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johnny georgy brown
Dec 2015
captured in the psych ward, new year special
it’s new years eve and ron bought along his punch bowl and a few sushi dishes
as well as party sandwiches, to make the people in the psych ward have a good atmosphere
for the new year, and this year charlie chaplin man was going to read all of his poems as the
entertainment and the nurses did a lot of work so the patients feel calm enough to enjoy
charlie’s show, so medication time was before the show and even charlie, because he was worried
he would yell very loudly if he didn’t and then it started
ron said, ok guys we are going to have a mini new years eve concert run by this man charlie chaplin
charlie said, welcome and happy new year and my first song is The schitzophrenic
You see I am sitting at the mall
I am having dillusions of people teasing me, and I wish this will all stop, oh please, just leave me the f..k alone
And then I hear voices that aren't really being said o hear Jon killed my best friend named Fred, the thing is I have no best friend, oh year
1 2 3 4 do the schitzophrenic
From the first diagnosis till the day you reach 45, you see if i take medication it can be controlled yeah oh yeah
I am schitzophrenic
Then I went to see my psychiatrist and he told me, to try and get a life, I told him I was blackbeard and John F Kennedy, he just threw a smart *** comment my way, I thought that comment was rude and ******, yes it is hard to be liked when you do
1 2 3 4 do the schitzophrenic
Yes it's easy to do, just let me hang out
You see with my medication it can be controlled, ooooh
I am schitzophrenic
You see I get paranoid when I see people around and right wing governments want us locked up
It mighty hard to have this illness and I cab say this
1 2 3 4 do the schitzophrenic
Do it once and you get all hooked and after that you feel like a geek, cause your a schitzophrenic, and also with medication it can be controlled
Oooooh I'm a schitzophrenic
Yes, that's true
charlie said, that was a great song and it’ll get you started ya know, the next song is maybe later
maybe later, i will get what i want
maybe later, i will rediscover the beauty
of being alive in this great world
it’s just a long-awaited journey
from beginning to end
and i will try and enjoy the moment
in the psych ward spotlight
i say, please slow down, your moving too fast
please almighty one, let me live long enough to give
a poor old soul a home
they don’t want a bench and they don’t want an old burnt out hall
it’s not fun for me
to look at these big buildings
with hot shot business types, when your not one
it’s enough to drive you mad
please make me except it could be later
the next song charlie sang was standing on the inside looking out, a song that explains what we are going through
standing on the inside looking out
standing on the inside looking out
standing on the inside looking out
in the psych ward trying to get better
you see i was visioning i was in glenelg bay
but instead you get doctors saying how are you enjoying your day
i wished i was well and enjoying my life
instead of being in here wasting away
then i called out to almighty god
and the best i can get is a man who claims he is jesus christ
i said, no, were you nailed to the cross
and he said yeah after i rode in on my horse
and i said wasn’t it a donkey you ran in on and i was
standing on the inside looking out
standing on the inside looking out
standing on the inside looking out
in the psych ward trying to get better
i was getting bored, so i asked the nurse
to give me a pass out to the cafe
because i was starting to lose my mind
and when they said no i let out a little wine
i said please please please, mate, this place is driving me mad
the inmates here, smell really really bad
so the nurse made me a banana smoothie and i said thanks
and took it away to my bed, walking past every room before mine
i even tripped over a piece of fishing line
then i sat down in my glenelg bay apartment sipping my smoothie saying
standing on the inside looking out
standing on the inside looking out
standing on the inside looking out
in the psych ward trying to get better
dinner time came and i had fish and chips
it was ever so discusting, ya know like hospital food
i opened my orange juice and gave it one almighty sip
and i ate my chocolate mousse, yeah it is as tasty as
when dinner was over i went to the TV room
to watch the news and home and away
then some dude came into watch it with me
and he said, did you know i was GOD, i said, no
as i sat there thinking i was
standing on the inside looking out
standing on the inside looking out
standing on the inside looking out
in the psych ward trying to get better
standing on the inside looking out
standing on the inside looking out
standing on the inside looking out
in the psych ward in the psych ward
in the psych ward trying to get bet-ter
charlie chaplin after that song was over sang his small poem titled a smile has nothing on us, here goes
whether you let out a big smile or not
you could add it to your melting ***
what you need is a great big melting ***
big enough to take the world and all it’s got
every thing that you can eat
my rundown car is really neat
the coffee urn is piping hot
boiling whether you like it or not
but your smile comes through and through
like a fresh flower, blooming every day for me and you
