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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
A part of the process.


As the cadence of my voice becomes a part of your tongue,
I communicate with you in silence using telepathic thoughts.
You are still growing and as of yet you are unborn,
But creation has begun
And there are many things you are learning
And so much more that you need to be taught.


Whisper to me and I will fulfill your needs;
A daily dose of unending love is what you give to me.
So happy inside your little bubble;
Will you grow up to become a lot of trouble?
Or will you bring us the contentment we have been searching for?
You are a moving hand found beneath the rubble and we are all yours.


A light in the dark, a glint in the eye;
A smile and a wink and it was bed time…
And so you were formed, so soon to be born;
Nobody fully prepares you for all of the love.


The fun you bring with you and the changes;
What are the chances of my mind changing?
They are not even remote; they are not a possibility.
We are creating a planet; you are my world and my everything.


And when you are with us, our cherub is helpless;
But we will help you with whatever you need
And do whatever it takes to make you happy.
I don’t mind changing a ***** or two…
It’s just a part of the process
And you are now a part of our family.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Apathetic to your positivity.


We keep on running, because we can’t stand still.
We keep on climbing, because we have got to get up the hill.
We keep on searching for a better thrill.
We are humans and we strive to advance, using all of our will.


Forward we march, dragging the weaker man with us.
Onward we go, for the good of our health.
Drop and give me twenty one-handed push-ups;
I am too lazy to evolve, so keep your thoughts to yourself.


You can advance the entire human race
And you have my full support.
As long as that doesn’t require anything from me.


I will not hinder your quest to find out more,
But I cannot bring myself to need anything but peace
And a place to be alone without your positivity.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Apathy


Don’t tell me how to feel, when I feel like this;
Don’t tell me that you’re happy, when I’m so depressed.
Don’t sit there with your girlfriend, giving her a kiss;
Because I just don’t care, about your life of bliss.


I do not care for your sympathy,
Because I live in a town called Apathy.
The town of no-hopers and the town I’m in;
The ****** little town called Apathy.


So don’t sit there with a smile upon your face.
Don’t dare utter those words:
‘The world is such an amazing place.’
Because I live in the rain and I feel like ****.
The sun never shines down on Apathy.


So I do not care for your sympathy,
Because I live in a town called Apathy.
The town of no-hopers and the town I’m in;
The ****** little town called Apathy.


If you feel the same as me;
Or you live in a town like Apathy.
A town of losers; a town of ****!
Then come with me down to Apathy.


Let’s take it over and change a few things.
Let’s welcome only rockers and eject all the trendies.
Let’s all sit down and smoke a spliff.
Let’s drink tequila and rock a few riffs.


I do not care for your sympathy,
Because I live in a town, called Apathy.
The town of no-hopers and the town I’m in;
The ****** little town called Apathy…


Yeah, I live in a town called Apathy,
And it has become like home to me,
For I never want to live outside Apathy,
Because I only care about, the cool people and me.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
A perfect beauty


A perfect beauty could be different beneath the skin.
They may be beautiful on the outside,
But dark secrets may be hidden underneath.
The person we desire could be blinding us from their faults;
The lover we require may be a detached love so far away from us.


In silence we remain alone;
In voice we give birth to love.
Without a love of our own,
We remain less than we should have become.


We have to see past lust
And delve deep under to find love;
Because a love built solely on lust,
Will crumble and become lost.


If we remain true to love and do not just accept anyone;
We will find what we need, if we are lucky enough to find the one.
The words have already told us,
That love is everything that we need.
So stay faithful to your faith in love
And you will find your real love, eventually.


Obsessing over beauty will only leave us so sad;
We may miss out on love, for them and they may never know.
If you think they are the one,
But then you see the flaws they never had;
You will regret what you did or didn’t do and you will end up alone.


Be open to love, for every love is a gift;
Do not take anyone for granted, or they will soon be gone.
Throw your arms around love; do not let it be missed,
Because you cannot change what you have already done
And if they really are so perfect, then why are they alone?


A flawed beauty is what we should desire;
A painful past will bring you closer together.
A love full of lust burns the brightest fire;
A lust without love, will never last forever.


Being honest to love is not such a risk,
When you compare it to being honest with only lust.
Love will protect you every hour, in every kiss;
But with each lover, you wear away love and away goes the trust.


