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You shouldn't carry your radio to school son.
You can enjoy your music when you're back home.
You'll just get in trouble with the headmaster again,
You know I want the best out of you so as your mother.

Avoid bad company,
Don't be suspended again,
Study, get an education... that's the way it is these days.
You don't have to smoke in school to show them you're a man.

Avoid alcohol as well,
Come home early, we will have some dinner tonight,
We will play all the songs you want,
Stay in the spare room, I will have ***** connect some wires through the ceiling for your own radio so you can enjoy your songs all night if you so wish.

Look, I did send you down to a good  boarding school,
But you wasted your chances there,
Now you have to walk like everyone else to this school far away,
You got it though, you make me proud out here, Ok?

Come over during the weekend,
I will teach you and ***** some carpentry,
We will fit this ceiling and repair these coffee trays,
We will paint every room different colors except the kitchen, your mother has to decide that.

I picked three colors for your three mothers,
Red for Mama Margaret, Green for Mama Jane and Blue for Mama Helen,
I don't have a favorite color myself, to me all are nice,
But dove grey on the corridor ceiling does good lighting from the East,
Dutch-Blue in the bedroom makes our movie afternoons quite stunning.

Then there are these carvings that Noah and Robert sent down from Nairobi,
Every other furniture must look like them, we will vanish all of them,
We will pick some old chairs from Mama Helen and repair them for my sitting room,
These reeds aren't strong enough,we will replace them with plywood.

I've had Mama Jane sew some clothing for the chairs and this cards table,
We will play all sorts of games here with your sisters,
I will teach you how to play monopoly and solitaire.
You have to learn how to invest son, its how i got all these you see we have,
Work hard for your money, be true and fair don't rush for quick money.

Oh! Dad...
Hallo is it you *****,
I am trying to reach Robert  but his phone is off,
Noah cannot pick either, bet he's still sleeping
Try getting hold of them and tell your brothers Charlie has just died,
His house burned down last with him inside.

The children saw it when they were going to school this morning
I have sent Mama Jane down to see
Wekesa, our house help is here but cannot speak,
That is Mama Jesca wailing,
I don't like screams, off you go Jesca, stop the wailing

Its a sad time son,
Plan and come down here as soon as you can
Quickly tell your brothers,
I want you all here with me,
The family needs each of you.

The askaris have come to take away his body to the mortuary,
They're also investigating the cause of the fire,
I cannot go down there with my swollen feet,
I just hope he did not do it himself with the petrol he was stealing from the generator,
He had gone to take ***** with Turkana the night guard.

My poor Charlie,
I don't know what I feel right now
I am sure Mama Helen is devasted,
It must be so hard to loose a son, I was not ready for this,
I don't know *****.

We will lay him on the left lawn with pink frangipani trees
We will have to chop down a few oleanders and mulberries
We will make him a small house over his grave
After a year I will work on his tombstone with help of you boys
I will write the epitaph myself.
Aching for your touch,
Just waiting for your love,
To maybe fall my way,
Blood red petal graves.
Johnny walker Mar 10
One of the most beautiful pieces of music I've ever heard that of Lime Light
by Chalie Chaplin from
the film of the same
the piece of music apparently was written by Charlie Chaplin himself haven't seen the film for a number of years must watch
But the most moving part of the film Is the ending scene that of a ballerina played by Clare Bloome  
dancing the perfect performance whilst her dance coach If I remember correctly played by Charlie Chaplin
sits In the wings on a chair as she reaches the ****** of her performance he dies with oh so beautiful music playing real tear jerker and a must
A film by Charlie Chaplin Lime Light about a coach and ballerina such beautiful piece of music written by Chaplin himself the a must watch real tear jerker
Mr furry prince
You know I will miss
Your sweet hello
Charlie please don’t go

Mr purry king
My friend, my love
You know I will miss
The way that you kiss
Your sad goodbye
Try not to cry
Please get better, I love my cat
Bird's flight
Tight light
Be op do op and all the light
Over the tired and torn world

The shingle-tingles
Peg leg harms
Needles  beadles
Pawnshops mattresses

Brownstone runs
Past and reeds
Diminished incliner
Augmenting disarranger

Kali and calipers
Ricoh fives fire knives
Air recess
Dying confess

Less swing than gallows
Racing  tracing
We passing
Futile asking
Debbie Stevens Oct 2017
All my life I was lost and clueless,
growing up with no filter and foolishness.
With no family to love and care for me,
I don't know how they could leave and betray me.

No eyes focused on me because of my low I.Q,
my life has changed because of the help from a few.
With scientists helping me to become smart,
I am now realizing my life from the start.

All hopes come crashing down,
I'm going back to looking like a clown.
It was great while it lasted,
all I want to say is don't take life for granted.
I wrote this poem in relation to the book "Flowers for Algernon" as an assignment for my english class.
jdotingham Jan 2017
poetry without the use of language and yet
                            the most inspirational speech from an otherwise silent actor,
          taking on morbid fascism with an iron fist of comedy.
black and white and monochrome yet so full of colour
yet behind the face lives a psyche of enigma, but still
ng down to impose laughter:
eyebrows   eyebrows
to show      emotion
        ­ areanicon
you will never die in the metaphysical centre of our minds for you who     
              s e  from poverty into the superpower of comedy.
you are an icon to be proud of and will forever be embedded in our metaphorical hearts. *
for you are art.
for he is very dear to my heart.
Michael DeVoe Aug 2016
I’ll be home soon
I’ve been on this trip for a while now I know
Longer this time then last time that’s for sure
But I promise Chuck I haven’t forgotten where I live
I just can’t imagine myself there right now
I must disappoint you greatly
Out here in space dodging asteroids and avoiding life
Some days it all feels like progress
Other nights it feels like shame
I know what you’re gonna say but Chuck I tried
Well, I mean, I thought really hard about trying
And I can still see my son’s lighthouse on the kitchen table
I could get home if I really really really needed to
I’m sure of it
Listen I’m not some lost cause
Left drifting through galaxies with no hope of return
I’m E.T. and I know where the pay phone is
It’s just I’m not done up here
I’ve got more to find and more to see and more to discover
Sure Chuck, I’ll prove it
Home, it’s right there
Past that nebula and through that asteroid belt and around that comet
I could’ve sworn it was right there just yesterday
Where’d it go
Oh **** Chuck
Now what
A collection of poems by me is available on Amazon
Where She Left Me - Michael DeVoe
jdotingham Feb 2016
                                 \It's the golden age of what i want/ /
                                    \God only knows if i ever find it/ /
                                 \I don't know what i'm searching for/ /
                                              \But i'm sure its here/ /
                                                \I'm sure my dear/ /

                             \You have a face from the golden screen/ /
                                   \A magazine, my vintage queen/ /    
                                           \A love song of remorse/ /
                                             \But i'm sure its here/ /
                                               \I'm sure my dear/ /
When you dream of the actors studio <3 But know that it's gonna be a hell of a journey to get there
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