they can’t help it
Even if they wanted to
Then there are times we so wish
They would move on a little faster
But alas they can’t do this either
Even when we are long gone
They will still move in that same circle
I wonder do they ever wish to stop
Do hands of time ever wish to stand still
T HE T ECHNICALITIES OF L IFE
Throw stones at you at the most in apt moments
We sat and spent some hours
filling in mindless answers
On forms that had the same questions
That were repeated in several different ways
With only one answer to all of them
Yes we would take care of this child
with our life's blood
The same as we would our own
We know there has to be a process
We know what it means to be
entrusted with someone else's child
While it seems a little unfair
I do seriously understand
Privacy is most important of course
The tears are threatening to come now
I hadn't realised I would be so emotional
I mean I didn't even get to meet you
But somehow the love was there
The room was all but ready just waiting
Every item has been installed
Everything a girl could want
You were all we needed
Now we waited but not for long
You weren't coming after all
You see there is a door between us
I am sorry you couldn't come
Maybe we'll try another time
Lets just wait and see it just hurts so much you see
For you and I
W ERE I A SCHOLAR
Were I a scholar
But then again
I'm not
I'd pen me a fine Piece
Poetry maybe
Or one of those novels
I hear say they cost
But I could do it
Aha but I dare say
I'd have time
But wouldn't it be fine
So if only I were a scholar
I could sit back and see
what the folk think of me
I'd be a grand gent
with money less spent
Oh won't it be grand
If I could just find in hand
But no its not for me
All this scholar larkary
Sure being a loner
Lets me be a mourner
I can crib and can cry
Till the day that I die
Have bed and have board
And never am I bored
So why be a scholar
When I can holler
Or would you rather then
No no I didn't think so !
W HAT I S A P OET B UT A P EN
What is a poet but a pen
A matter of form
A flow of words
A house of structure
Be he noble
Be he rich
Be he poor
What matter he but his pen
A sonnet here a stanza there
Maybe a limerick
The list is endless
Be it clipped
Be it free
Be it all about me
It is the Pen
More mighty then the sword
It has written many treaties
Laid down a law or two
Registered deaths births and marriages
The list is endless
But what is a poet but a pen
A poet loves to love
A death has to be dark
A scenery a thing of beauty
A metaphor of words
Is sometimes for the birds
So yes a poet is a pen
Amenable
S O C LOSE T O M E
Come let me show you that I care
Let me show you how I dare
I wanna be with you
I wanna kiss you to
How have I got you to the end of it
Before you speak I depend on it
Don't you take me for ride
Please I do know and have some pride
So don't stand so close to me
Please don't stand so close I'll see
L AST R EQUEST
Why is it your feet want to move
And your body wants to sway
As your hips they want to hop
With your arms up in the air
Your head it rolls from side to side
As your hair it swings in time
You snap your fingers to the beat
Then you clap your hands and stamp your feet
It sounds so very sweet
It's all about moving to the beat
To the rhythm of music sheet
Now as the music begins to fade
You tell the DJ he won't be paid
Until your last requested song is played
I WANNA BE FAMOUS
I don't want to be anybody
If I were anybody I'd be somebody
And that is not who I am
Or who I want to be
I want to blend in be invisible
Not seen or heard
No definitely not heard
No aura or reflection
No senses or feelings
No cares or worries
I don't want to have to wonder
am I really here
But am I really there !
M Y M ETAL S CARES
I took her out today
I thought we needed a change
Maybe try something new
So we went the long way
round to the school
Oh what a beautiful day
You seemed happy slowing down
When we met other's on the road
Letting them pass on a head of us
Yes what