In stars we search for understanding, for meaning and for sight;
In songs we find understanding, true meaning and insight.
In marriage we become new beings, living a whole new life.
A beauty without flaws is called perfection; it is also a lie.


Seek what you want and accept what you will;
Profit where you may and put your trust in who you want.
Desire all you can have and let no tear ever be wrongfully spilled;
Live for lust, or lust for love;
Live for love and you will find that you are now at one with the one.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
A Perfect Death


It’s a brave new world and there’s nothing left,
But heartbreak, soul and a perfect death.
There’s nothing left, but a perfect death,
A waste of breath or a taste of regret.


And all I have is a taste of fame;
A kind of pain that you can’t take away.
You can’t take away, you can’t take away,
You can’t take away the perfect day.


So thank you all from the bottom of my heart;
For this brand new start,
To this brand new world.
It’s another kind, in another time;
For another guy with a change of mind.


So what are we but dust in the wind?
Another false king, with a different beginning.
Jesus Christ or The Buddhist,
Had a perfect taste of heavenly bliss;
With the perfect death, with no regrets.
Let’s make this death the perfect end.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
A philosophical question for anyone who has an idea.


Imagine my hands are a set of scales.
In my right hand I hold this crazy little thing called love.


You can choose anything you want to place in my left hand
And I will not set limits;
But, of course, you will fail.


What would you choose to balance the scales in your favour?
Please tell me your opinion…
If you have one.


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Aa Harvey May 2018
A place for poets.


We are flying through eternity.
Endlessly we stay beneath all those things,
They tell us we should have been.
Aimless we choke upon our own words.
Seeking guidance in an empty place; we have never been heard.


Our voices have never truly shouted out loud.
We are the poets in need, lost faces in the crowd.
A million strangers never meet to discuss,
What could be done to give a voice to us.


All travelling alone, along similar tracks.
We are united by words, but we never tell each other what we have.
With all the knowledge in our world of poetry,
We are all left confused by the possibilities.


No map to view; no set in stone.
No directions to a place we can communicate;
A poet’s home,
Is a place we need,
To speak at ease…
A place we can all feel safe.


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Aa Harvey Sep 2018
Apocalyptic Death Music


Apocalyptic Death Music
Descending into madness


Running towards death
Begging for answers


**** us all in a flame of death!
But let us all have a little dance first


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Aa Harvey May 2018
A poem about football.


Poetry about football *****.
Poetry about love doesn’t.
Poetry about the things you read about in books,
Shows people what you have learned, like
‘The Boring Book of Boredom’.


A dozen couldn’t appease the woman,
Who wouldn’t listen to your wooden words without wisdom.
You King without a kingdom, you really shouldn’t be so stubborn,
But for true love we fall, all of a sudden.


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Aa Harvey May 2018
A poet’s heart.


A poet’s heart is unlike any other.
It is bigger, it is more;
It is waiting for you, to discover.
It is free to speak without disorder;
Because a poet’s heart is so clear
And we are simply the interpreter.


A poet’s heart is unique to the poet;
All who have a heart, would say the same,
But a poet’s heart is uniquely more used,
Than to simply push blood around the veins.


A poet’s heart must be huge for love to fill it;
It gives out what it takes in and is essential to the poet.
Their heart is their charm and their words their way of showing.
A poet’s heart is the creator of the poet
And our souls are forever aching.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
A poet’s tree.


The tree at the end of the garden, stands tall and proud.
It will forever rise up towards the sunlight, but it will never look down.
It has been here many years now
And it has seen many things come and go;
But its roots are buried deep, down in the Earth below.


It was there when I first arrived here
And it will be here long after I am not.
The tree in the garden lives long in the memory
And it has claimed its plot.


All the plants in the garden are kept cool beneath its shade
And when they need to feel the sunshine,
Time makes the shadows move away.
All other things are dwarfed beneath its branches;
They are covered in thousands of leaves.
It stands alone, it has no equal;
It has no envy for any other tree.


It is the finest tree of them all;
The tree at the end of the garden stands proudly
And it will forever stand tall.