i try to smile all the time
cause it’s very fun to do
i like smiling, cause it’s fun
charlie then announced his next song saying spare me, because when your poor you always say spare me. here goes
spare me some money for the bus
spare me some money for the bus
spare me some money
so i don’t look like such a dummy
spare me some money for the bus
spare me some cutlets for my tea
spare me some cutlets for my tea
spare me some cutlets
and some vegetables
thank you very muchlets
spare me some cutlets for my tea
spare me some wine to go with that
spare me some wine to go with that
spare me some wine
so i can feel so divine
spare me some wine to go with that
spare me some chocolate for after that
spare me some chocolate for after that
spare me some chocolate
so i can have what you have
spare me some chocolate for after that
charlie then said, my next song is every day is a day of disappointment because being here really *****
Every day is a day of dissapountment
One day as I was walking down a busy street, saying g'day to everyone who u walk past, then I went back through the park and I saw so many walks of life, from the beggars asking for money and the rich refusing to give it to them, and it all sounds so crazy as I walk through doing nothing like that, after that I felt a bit peckish, so I went to the take-away to buy myself an hamburger with egg and bacon and there was this weird looking fella standing at the door, greeting each customer with a smile, he didn't really work there, but he will never be told to leave, cause he ain't a threat, oh no, then after that I went to the grocery store to buy enough supplies to last me for a week, or maybe more, I could hardly know, then after that, all that shopping made me a bit thirsty, so I went to the sports club and drown my day away, with a ice cold fosters lager or a ice cold can of VB, after that I will get so drunk o could hardly stand up and my friends drove me home and they also walked me inside, just to make sure, I don't collapse on the front lawn, you see, your day seems to go from good to bad, if you make the wrong choices and that makes every day, a day of dissapointment, after that horrible night on the *****, I got up and had a hangover cure, consisting of two raw eggs and worcestershire sauce, yes that sounds so very tasty, yes I love it and live by it, it really makes me feel like I can have a party in my mouth and everyone is invited to spend about a year or so, at the local sports club doing one thing every single day, and then after that you won't seem like every day is a day of disappintment for everyone on this earth
charlie then decided to pretend he had a best mate named albert waldron and back then albert gave him lyrics to a song, here it goes
Alfred Waldron looking back, oh yeah
You see I was a great footballer, man
Yes, I was so ace, but it was a long long time ago
About close to 1 hundred years
You see I payed in South Australa
And I played footy very well, and after the match
I would go to my car, and get my BBQ an start cooking the snags
Yes, I loved that, it was really really cool
Everyone thought I was an average cook
And they all came over for some meat
Yes, I even had some nice cold beers
Yes, I think thats so very cool
As I cooked the meat, the other players were saying
Come on mate, cook us some nice beautiful Aussie snags
I also played cricket, for South Australia as well
And I even took my BBQ to the cricket for after match food
The only way you can do that now, is if you just stayed local
And some days, like at the footy and the cricket
Every player got very vocal
I was a real Australian guy, who loved to play, footy or cricket
And I loved the BBQ at the end, yes it was so esquized
Yes I had the muscles, and I have lots of those
Everyone enjoy eating a snag a sausage
And then an egg and bacon roll
Since that footy life ended i felt cool
ron said to charlie just one more song because people are yelling and we can’t control them, but charlie we will have the midnights fireworks for you, ok
charlie said he has got his fresh old legs going wild here it goes
they will dance
they will run
into the midday sun
they will race
warm embrace
be a bit lazy
head to the pub
go to the shop
to buy some clothes
angels coming down
worshipping the town
playing football
driving cars
around the good old town
having drinks with the guys
fresh flowers for sale at the shop at SHOPRITE
SHOPRITE SUPERMARKET
CUTTING ALL THE FOOD BILLS YEAH
spiders coming through the window
to destroy all mankind
makin g lamb for dinner
nicest you’ve ever seen
i said i will stay home and watch my mate, mr bean
yeah, your fresh legs go wild
when they do all these things
and before the end, charlie got the entire staff and patients to sing auld lent zine at 10.00 pm
because everyone was getting tired and cranky
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o’ lang syne!
Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne!
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu’d the gowans fine,
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot
Sin’ auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl’t in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin’ auld lang syne.
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie’s a hand o’ thine,
And we’ll tak a right guid willie-waught
For auld lang syne!
