Y C Pturd
Brain fitted as standard on this model but it plays up!
I write to vent the spinning turmoil of my daily thoughts as telling people they are only visiting the planet often freaks them!
Mostly an observer, seldom personal and never to injure.
Please don't take it literally. We write what we often cant say.
All poems are the property of little old me and let's face it if you steal this drivel your mad too!
I try to read as much as I can of others works. Message me if you think I would like to read your works x
Smile!!! Make them wonder!!!
Love thy neighbour, so the Bible says
But dont covet his wife it will get you in strife!
Don't look at her body when she calls
Ignore her curves and her beconing calls
Your wife suggested you helped her out
Does she really now what its about?
That day you called when he was out
It wasn't those tools it was all about
All so innocent till she touched your chest
It went downhill and then to bed
A frantic tryst one afternoon
Cries off passion and moans were heard
Then hubby came home and saw you there
The game was up amongst other things
Two marriages ruined and a family split
All for the sake of a bit of "it"
For the wife had watched and often seen
The postman or the huge marine
She had plans all her own
And saw the means to make them so
Sow the seed and watch it grow
A perfect plan to get divorced
All she needed to pull it off
Was for them to be caught
A perfect plot
She hadn't planned on the neighbours anger
When he saw another bang her
So both barells he loosed into them
And sent upstate for murder two
Far more than her plan had ever required
And now no alimony as hubby died!!
So love thy neighbour is all well and good
Just don't get caught if your stupid enough!
She said I was ugly
I said she needed more to drink
When she was drunk I was her world
When sober, I was from an alien world
Beer googles and lust lenses
How the alcohol befriended
When its gone the magics passed
Until the next time she's slashed
The season of the unwanted approaches
The forced meets the prolonged meals
The vapid remarks, the family sparks
Inlaws at odds and at war
To much excess and a festive mess
Impropriety is always the norm
The works do, she touched you
You responded over the top
When it's over it becomes colder
The nuclear family's gone bang
Cases at dawn a taxi at the door
Another unwanted leaves
So before it begins think on the things
That matter and not what's offered
For a life alone no kids no home
Is all the gift you will get
If you're caught in the hall
With your hands on the maul
Say goodbye to it all
And the season of hollow soul
He's dead!! They weep and wail
Now they proclaim "He was a hero" apartheid slain
True it was vanquished but at a cost
Acts of terror, his proclaimers forgot
Preaching peace to a world stage, others you counsel killed each day
The truth is tainted by the media's stage, all colours all tribes dead on the way
I don't decry the good he did, but remember the killing in his partys name.
There is nothing more heinous or gravid a crime than the death of the human soul and spirit killed by another, save for it being killed and the body left to roam this earth. ..
Like a chariot she thundered through
As though trying to raise a response in those ambivalent to her purpose
Contained in her own atmosphere
More rarefied than fresh air, like the boy in the bubble
Mm she knew how to use manipulation
For she treated all as though staff or fee paying of her time
Even when damned and by virtue of decision there was never any quarter
But some, in the minority and silent
Watched her as she destroyed the lives of others
Watched and never acted nor spoke
As though inert
This is now the epitaph
The bridge is crossed and the fire burns brightly
I care not to see its flames envelop her
Stargazing in the early winters eve
Someone sends me a message
Is that Venus I can see?
Yes I reply, not realising what had occurred
Miiles apart a split second in time
Both looking at the crescent moon
And the light in the sky
Away in the UK on any estate
The frost on the window
No coal in the great
Grandmas been buried
She died from the cold
Her fuel allowance was lost in the post
The children are coughing
And mums on the game
For money to feed them no job can she get
The benefits system has failed them again
Up in the bright sky it was all dark
The council turned of the street lights as well
The power is off the bill wasn't paid
But big business wallows on the profit its made
They called it recession and austerity too
But what it's real name was..
Fuck me and you
When you see a soul hurt or tortured, in pain
Do you walk past?
Or run away
You probably can't help them
You won't understand why
Just being there to listen
Can save a life
No judging, no lecture, no telling you so
Just hold them and listen
Till the fear starts to go
Fear of living or dying
Loving or loss
A body to hold them till the pain has passed
Now look at them closely for all you will see
Is a reflection of all that you'll ever be
The new Samaritan is me
It is also in you
In a world full of pain
Only love can break through
Can you hear the sound of a little girls thoughts?
They won't be like yours
The simplicity of life the innocence of play
After ballet can we go to the stables pleeeeasse?
Do we feed the hoses? Or pick apples today
What's on my sandwiches, what flavour crisps?
Do you know why the pussy cat has a limp?
We've run out of carrots the giggles are loud
Time to go home now, daddy I'm tired
Just as the horses went for a ride
All playing together with no cares in the world
I wonder what goes on in those little heads
So now on a Saturday I get to be dad
If I'm lucky see you for a little while
Without "thats wrong or not now or don't do that"
Sometimes I even get to hold you tight
Then we all part and my daughter chats on
About the fun she had with her friends who have gone
Can they sleep over or play in the park
Can we go to their house she never stops
Then the day fades and they all go home
Then I'm left to my thoughts alone.
Finger paint my life, as I painted as a child
Trees now bigger and intricate in style
Do you think that's were we went wrong
To much detail, branches and leaves
I could finger paint triangles
Mum knew they were trees?
