Where with all
The righteous cash
Holders and all
The mightier
Waters splashed folders
Through your
Kids last test cast
And oranges
Half time games passed
I've never seen
You run fast and never
Seen the shard
lean to heaven at last.
racbrooks@yahoo.co.uk
Saturday, 13 October 2012
Absence
Sorry I haven't bEen on for a while but I feel that must now change....watch this space....!Z
racbrooks@yahoo.co.uk
racbrooks@yahoo.co.uk
The Parlotones Birmingham Last Night
Not much said, but the feather led
The birmingham scroungers
So we are well fed
There's brown town reminders
And carnival sheds
To the hard pumping music
Your Amplified heads
And german fat sausage
And all the accusers
Remind me of uses
The lichfield excuses
A cause for exec
The friendship extends
those you didn't see
But saw the gold rand
Then those of the sea
A wide golden, frond
A silver boy glee
A voice on tv.
A trance and a wand
free slides on the beach
You imagine the Arena
A green screaming screech
You imagine the stalls
There's no challenge otherwise
You originate the call
Muscle, keyboard and stiles
Makeup and jerk
Tattoo, blue telecaster,
Fruitful colour surprise
Your imaginary raster.
The stellar comprised
Of the fun tiny mind
Selfish disguise
So fulsome and kind.
racbrooks@yahoo.co.uk
Thursday, 16 August 2012
Sunday, 19 February 2012
Get the Drift
At home with kids
Son snoring bids
Farewell to the wife
Gone to work
To help life
With some nights
In a home
Wiping ass
Old dying clones
I feel bad
Here with my lad
All snuggled in bed
The other asleep
In his own room
Won't wake for a boom
Oh telly is now off
Just the sound of the house
And my beautiful boys
And a little green mouse
The little green mouse?
Has stopped talking
The little green mouse
Has stopped shrieking
The little green mouse
Better keep shtum
Shut up, be quiet
Please right now!
Sick of the constant
Demands for
Non idle hands and
Beer and cream cheese
And plenty of these...
Kick him off the bed
he's not welcome tonight
As he slopes
Of to party
I can hear its
Just started
I can just see his
Hole in the wall
A small glow
down the hall
And a swirl of
White lights
From his DJ disco ball.....
Son snoring bids
Farewell to the wife
Gone to work
To help life
With some nights
In a home
Wiping ass
Old dying clones
I feel bad
Here with my lad
All snuggled in bed
The other asleep
In his own room
Won't wake for a boom
Oh telly is now off
Just the sound of the house
And my beautiful boys
And a little green mouse
The little green mouse?
Has stopped talking
The little green mouse
Has stopped shrieking
The little green mouse
Better keep shtum
Shut up, be quiet
Please right now!
Sick of the constant
Demands for
Non idle hands and
Beer and cream cheese
And plenty of these...
Kick him off the bed
he's not welcome tonight
As he slopes
Of to party
I can hear its
Just started
I can just see his
Hole in the wall
A small glow
down the hall
And a swirl of
White lights
From his DJ disco ball.....
Friday, 9 September 2011
Our Iris Jones (first draft)
Our Iris Jones
Your black and white
With dark round specs
Holding the girls
Within sepia flecks
Through a camera flash bulb
All the years that remind
Like the hollow box staircase
Up to Nanny's flat rise
See your happy smiling face
Or concern through your eyes
Memory of a red cord
An intercom in the hall
Some lunch and some biscuits
A lakes view could afford
The man in the van,
Whose the man in the wall.
With a veteran of Wars
pubs, work, Walsall & turns
You waited on his tea
Brown sauce, cigarettes burn.
At my level a bin lid
And its brown tea stains,
When we were just kids
Through leafy green lanes.
The tea leaves in the cup
scotch teapot leaf strains
When we were young pups
With outrageous names
With kindness and thought
There's the gentlest of love
the gifts that you bought
from around and above
Where would you take me
If you could have driven
Just where would we be
With a lifetime forgiven
Playing the lottery games
With a great big warm heart
slippers made for your feet
Grand kids and their art
I remember the treats
And the family roast
The gifts and big teddies
Christmas telly and toast
The dinner was ready
For the family time,
The clock ticked on steady
For your hours will chime.
If I peered in your heart
Gentle emotional stuff
A steady hard start
Your life was enough.
Truth seen in your eyes
When we gazed in a hurry
could ask you no questions
So I said not to worry.
Eyes once clear as the skies
You couldn't well tell me
The lows and the highs
You could tell us no lies.
You wouldn't speak
We were aware of your time
Sadness no leaks
And without a dime.
I held onto your hand
Like when we arrived
Like how we will stand
When we fire up the band
But the train won't wait
It must be on track
We'll jump on it later,
It always comes back.