And surely ye’ll be your pint’ stoup,
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne!
ron and charlie were helping each other clean up while the other patiens were being injected with ******
from yelling too much and after the cleanup was done, charlie went to the TV room to watch the fireworks
that were on at midnight on the TV, meanwhile, ron clocked off and went to the pizza hut and went home to
watch the fireworks on the TV thinking, today, ron made charlie a happy man, by letting him do his concert
it wasn’t till midnight but they can’t do that in the HDU.
it’s new years eve and ron bought along his punch bowl and a few sushi dishes
as well as party sandwiches, to make the people in the psych ward have a good atmosphere
for the new year, and this year charlie chaplin man was going to read all of his poems as the
entertainment and the nurses did a lot of work so the patients feel calm enough to enjoy
charlie’s show, so medication time was before the show and even charlie, because he was worried
he would yell very loudly if he didn’t and then it started
ron said, ok guys we are going to have a mini new years eve concert run by this man charlie chaplin
charlie said, welcome and happy new year and my first song is The schitzophrenic
You see I am sitting at the mall
I am having dillusions of people teasing me, and I wish this will all stop, oh please, just leave me the f..k alone
And then I hear voices that aren't really being said o hear Jon killed my best friend named Fred, the thing is I have no best friend, oh year
1 2 3 4 do the schitzophrenic
From the first diagnosis till the day you reach 45, you see if i take medication it can be controlled yeah oh yeah
I am schitzophrenic
Then I went to see my psychiatrist and he told me, to try and get a life, I told him I was blackbeard and John F Kennedy, he just threw a smart *** comment my way, I thought that comment was rude and ******, yes it is hard to be liked when you do
1 2 3 4 do the schitzophrenic
Yes it's easy to do, just let me hang out
You see with my medication it can be controlled, ooooh
I am schitzophrenic
You see I get paranoid when I see people around and right wing governments want us locked up
It mighty hard to have this illness and I cab say this
1 2 3 4 do the schitzophrenic
Do it once and you get all hooked and after that you feel like a geek, cause your a schitzophrenic, and also with medication it can be controlled
Oooooh I'm a schitzophrenic
Yes, that's true
charlie said, that was a great song and it’ll get you started ya know, the next song is maybe later
maybe later, i will get what i want
maybe later, i will rediscover the beauty
of being alive in this great world
it’s just a long-awaited journey
from beginning to end
and i will try and enjoy the moment
in the psych ward spotlight
i say, please slow down, your moving too fast
please almighty one, let me live long enough to give
a poor old soul a home
they don’t want a bench and they don’t want an old burnt out hall
it’s not fun for me
to look at these big buildings
with hot shot business types, when your not one
it’s enough to drive you mad
please make me except it could be later
the next song charlie sang was standing on the inside looking out, a song that explains what we are going through
standing on the inside looking out
standing on the inside looking out
standing on the inside looking out
in the psych ward trying to get better
you see i was visioning i was in glenelg bay
but instead you get doctors saying how are you enjoying your day
i wished i was well and enjoying my life
instead of being in here wasting away
then i called out to almighty god
and the best i can get is a man who claims he is jesus christ
i said, no, were you nailed to the cross
and he said yeah after i rode in on my horse
and i said wasn’t it a donkey you ran in on and i was
standing on the inside looking out
standing on the inside looking out
standing on the inside looking out
in the psych ward trying to get better
i was getting bored, so i asked the nurse
to give me a pass out to the cafe
because i was starting to lose my mind
and when they said no i let out a little wine
i said please please please, mate, this place is driving me mad
the inmates here, smell really really bad
so the nurse made me a banana smoothie and i said thanks
and took it away to my bed, walking past every room before mine
i even tripped over a piece of fishing line
then i sat down in my glenelg bay apartment sipping my smoothie saying
standing on the inside looking out
standing on the inside looking out
standing on the inside looking out
in the psych ward trying to get better
dinner time came and i had fish and chips
it was ever so discusting, ya know like hospital food
i opened my orange juice and gave it one almighty sip
and i ate my chocolate mousse, yeah it is as tasty as
when dinner was over i went to the TV room
to watch the news and home and away
then some dude came into watch it with me
and he said, did you know i was GOD, i said, no
as i sat there thinking i was
standing on the inside looking out
standing on the inside looking out
standing on the inside looking out
in the psych ward trying to get better
standing on the inside looking out
standing on the inside looking out
standing on the inside looking out
in the psych ward in the psych ward
in the psych ward trying to get bet-ter
charlie chaplin after that song was over sang his small poem titled a smile has nothing on us, here goes
whether you let out a big smile or not
you could add it to your melting ***
what you need is a great big melting ***
big enough to take the world and all it’s got
every thing that you can eat
my rundown car is really neat
the coffee urn is piping hot
boiling whether you like it or not
but your smile comes through and through
like a fresh flower, blooming every day for me and you
i try to smile all the time
cause it’s very fun to do
i like smiling, cause it’s fun
charlie then announced his next song saying spare me, because when your poor you always say spare me. here goes