Aeroplanes had smiles and way to many wings
Cats and dogs looked like horses and sheep
But Dad knew what I painted
And all that it ment
So get out the paint and start again
Focus on basic and not over complex
It isn't the details, the finicky bits
Not how many branches with leaves at their tips
Look to the simple, look deep inside
Then paint with your fingers
A triangle at a time
Almost yet not
Yet not holding
With but without
Almost is nothing
Lulaby to nowhere
A lament to none
Words at night spoken in your head
The ears supposed to hear them
Never in your bed
The passing moods of fancy
A whimsical delight
Head full of moving pictures
That haunt you in the night
So lulaby my brain cells
Hush and go to sleep
You have scrambled all reality
So just leave me be
Laces untied, boots slipped off
Shirt unbuttoned and cast aside
Belt unbuckled and trousers dropped
The day now ended undressing alone
Boxers and socks left upon floor
The shower relieves the day before
For all see you smile and presume of your life
None knowing you're alone each night
Step out refreshed a towel to your face
No conversation alone in your space
Dry and ready to climb into bed
No lover to hold only cold emptiness
Try as you might to say its ok
Being alone is never the way
For millions of souls share in this state
As we find it so hard to find the right one
To come home and love when our day is done
As if only to tease upon the threads of our being
Fate and fortune play out the game of our days
Move by move, fashioned to please the player
Stun the observer and torture, yes torture the pieces
The game now almost at a close as lifes sands ebb
Grain by grain dropping to oblivion
Odd many moves once played repeated but not anticipated
Yet with familiarity, the hurt, the outome, just the same
When fortune plays light shines upon the sands
Though they still decend, just not observed
When fates turn again comes, the only sound is that of the rushing sand
Is that alll we are
What a guy!
What a player!
On the field he was the slayer
The only son, the one to watch
The one who others tried to match
He had the looks and physique
A grades at school for all to see.
Now he pays a heavy price
Drinks Jack Daniels every night
For all his life he was pushed
To be valour dictorum in the year book
He had problems so deep inside
He didn't want footballers thighs
He wanted silk and lace with heels
Not the college football kit
If he could have what he dreamed
He'd be a cheerleader on that field
A as a boy late at night
He gave his mom a real fright
There he was in her clothes
His father beat him and killed his soul
Years went by and James was wed
So he wore his wife's clothes instead!
Till one day he bought his own
Shaved his legs and went out alone
He bumped into a group of jocks
Who beat him beacause he wore a frock
Now in the mirror he has scars
That match the hundreds still inside
For James outside to all of you
Was Jayne inside and then showed you
But now at 50 for him to late
To be reasigned and be just Jayne
Times have changed and so have views
If he wants to let him wear Jimmy Choos
So if any friends I have Called John
Wants to be simply Joanne
Let me know asap
We can celebrate with a drink.
Humanity needs a good kick and not this way.
We dig a hole in the ground
Then send photons round and round
Speak of quarks and mesons too
And sub atomic invisible stew
Looking at all the subatomic parts
Trying to find what gives them mass
Higgs the guy who thought it up
A God particle it was dubbed
It costs a fortune to make it work
But I ask you what it's worth?
For man will simply find a way
To hurt another with what they make
For all we do, all we create
Seems now to fuel the war of hate
From atom bombs to poison gas
Now they fool around with mass
The scariest part in all of this
Is the conceited way they named the thing
Man now calls the particle "God!"
Did we just create ourselves
Another type of universe?
Or make a journey so perverse
We lost sight of who, and what we are..
Simply atoms from a dying star.
Choose your thoughts carefully I once heard said
How do you choose what comes into your head?
It isn't like picking a card from the deck
With 51 gone and you with one left
For thoughts are seeded and grow into frame
They sometimes die or fade away
Yet some are so strong I think you'll agree
They forge the soul in a human being
For thoughts become words
Thoughts become deeds
They become choices
So a daydream could be the start of a wish
Or a fanciful dalliance only you see
So close your eyes tight and open your mind
For your thoughts could be for all mankind
I read an account of a small girl today
"Crunching beneath her feet
Like a thousand stars twinkling in the faint light of Potsdamer Platz
Father holding her hand so tightly it hurt
Sick children chased over broken glass
The Jewish children's hospital ransacked
While staff beaten for tending to the unworthy sick"
You can feel the fear in her words
The darkest November
Hatered had now found a new form, a face, a sign
Men paraded and followed Hitler
Revered like a demi god
They worshiped an ideal.
It seems now implausible that one mans belief and struggle that he apportioned to a race could be bastardised into a purge of races that divided mankind and almost ended it
From that night to this there have been many acts that again raise that spectre.
Sarejavo Iraq to mention but a few.
Tonight Jews Gentiles and others will shine peaceful lights at Potsdamer Platz.
What have we learnt in 75 yrs
The world watched the Nazi machine grow
The world did not act
What do we now watch
Who are we now failing...
Walking on ice
Well slipping more like
Trying to balance
Waiting to fall
Knees all bent
Bum on the floor
Brace for collision
Try to control
Haven't we all
Falling on ice
More or less
A fools errand
Bruised like the rest