See you when we get there,
When we come in to land,
we can drink some strong tea
And we can hold hands.
Your black and white
With dark round specs
Holding the girls
Within sepia flecks
Through a camera flash bulb
All the years that remind
Like the hollow box staircase
Up to Nanny's flat rise
See your happy smiling face
Or concern through your eyes
Memory of a red cord
An intercom in the hall
Some lunch and some biscuits
A lakes view could afford
The man in the van,
Whose the man in the wall.
With a veteran of Wars
pubs, work, Walsall & turns
You waited on his tea
Brown sauce, cigarettes burn.
At my level a bin lid
And its brown tea stains,
When we were just kids
Through leafy green lanes.
The tea leaves in the cup
scotch teapot leaf strains
When we were young pups
With outrageous names
With kindness and thought
There's the gentlest of love
the gifts that you bought
from around and above
Where would you take me
If you could have driven
Just where would we be
With a lifetime forgiven
Playing the lottery games
With a great big warm heart
slippers made for your feet
Grand kids and their art
I remember the treats
And the family roast
The gifts and big teddies
Christmas telly and toast
The dinner was ready
For the family time,
The clock ticked on steady
For your hours will chime.
If I peered in your heart
Gentle emotional stuff
A steady hard start
Your life was enough.
Truth seen in your eyes
When we gazed in a hurry
could ask you no questions
So I said not to worry.
Eyes once clear as the skies
You couldn't well tell me
The lows and the highs
You could tell us no lies.
You wouldn't speak
We were aware of your time
Sadness no leaks
And without a dime.
I held onto your hand
Like when we arrived
Like how we will stand
When we fire up the band
But the train won't wait
It must be on track
We'll jump on it later,
It always comes back.
See you when we get there,
When we come in to land,
we can drink some strong tea
And we can hold hands.
Friday, 6 May 2011
ElecTion Type
T = ?
oh what I am saying as an MP is I hate? don't agree with, disrespect, don't understand, can't agree with, will not. campaign with, differ our views, will slander, will lie, will tell you something you might empathise with, will swing too, will ask for, can agree with, will ask for (if you vote for me) if the mood is gloomy, for the other party, but of course that council isn't my council so they are wrong..?
Rejection
Collapse
Don't like Cuts
Message is clear
Don't like the message, too far too fast?
Doorstep people are hard headed, to far too fast? £102? What a load of bollox........MP'S........cunts.
oh what I am saying as an MP is I hate? don't agree with, disrespect, don't understand, can't agree with, will not. campaign with, differ our views, will slander, will lie, will tell you something you might empathise with, will swing too, will ask for, can agree with, will ask for (if you vote for me) if the mood is gloomy, for the other party, but of course that council isn't my council so they are wrong..?
Rejection
Collapse
Don't like Cuts
Message is clear
Don't like the message, too far too fast?
Doorstep people are hard headed, to far too fast? £102? What a load of bollox........MP'S........cunts.
Sunday, 24 April 2011
Target Prac-tise
Something wrong with today's earwigs
Their not wired up right
Don't like the ones on the figs
And the weirdy on Burroughs head flights
The men in the silly brown wigs
Yes the ones who lecture on life
When the time comes for me to shoot
I hope I don't hit my wife.
Their not wired up right
Don't like the ones on the figs
And the weirdy on Burroughs head flights
The men in the silly brown wigs
Yes the ones who lecture on life
When the time comes for me to shoot
I hope I don't hit my wife.
Saturday, 23 April 2011
Vinegar Stroke
I am bored and wish to
Make a transaction
From the bank of exploit
Visions and real feels
Poke em and poke me
With and without coke
Inxs but without the choke
You'll probably see me
On the vinegar stroke...
ZJ
New
At last I have some new friends, some new money and new trends.........bring it on and leave it behind....
Thursday, 24 March 2011
Wave of Dignity
A warning over transmitted waves
We have been taught once before
The power of mother natures ways
Not once, or twice but many more
Quakes make a drop in the ocean
Shifting water when pressures raised
When the Japanese shook with emotion
They waited and submitted names
Old fears of nuclear fission
After seeing the coast swept away
They make it their primary mission
To clean up dignified each day
No matter what ever it has cost
Respect to each other and law
They cast love to those they have lost
Helping spirits close many dead doors.
We have been taught once before
The power of mother natures ways
Not once, or twice but many more
Quakes make a drop in the ocean
Shifting water when pressures raised
When the Japanese shook with emotion
They waited and submitted names
Old fears of nuclear fission
After seeing the coast swept away
They make it their primary mission
To clean up dignified each day
No matter what ever it has cost
Respect to each other and law
They cast love to those they have lost
Helping spirits close many dead doors.
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