spare me some money for the bus
spare me some money for the bus
spare me some money
so i don’t look like such a dummy
spare me some money for the bus
spare me some cutlets for my tea
spare me some cutlets for my tea
spare me some cutlets
and some vegetables
thank you very muchlets
spare me some cutlets for my tea
spare me some wine to go with that
spare me some wine to go with that
spare me some wine
so i can feel so divine
spare me some wine to go with that
spare me some chocolate for after that
spare me some chocolate for after that
spare me some chocolate
so i can have what you have
spare me some chocolate for after that
charlie then said, my next song is every day is a day of disappointment because being here really *****
Every day is a day of dissapountment
One day as I was walking down a busy street, saying g'day to everyone who u walk past, then I went back through the park and I saw so many walks of life, from the beggars asking for money and the rich refusing to give it to them, and it all sounds so crazy as I walk through doing nothing like that, after that I felt a bit peckish, so I went to the take-away to buy myself an hamburger with egg and bacon and there was this weird looking fella standing at the door, greeting each customer with a smile, he didn't really work there, but he will never be told to leave, cause he ain't a threat, oh no, then after that I went to the grocery store to buy enough supplies to last me for a week, or maybe more, I could hardly know, then after that, all that shopping made me a bit thirsty, so I went to the sports club and drown my day away, with a ice cold fosters lager or a ice cold can of VB, after that I will get so drunk o could hardly stand up and my friends drove me home and they also walked me inside, just to make sure, I don't collapse on the front lawn, you see, your day seems to go from good to bad, if you make the wrong choices and that makes every day, a day of dissapointment, after that horrible night on the *****, I got up and had a hangover cure, consisting of two raw eggs and worcestershire sauce, yes that sounds so very tasty, yes I love it and live by it, it really makes me feel like I can have a party in my mouth and everyone is invited to spend about a year or so, at the local sports club doing one thing every single day, and then after that you won't seem like every day is a day of disappintment for everyone on this earth
charlie then decided to pretend he had a best mate named albert waldron and back then albert gave him lyrics to a song, here it goes
Alfred Waldron looking back, oh yeah
You see I was a great footballer, man
Yes, I was so ace, but it was a long long time ago
About close to 1 hundred years
You see I payed in South Australa
And I played footy very well, and after the match
I would go to my car, and get my BBQ an start cooking the snags
Yes, I loved that, it was really really cool
Everyone thought I was an average cook
And they all came over for some meat
Yes, I even had some nice cold beers
Yes, I think thats so very cool
As I cooked the meat, the other players were saying
Come on mate, cook us some nice beautiful Aussie snags
I also played cricket, for South Australia as well
And I even took my BBQ to the cricket for after match food
The only way you can do that now, is if you just stayed local
And some days, like at the footy and the cricket
Every player got very vocal
I was a real Australian guy, who loved to play, footy or cricket
And I loved the BBQ at the end, yes it was so esquized
Yes I had the muscles, and I have lots of those
Everyone enjoy eating a snag a sausage
And then an egg and bacon roll
Since that footy life ended i felt cool
ron said to charlie just one more song because people are yelling and we can’t control them, but charlie we will have the midnights fireworks for you, ok
charlie said he has got his fresh old legs going wild here it goes
they will dance
they will run
into the midday sun
they will race
warm embrace
be a bit lazy
head to the pub
go to the shop
to buy some clothes
angels coming down
worshipping the town
playing football
driving cars
around the good old town
having drinks with the guys
fresh flowers for sale at the shop at SHOPRITE
SHOPRITE SUPERMARKET
CUTTING ALL THE FOOD BILLS YEAH
spiders coming through the window
to destroy all mankind
makin g lamb for dinner
nicest you’ve ever seen
i said i will stay home and watch my mate, mr bean
yeah, your fresh legs go wild
when they do all these things
and before the end, charlie got the entire staff and patients to sing auld lent zine at 10.00 pm
because everyone was getting tired and cranky
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o’ lang syne!
Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne!
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu’d the gowans fine,
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot
Sin’ auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl’t in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin’ auld lang syne.
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie’s a hand o’ thine,
And we’ll tak a right guid willie-waught
For auld lang syne!
And surely ye’ll be your pint’ stoup,
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne!
ron and charlie were helping each other clean up while the other patiens were being injected with ******
from yelling too much and after the cleanup was done, charlie went to the TV room to watch the fireworks
that were on at midnight on the TV, meanwhile, ron clocked off and went to the pizza hut and went home to
watch the fireworks on the TV thinking, today, ron made charlie a happy man, by letting him do his concert
it wasn’t till midnight but they can’t do that in the HDU.
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Christmas Collection
Simon Clark
Aug 2012
CHRISTMAS PARADISE
The table was filled with lots of things to eat,
Mince Pies, Stuffing, Turkey and many other meats,
A candle in the centre to flicker out its gold,
A special time for all of us to cherish and to hold.