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Aa Harvey Oct 2018
Apparently


Apparently, I’m a woman’s man.  Apparently…
Apparently, I was her man.  Apparently…
Apparently, she gave a ****.  Apparently…
Apparently, I was her only man.  Apparently…


Apparently, we were in love.  Apparently…
Apparently, she didn’t touch other drugs.  Apparently…
Apparently, she was meant to be for real.  Apparently…
Apparently, I was good enough.  Apparently…


Apparently, she wasn’t a ****.  Apparently…
Apparently, she was good enough.  Apparently…
Apparently, she was beautiful.  Apparently…
Apparently, she was my girl.  Apparently…


Apparently, she wept real tears.  Apparently…
Apparently, we were going to be together for years.  Apparently…
Apparently, I should still give a ****.  Apparently…
Apparently, I never did.  Apparently…


Apparently, is just for me.  Apparently…
Apparently, is there for everyone to see.  Apparently…
Apparently, I loved you.  Apparently…
Apparently, you loved me too.  Apparently…

(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Apples in orchards


Apples in orchards crashing like snowflakes to the ground,
They fall into the baskets to be eaten now.
They have ripened and at last we can taste their juices;
This fruit of the loom brings pleasure to our mouths.


Vineyards drunk dry by drunken Mediterranean’s,
Create a wine so divine, you would swear it was a God send.
There is no end of pleasure to be found in this land of ours;
Sip the wine and spit it out and then while away the hours.


Summer shines upon us, as we are drunk in love;
We have tasted her, we are with her and she is the one.
The one who brings us happiness when all else is dark.
She brings us the warmth we crave; she is euphoria for the heart.


Dance for your lover and take off your clothes
And you will see the smile on their face.
Love each other truly and who knows,
You could grow apples in your orchard and savour the taste.


Love is your apple and your life is your orchard;
It takes two to grow an apple, so come on now don’t be a dullard.
Smother them in love and your orchard will grow
And at last you will have a place you can feel at home.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
A psychic connection


I have planted a seed inside your mind,
So read my thoughts from time to time.
Let me become a part of your conscience;
If we move as one through this world,
We can offer each other guidance.


We share an understanding and a way of thinking.
A poet explaining and a song writer singing.
The very best of the best;
The best we have to give.
Life is a constant test
And we must learn how to live.


Forever we are changing, evolving day to day.
In a future version of ourselves, we will know what to say.
From the babies we were, we have grown to become strong of thought.
We have passion and clarification;
We now know all that which we have been taught and so much more.


From school until now, we are constantly learning;
From baby to adult, we are advancing.
A hope is all they had, the Mom and the Dad;
Now I am simply here to give thanks.


The more we grow, the more we know.
After a time of being just a person that follows,
We are now strong enough to walk alone…
We are no longer a clone.


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Aa Harvey Jul 2018
A Publisher and A Writer walk into a bar…
They both say “Ouch!”


Please My Omnipotent Publisher;
Please give me a break.
Give my poetry a chance to show,
I'm not second rate.
This book will sell and my words will be heard
And your company and I, will reap the rewards.


Let us start a new duo,
More famous / infamous than Bonnie and Clyde.
I must be published, before I die.


My legacy must be left, so my memory lives on.
I'm sure there are people out there,
Who will like my Poetry in E-Motion.


Please arrange a meeting, so I can discuss with you my work.
Please read my poems and songs, to see if I deserve,
You standing beside me,
When ‘Poetry in E-motion’ begins to sell
And standing in front of me with lawyers,
When they say go to Hell!


This poem is the warm up band, for releasing my novel.
I guarantee the sales of ‘Poetry In E-Motion’,
Will be more than trebled;
By
‘The Life and Times of Stumper Chubble’
And by my following novels,
Poetry, songs and My Own Bible.


So far I've written 600 poems / songs.
All I'm asking you for is to listen to one of them.
If you read another of my poems
And don’t think they are good enough…
Read just one more…
And it could change your world.


If you like one poem, you might like the rest;
Then maybe I can sign a contract with you; if you wish?

And if you like them all…

Well, then I'll write you a thousand more.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
A reason to be


Eyes open wide, I am waiting on time;
Patience is not a virtue I possess.
I need a guiding light, come let it shine;
My soul is aching for a love, this I must confess.


