meat”
But how can you forget those unable to eat
Why should I care? Why should I cry?
I don’t want to see a starving child die
…..for you
Organ Grinder – 20th July 1985
Passers-by
Hear the cry
They don’t mind
To hear the organ grind
The monkey screams
It’s not what it seems
A horrible sound
It had its organs ground
Miss Martini – 9th July 1985
Miss Martini
In your bikini
You know how to tease me
But you still please me
Cos you’re anytime, anyplace, anywhere
18th Sept 2023 – inspired by advertising
Generate – 4th July 1985
Another born as another dies
Another laughs as another cries
Another sees as another’s blind
Another forward as another behind
Generate
Your son is born and your mother dies
Which way to turn as tears fill your eyes?
Your daughter laughs as the baby boy cries
Which way to turn as tears fill your eyes?
Generate
Your children see but your husband is blind
Which way to turn, what will you find?
Will you step forward with your children behind?
Which way to turn, what will you find?
Generate
Plugged In – 25th June 1985
Back from work, through the door
Wife and kids are there for sure
Dinners wafting thru’ the hall
Turning off……forget it all
Kiss from kids, ‘hi’ from wife
Dinner’s ready, this is the life
All is eaten, everything gone
Sit down, plug in……..telly’s on
Tea in hand, refreshing drink
Eyes on the box can’t afford to blink
Sit back and relax, without a care
Turning off……let down your hair
Nodding off to the background blur
Resistance weakened, you won’t stir
But a monster jumps right out of the screen
Waking up, fuck……it was only a dream
Telly’s still on, watch if for a bit
Someone dead, couldn’t give a shit
It’s more than you deserve you fucking creep
Keep up the payments….. and go back to sleep
Freak – 18th June 1985
Walking down the street
Freak everyone you meet
They all turn and stare
As you pull out your hair
Never admit defeat
You’re such a freak
Kissing every stranger
Pretend you’re Lone Ranger
People pass you by
You tear out your eye
You always creak
You’re such a freak
You’ll be there at the end
Freak – you are my friend