Everyone pulls a ******* and wears their hats with pride,
As they sit around the burning logs warming all inside,
But through the window they can see a chestnut skating on the ice,
It tries to break through the frozen sheet to a Christmas paradise.
The singers are singing their tunes of Christmas dreams,
So that everybody's hearts and eyes can gleam,
The ribbon that will lie stretched out across the floor,
Will be forever engraved to our minds and deep within our core.
From every house along their street giggling can be heard,
And silent prayers are spoken but God hears every word,
To sprinkle merriment upon their place if only for one day,
So that they can celebrate Christmas in their own special way.
ONE ENCHANTED DAY
I looked from the window on a misty Christmas morn,
The fog was thicker than it had ever been before,
It was cold and quiet and all around my house,
Nothing appeared cheerful not even the decorated tree,
The fairy she looked glumly down,
And the baubles hung their heads in shame,
The tinsel draped all carelessly among the fading lights,
Above the fire there stood one solitary card from someone I once knew.
Around the foot of my Christmas tree not a gift awaited me,
Santa forgot to visit and it all seems so lonely,
I was beginning to despair that this was just another day,
But along came an angel and this she said to me,
I'll give you a tree with decorations so bright and a mantle full of cards,
If you'll enjoy this special day with every inch of your heart,
And so now my Christmas is full of cheer, saved from heartbreak and despair,
I thank the moon and all the stars for my one enchanted day.
SANTA HOPPED ONTO HIS SLEIGH
Santa hopped onto his sleigh with his sack of treats,
Working hard and happy to deliver to the streets,
He carried with him gifts of gold, gifts of card and gifts of cheese,
In answer to the kiddies� wishes for around their Christmas trees.
Santa hopped onto his sleigh pulled by Reindeers strong,
There was Comet and there was Blitzen on his journey long,
Rudolph led the team of merry deer, his nose a shiny red,
While Santa glided down the chimneys - the children still in bed.
Santa hopped onto his sleigh running as fast as he could,
With Donner, Dancer and ***** he knew they'd do what they should,
Old Dasher and Reindeer Cupid flew Santa to the skies,
So that to every little girl and boy he could bring a surprise.
Santa hopped onto his sleigh with thoughts for everyone,
He knew he had to finish soon as he saw the rising sun,
High into the clouds they soared leaving only a jangling bell,
Removing all traces of his presence so that no one on Earth could tell.
SPARE A THOUGHT
As you sit there feeding your face full of seconds and thirds,
And opening gifts that you may not deserve,
There is a place where Santa won't go,
The doorways and steeples with people freezing below,
They only know its Christmas because the streets are so bare,
But on this day of happiness - who will show them some care?
So spare a thought this Christmas, spare a thought please do,
Spare a thought this Christmas for those less fortunate than you.
As we sit here laughing and falling asleep before the screen,
And eating lots more pudding - some with extra cream,
There is a place where Reindeer won't tread,
In the shelters and the hideaways filled with loneliness and dread,
They heard about a Christmas in a "once upon a time",
But on this day of indulgency - who will put their own greed on the line?
So spare a thought this Christmas, spare a thought please do,
Spare a thought this Christmas for those less fortunate than you.
As you secretly think of the things Christmas didn't bring to you,
And thinking of seasonal games for you to play and do,
There is a place so lost that Santa cannot find,
Just a box of cardboard where hope gets left behind,
They were told that Christmas was just around the corner,
It's a day that never comes - who will stand and be more than a mourner?
So spare a thought this Christmas, spare a thought please do,
Spare a thought this Christmas for those less fortunate than you.
So spare a thought this Christmas, spare a thought please do,
Spare a thought this Christmas for those less fortunate than you.
STOCKINGS
Timmy had a stocking hung from his bedroom door,
He wished that it be filled with things he'd never had before,
Maybe a toy soldier beating his drum,
Maybe a model sailor drinking his bottle of ***,
He hoped for a motorcar that could speed around his house,
Or maybe a cuddly toy the image of Mickey Mouse.
He hoped that Father Christmas would bring something for his mum,
Maybe a freshly baked cake or something filled with plum,
A brand new box of magic tricks for my brother Sam,
And a gift for dad to show how grateful I really am,
And Timmy hoped that his dog wouldn't be missed out,
Cause Rover would be sad and blue on Christmas day, no doubt.
Timmy was always thinking of others not only of himself,
That�s why he left a small token for Santa on the shelf,
There was plate filled with cookies - the ones with the choc-chip,
And there was some brandy to keep out the cold - just a little nip,
He also left a bag of many little snacks,
For all the hungry reindeer that'd help fly Santa back.