Been here so long, hiding behind,
Anything I think can protect me from living this life.
My hopes and my dreams were up in the sky,
But now they are here in my hands and now is my time.


Pictures still form inside my head.
Wishes are wasted dreams of a lesser man.
If I can’t give you my all, then you will not get my best,
So I dive into my mind and when I return I am a better man.


The love that I desire stands in front of me;
The love that I crave is my magnetic need.
The love that I had, it was not really real;
But the love that I will find, it will cure me.


We all hope to be loved, so why can’t I?
Why can I not be the one to make you smile?
If all that I have left is this one last chance,
Then take my heart from my poetry and let me be worthwhile.


The darkness has gone and the sun shines;
The warmth of your love is all the empathy I seek.
I needed you to become my new romantic romance.
You give me more than a chance;
You give me hope
And a reason to be.


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Aa Harvey May 2018
Are you a believer?


A game of chance.
You can ask,
But you cannot expect,
The truth.


In exchange for my answer of love,
You must tell me something of your heart.
A single thing you have never done;
The price of my truth is a piece of your inner-art.


Ask me honestly and I may not lie.
I promise to reveal the sky,
If only you are willing to see.
Are you a believer?  Do you believe in me?


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Aa Harvey May 2018
A right to life.


I have the right to write.
I may not be right in what I write,
But I still have the right to write.


Freedom of speech is poetry.  Do you see?
Because what they teach is, learn to read to feel free.
They plant the seed of doubt in you and me
And I just say what I see.


My thoughts are right to me and wrong to you;
I write what I feel and I’ll probably be sued.
This feud must end; my words are only words.
I only speak what I’ve already heard.


Mixed up I am, but my poetry is real,
This is how I really feel.
So how do you feel about what I write?
Is this writer right?


I’ve nothing to say, but lots I must write,
For I fear I could die without affecting your life.
I fear I could meet you in the afterlife
And have nothing to say, except did you enjoy the ride?


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Aa Harvey May 2018
Armadillo


Love is a true story.
Love takes time.
True love means being faithful,
And truly loving only one woman for the rest of my life.
At this moment she is only on my mind;
I hope one day to find her hand in mine.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
A Rolling Stone


A rolling stone gathers no moss;
For it forever travels on, even though it has no legs.
It simply rolls on, through the poorest little village;
Its destination unknown, its path filled with the dead.


This rock is enormous.  Your garden has turned to dust;
Your plants are now flat and the grass has been soiled
And marked by this rock.  It left a lasting impression.
You'll remember the rolling stone, but by now it's moved on.


The rolling stone is still rolling, it has rolled all it's life;
Its job is to roll and it's done that just right.
Destroying all things, that get in its way;
It knows its future, it's always the same.


To roll is to live, for this rolling rock;
It only quest in life, is to keep rolling on.
Leaving a path of destruction, for nothing can stop its wrath;
It's dizzy from the rolling; its life seems quite a laugh.


People flee when they see it coming
And it's now grown to be huge.
Look out!  Here comes the rolling stone;
It’s coming directly for you.


**** Jagger saw the rock, as it rolled down the hill;
But he thought it was an illusion, he saw because of the pills.
Now he's old he's not so convinced, that the rock wasn't real
And maybe now at last, he can start to really believe.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
A scarlet beast.


A scarlet beast is hunting me, as I run through the shadows.
It will not cease its pursuit of me;
I wish for peace in dandelion meadows,
But night has fallen, the beast is unleashed!
The panic awoken; the light I seek.


In rain-dropped puddles, I plant my feet;
In rain-dropped puddles, I hear the beast.
Still I run and still the beast runs;
I only see darkness, when I am crying out for a sun!


Like the barrel of a gun, I am trapped in this tunnel;
At the end is my death, the bullet brings my funeral.
Above and beyond!  I am shot through the clouds;
I fall and I land safe in angel arms, peace has taken over me now.


Safe in this haven, secure this place is the cure;
For my fear evaporates into a memory.
I was ripped apart and torn from the world;
My body may be in ruins, but my soul is concrete.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
A sentinel


A sentinel stands motionless, staring out into the distance;
Surveying the horizon in case of a new threat.
He has been there all night and now dawn is breaking.
The light shines in his eyes and lights up the glen.


