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Somehow, I suspect that I will not be selected as the next Poet Laureate. After all, Man praises not the mosquito, and the Establishment praises not the rebel.
For if they did ...
... the rebellion would be over.

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When We Are Young

When we are young
we know very little

When we are older
we know everything

When we are old
we know that we
are no longer young

But we know
what it was like


Life Sentences

Life's an education, so it is!
And a teacher on the subject
would be great.
I've watched the highest, and the low,
the smartest and the slow,
and sat beside the madmen
as they drove.
No matter how we strive,
No one gets out whilst alive.
So enjoy it till you feel the hand of fate.


Cafe Romance

Would you read, enjoy a story
for the pleasure of the plot?
For the depth of feeling offered
be it complex, dark or not?
Do you really need a trifle
and a gain that must be seen?
Do you choose your brew by volume
or the Flavour of the Bean?


Lady Fair

Do you come here for the sunset, lady fair?
Do you come to see the beauty of the light?
For the gold and crimson glory
And the ending of the story
As the fading day retires to grace the night.

As the sun becomes a shadow, can you see?
That the hill become the valley in the shade
Do you fear that light is ending?
Have you given up pretending?
That the choice you had was ever wisely made.

Will you see me far tonight, lady fair?
Watching all the stars so bright, until the dawn
Let me slip my hand away
For I will not see the day
I will but a memory be, while you go on.

Oh, we could have spent the day, lady fair
If we had been but different in our way
But you chose your life, and time
To be fair, I did choose mine
And the years just seem to vanish like the day.

I would see another sunrise if I could
Feel the colours warm my body as I stand
On this cold, forgotten hillside
Breathing chill and final moments
As my lady makes her last farewell of me

Did you come here for the sunset, lady fair?
Did you come to see the beauty of the light?
No more gold and crimson glory
Just the ending of the story
As the fading day retires to grace the night.


The Suffolk
Working Classes

Though we plough a lonely furruh
As we drive through Alde-burgh
To a scintillating footure
By the coast.
We are far too young for Southwold
And in Snape, it can be re-told
how the profits made from Fools Gold
brought us here.

We outbid the ones called local
Who are cross and rather vocal
But they do not really matter
Out of season.
They are always out of favour
Those who toil and those who labour
Would you want one for a neighbour?
Stands to reason!

So fire up the Four by Four
imported from some distant shore
and polish up my golf shoes,
my dear chap.
We all bray like silly asses!
We're the only thing passes
for the Suffolk Working Classes
since the man who used to work here
lost his job.

Lovebirds

Ca'roaya
Sa chariya ca'roaya
Sa chariya ca'roo aroo aroo
Sa chariya ca'roaya

I love you
And I'm calling your name now
Though the evening is fading
I'm still calling your name

Forever
We were always forever
From the first year together
We had only one name

Lost one?
Are you one of the lost ones?
Have you fallen forever?
At the sound of a gun

I wait here
I have no understanding
How the hand of another
Can take you away

Ca'roaya
Sa chariya ca'roaya
Sa chariya ca'roo aroo aroo
Sa chariya ca'roaya

I love you
And I'm calling your name now
Though the evening is fading
I'm still calling your name


Honour's List

Hey Liz!
Hoo's aboot a knichthood?
They haund them oot for money spent,
Fur thaim that's straicht
and thaim that's bent.
And thaim that's never, ever spent
an honest day in toil.
If ah kin tell a decent story -
Hoo's aboot a bit o' Glory?


Edmund

Today
They took away a name
I'll miss him
They say he climbed a mountain
Far away
All the seekers after truth
And the heroes of my youth
Are fewer now
And fewer will remain.

So I pray
Don't take away your name
I'll miss you
I find comfort
In everything you do
In my heart you have a place
In my eye, I see your face
But the wind blows colder
Thinking of you gone

One day
They'll take away my name
I'll miss you
I hope that day remains
Yet far away
If I am but the last
Who'll remember me? My past?
As long as you remember
I live on.


Flieth by Day

The aching worlds that fill the night
are there to set our minds to right
and seldom there for pleasure.
The chilling thoughts that scurry near
and grip our hearts with mindless fear.
That ancient scream that none can hear
And no one comes to rescue
are nothing ...
Nought.
No terror wrought.
No dreams that fade as daylight comes
can in the slightest way compare
for failing heart and ragged stare,
a terror that we cannot share.
A summer's day
and no one there.
To be alone.
Bereft of care.
We close our eyes,
Begin to pray,
and still it will not go away.
So even on the brightest day
Our darkest fear has come to stay.
There's nothing dark within the night
Like dark within the day.
I stand alone,
my senses numb.
My only wish that you will come,
and by the magic of your soul ...
Awake me


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