THE MEANING OF THIS CHRISTMAS
As you huddle beneath your Christmas tree,
Amidst a flame of warmth,
Opening presents, sharing presents, and sharing laughter too,
Remember the meaning of this Christmas is love and joy - peace, happiness for you.
Try to know the story of a baby that was born,
In a manger bed from a woman pure as snow,
Her husband he watched lovingly,
As he calmly cooled her brow.
On that starry night three wise travellers appeared,
Bearing gifts of golden wonder,
Without a need for return,
They sought only a moment with a new life that to this Earth He placed.
And now two thousand years away,
Let's try to recall the message of Christmas,
As we fill our plates with plenty - turkey and chocolate treats,
Singing carols and dancing alive with glee.
Try not to be contented with an overwhelming greed,
Look within your heart and see what you really need,
Is it music? Is it toys? Is it the latest craze?
Learn to embrace a loved one without a possession haze.
Hear the silent footsteps of the men, who travelled all night,
See the snowflakes drifting down from the heavens above,
A reminder to us all,
The meaning of this Christmas my dear, it must be love.
THE ROBIN
Is it the distant whisper of a thousand tiny bells?
Or is it the carolling that tells us when it starts?
I wish for the knowledge from many wishing wells,
I now know when Christmas arrives from the beating of my heart.
It's the day when first you see a robin perched upon a tree,
When you hear his little chirping from a snow covered branch,
You'll see his red breast moving in time with your heartbeat so free,
Be it snowy, be it wet, be it sunny, be it cold - I'll know from the robin on my ranch.
He comes my way each Christmas week and settles in his nest,
It's then I'll know that my sweet family will arrive,
And bring with them such hilarity that makes me truly blessed,
So I raise up my eyes to God and give thanks that I'm alive.
THE SNOWMAN COMES TO LIFE
Little Josephine spent yesterday outside,
She darted through the streets feeling snow under foot,
Her face shone out delight; her smile couldn't hide,
Nothing could ***** the blanket of white not even the blackness of soot,
So she found a silent spot, a space open wide,
A place to build her snowman, where he could always stay put.
She built him high and tall, as tall as her legs would allow,
She made him round and whole with a face that looked so proud,
Now the snow had settled down, it lay upon the bough,
She drew his eyes from coal and a mouth to laugh aloud,
She gave him nose of carrot, hat and scarf but darkness fell and go, she had to now,
She told the snowman she'd return tomorrow, this with crossed heart she vowed.
Home she ambled to her sleepy room to lay down her sweet head,
In her silent sleep that night the wondrous dreams she had,
She saw her snowman come to life and dance, not sit, around instead,
She watched him smile and seeing him fly - it all just made her glad,
In her books and stories a tale like this she'd never read,
She knew it was a dream yet she wasn't sad, the visions she saw were good - not bad.
Little Josephine returned the very next day,
Her snowman was gone the sunshine was here,
Her eyes welled up - her tongue no words to say,
The hat and scarf still on the ground showed nothing was to fear,
For in her mind she knew he'd visit - he would find a way,
If he couldn't get back inside, she'd made memories to recall each and every year.
TWO LOVERS HOLDING HANDS
Two lovers holding hands across the table,
Share this Christmas time,
Something simple no fancy foods,
Not concerned with wine,
They focus on the laughter, on the pleasure of this day,
As their smiles intertwine.
They take an elegant candle and place it in the mud,
They light the wick and out its fire shines bright,
There material belongings for which they will not care,
As they rest their heads on the carpet of endless white,
Holding each other tight they'll gaze beyond the stars,
Nothing will matter as their souls become one this Christmas night.
Two lovers holding hands for eternity,
Sharing each Christmas time,
Something precious and something true,
No concerns for design,
They focus on the sharing, on the wonder of each day,
As their lives will suddenly be defined.
The table was filled with lots of things to eat,
Mince Pies, Stuffing, Turkey and many other meats,
A candle in the centre to flicker out its gold,
A special time for all of us to cherish and to hold.
Everyone pulls a ******* and wears their hats with pride,
As they sit around the burning logs warming all inside,
But through the window they can see a chestnut skating on the ice,
It tries to break through the frozen sheet to a Christmas paradise.
The singers are singing their tunes of Christmas dreams,
So that everybody's hearts and eyes can gleam,
The ribbon that will lie stretched out across the floor,
Will be forever engraved to our minds and deep within our core.
From every house along their street giggling can be heard,
And silent prayers are spoken but God hears every word,
To sprinkle merriment upon their place if only for one day,
So that they can celebrate Christmas in their own special way.
ONE ENCHANTED DAY
I looked from the window on a misty Christmas morn,
The fog was thicker than it had ever been before,
It was cold and quiet and all around my house,
Nothing appeared cheerful not even the decorated tree,
The fairy she looked glumly down,
And the baubles hung their heads in shame,
The tinsel draped all carelessly among the fading lights,
Above the fire there stood one solitary card from someone I once knew.
Around the foot of my Christmas tree not a gift awaited me,
Santa forgot to visit and it all seems so lonely,
I was beginning to despair that this was just another day,
But along came an angel and this she said to me,
I'll give you a tree with decorations so bright and a mantle full of cards,
If you'll enjoy this special day with every inch of your heart,
And so now my Christmas is full of cheer, saved from heartbreak and despair,
I thank the moon and all the stars for my one enchanted day.
SANTA HOPPED ONTO HIS SLEIGH
Santa hopped onto his sleigh with his sack of treats,
Working hard and happy to deliver to the streets,
He carried with him gifts of gold, gifts of card and gifts of cheese,
In answer to the kiddies� wishes for around their Christmas trees.
Santa hopped onto his sleigh pulled by Reindeers strong,
There was Comet and there was Blitzen on his journey long,
Rudolph led the team of merry deer, his nose a shiny red,
While Santa glided down the chimneys - the children still in bed.
Santa hopped onto his sleigh running as fast as he could,
With Donner, Dancer and ***** he knew they'd do what they should,
Old Dasher and Reindeer Cupid flew Santa to the skies,
So that to every little girl and boy he could bring a surprise.
Santa hopped onto his sleigh with thoughts for everyone,
He knew he had to finish soon as he saw the rising sun,
High into the clouds they soared leaving only a jangling bell,
Removing all traces of his presence so that no one on Earth could tell.
SPARE A THOUGHT
As you sit there feeding your face full of seconds and thirds,
And opening gifts that you may not deserve,
There is a place where Santa won't go,
The doorways and steeples with people freezing below,
They only know its Christmas because the streets are so bare,
But on this day of happiness - who will show them some care?
So spare a thought this Christmas, spare a thought please do,
Spare a thought this Christmas for those less fortunate than you.
As we sit here laughing and falling asleep before the screen,
And eating lots more pudding - some with extra cream,
There is a place where Reindeer won't tread,
In the shelters and the hideaways filled with loneliness and dread,
They heard about a Christmas in a "once upon a time",
But on this day of indulgency - who will put their own greed on the line?
So spare a thought this Christmas, spare a thought please do,
Spare a thought this Christmas for those less fortunate than you.
As you secretly think of the things Christmas didn't bring to you,
And thinking of seasonal games for you to play and do,
There is a place so lost that Santa cannot find,
Just a box of cardboard where hope gets left behind,
They were told that Christmas was just around the corner,
It's a day that never comes - who will stand and be more than a mourner?
So spare a thought this Christmas, spare a thought please do,
Spare a thought this Christmas for those less fortunate than you.
So spare a thought this Christmas, spare a thought please do,
Spare a thought this Christmas for those less fortunate than you.
STOCKINGS
Timmy had a stocking hung from his bedroom door,
He wished that it be filled with things he'd never had before,
Maybe a toy soldier beating his drum,
Maybe a model sailor drinking his bottle of ***,
He hoped for a motorcar that could speed around his house,
Or maybe a cuddly toy the image of Mickey Mouse.
He hoped that Father Christmas would bring something for his mum,
Maybe a freshly baked cake or something filled with plum,
A brand new box of magic tricks for my brother Sam,
And a gift for dad to show how grateful I really am,
And Timmy hoped that his dog wouldn't be missed out,
Cause Rover would be sad and blue on Christmas day, no doubt.
Timmy was always thinking of others not only of himself,
That�s why he left a small token for Santa on the shelf,
There was plate filled with cookies - the ones with the choc-chip,
And there was some brandy to keep out the cold - just a little nip,
He also left a bag of many little snacks,
For all the hungry reindeer that'd help fly Santa back.
THE MEANING OF THIS CHRISTMAS
As you huddle beneath your Christmas tree,
Amidst a flame of warmth,
Opening presents, sharing presents, and sharing laughter too,
Remember the meaning of this Christmas is love and joy - peace, happiness for you.
Try to know the story of a baby that was born,
In a manger bed from a woman pure as snow,
Her husband he watched lovingly,
As he calmly cooled her brow.
On that starry night three wise travellers appeared,
Bearing gifts of golden wonder,
Without a need for return,
They sought only a moment with a new life that to this Earth He placed.
And now two thousand years away,
Let's try to recall the message of Christmas,
As we fill our plates with plenty - turkey and chocolate treats,
Singing carols and dancing alive with glee.
Try not to be contented with an overwhelming greed,
Look within your heart and see what you really need,
Is it music? Is it toys? Is it the latest craze?
Learn to embrace a loved one without a possession haze.
Hear the silent footsteps of the men, who travelled all night,
See the snowflakes drifting down from the heavens above,
A reminder to us all,
The meaning of this Christmas my dear, it must be love.
THE ROBIN
Is it the distant whisper of a thousand tiny bells?
Or is it the carolling that tells us when it starts?
I wish for the knowledge from many wishing wells,
I now know when Christmas arrives from the beating of my heart.
It's the day when first you see a robin perched upon a tree,
When you hear his little chirping from a snow covered branch,
You'll see his red breast moving in time with your heartbeat so free,
Be it snowy, be it wet, be it sunny, be it cold - I'll know from the robin on my ranch.
He comes my way each Christmas week and settles in his nest,
It's then I'll know that my sweet family will arrive,
And bring with them such hilarity that makes me truly blessed,
So I raise up my eyes to God and give thanks that I'm alive.
THE SNOWMAN COMES TO LIFE
Little Josephine spent yesterday outside,
She darted through the streets feeling snow under foot,
Her face shone out delight; her smile couldn't hide,
Nothing could ***** the blanket of white not even the blackness of soot,
So she found a silent spot, a space open wide,
A place to build her snowman, where he could always stay put.
She built him high and tall, as tall as her legs would allow,
She made him round and whole with a face that looked so proud,
Now the snow had settled down, it lay upon the bough,
She drew his eyes from coal and a mouth to laugh aloud,
She gave him nose of carrot, hat and scarf but darkness fell and go, she had to now,
She told the snowman she'd return tomorrow, this with crossed heart she vowed.
Home she ambled to her sleepy room to lay down her sweet head,
In her silent sleep that night the wondrous dreams she had,
She saw her snowman come to life and dance, not sit, around instead,
She watched him smile and seeing him fly - it all just made her glad,
In her books and stories a tale like this she'd never read,
She knew it was a dream yet she wasn't sad, the visions she saw were good - not bad.
Little Josephine returned the very next day,
Her snowman was gone the sunshine was here,
Her eyes welled up - her tongue no words to say,
The hat and scarf still on the ground showed nothing was to fear,
For in her mind she knew he'd visit - he would find a way,
If he couldn't get back inside, she'd made memories to recall each and every year.
TWO LOVERS HOLDING HANDS
Two lovers holding hands across the table,
Share this Christmas time,
Something simple no fancy foods,
Not concerned with wine,
They focus on the laughter, on the pleasure of this day,
As their smiles intertwine.
They take an elegant candle and place it in the mud,
They light the wick and out its fire shines bright,
There material belongings for which they will not care,
As they rest their heads on the carpet of endless white,
Holding each other tight they'll gaze beyond the stars,
Nothing will matter as their souls become one this Christmas night.
Two lovers holding hands for eternity,
Sharing each Christmas time,
Something precious and something true,
No concerns for design,
They focus on the sharing, on the wonder of each day,
As their lives will suddenly be defined.
Written in 2004
stranger Sep 2018
□■▪spare me▪■□
stranger
Sep 2018
Spare me of the self-hatred tonight
Spare me of the pain until sunlight.
Spare me of the sad dreams
I deserve at least one please.
Spare me of the desires and wishes
No-one ever knows what their future is.
Spare me of the cruelty and sour taste
I am tired of every spike of pain my hand creates.
Spare me of this disaster
Spare me yet I have no master.
Who the **** in this world will spare me of the truth?
I keep on bitting from life's poisonous fruit.
Who'd spare me of the true face of earth?
Who'll love the unlovable?
We're afraid of the truth
Yet we're unpredictable.
Who'll spare us all from the war?
If we're all our own murderers at the core?
Spare me I'm already dying
Why should we find the truth if we're all lying?
Spare me of the pain until sunlight.
Spare me of the sad dreams
I deserve at least one please.
Spare me of the desires and wishes
No-one ever knows what their future is.
Spare me of the cruelty and sour taste
I am tired of every spike of pain my hand creates.
Spare me of this disaster
Spare me yet I have no master.
Who the **** in this world will spare me of the truth?
I keep on bitting from life's poisonous fruit.
Who'd spare me of the true face of earth?
Who'll love the unlovable?
We're afraid of the truth
Yet we're unpredictable.
Who'll spare us all from the war?
If we're all our own murderers at the core?
Spare me I'm already dying
Why should we find the truth if we're all lying?
I think i'm dying and living the best time of my life at the same time