The flowers are in bloom and all the trees are a radiant green
And still he stands, watching; looking for any kind of enemy.
He can hear his fellow soldiers stirring behind him;
Their hangovers are seeking a remedy.


He wonders if this will be the day they are attacked;
Or will the peace last?
And will reinforcements arrive before the enemy?
Still he stands still, staring into the forest;
Waiting for someone to cross his path.


This war has lasted too long already and no end of war is in sight.
He is just thankful for the peace that lasted…last night.


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Ash
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Ash
Ash


Existence has turned into ash.

The day has become night;
There are no stars in the sky
And the chapel rings no sound at all.
Everything is sad in my world.


The haunting voice of the man with the scythe;
There is no light in these darkest of times.
No butterflies; only flies.
The train slowly rolls along the lines.


No people to be seen;
Is this all a bad dream?
Or a place where I have nowhere else to go?
I am left hopeless without my hope.


There is smoke in the air;
The smell sinks into my lungs.
No radio message; no song to be sung.
Just a requiem written on a wall;
Graffiti art spells out ‘A lifetime is so short.’


When I think of my time, just a second in creation;
Another second of life, a final second and then an ocean,
Where all is sinking away.
Everything is lost to never be seen again.


At the bottom of this ocean there are only bones,
Of those who sailed; they never made it home.
Princes and pirates;
Novices and navigators.
None know the answers;
Nobody to say see you later.

In the end all things they must go…


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey May 2018
As he walks on by, leaving you to wonder.


Walking home on a Saturday night, I saw a spaceship flying so high.
I tipped my hat and turned my back and I continued to walk on by.
You see I have already seen this, inside a memory inside my mind.
I have had this thought a million times, so I just let it pass on by.


A light burns in the distance,
As a comet flies through the Heaven’s above!
I cast a glance, a peek perhaps; nothing more than a quick look.
You see I have seen it all before, a thousand times or more
And all the wonder has disappeared, along with all the fun.


Other people do not believe in me;
They say I just tell fantastic stories that I create.
They tell me that I should just write a book of fantasy,
But I have never created a page,
That could ever shine as bright,
As the idea’s that you will find along the way.


Another morning after;
I awake with another story to tell.
They tell me that they are tired of the tales that I weave
And that they are no longer under my spell.
But that has never been my objective;
I never tried to change the way that you see.
A thousand non-believers have nothing to give,
To a wondering mind that has already been.


I want to believe in my own ideals
And follow a thought until the end.
They can disbelieve and question my words,
But they can never stop me from attempting to make new friends.


Maybe I can also speak the truth too;
Maybe not all I say is a lie.
Maybe one day you will see me disappear inside a cloud,
After a thunderous flash of light.


I have travelled over the oceans and I have walked under a moon.
I never thought to take you with me,
Because I thought that you already knew,
That I am just a traveller
And I am passing through your time.
Maybe next time I am passing through here,
I will try to drop you a line.


I would have liked to have taken you with me,
But it would have taken all of your hope.
If you believe enough in me, who knows?  We will see;
Maybe I could find a way to offer you a saving rope.
A way for me to lift your heart, when you are falling down.
I want to raise all of your spirits
And show you the universe, before I leave this town.


Some people say I never existed;
Some say I must have been a ghost.
The only man I truly knew, is unknown to you,
But he is the one I admire the most.
Some people tell my story, without ever knowing of his;
But I could never write an autobiography,
Without an acknowledgement of his tragedy.
I am living in his shadow, I have his memories inside.
I see an image of the man that I could have been,
But I must leave his body now and return to my life.


I’m heading off into the blue now;
I’m leaving you all behind.
I have left you with a memory…
As I leave you all to be mankind.
I’m leaving you all to wonder,
Who was the man that was talking that night?
And as I turn the corner,
I climb into my flying saucer
And I fly up into the sky.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Ask love a question


Love doesn’t ask what the age difference is,
What job they do and how much money they make.
All love asks is do you love them?


Love doesn’t ask if they already have kids.
Are your feelings the truth?
Are you ready to get burned by the heartache once more?
All love is asking from you, is to love them.


Love isn’t a certainty.
Love doesn’t come with a warranty.
No promise is made, that can never be broken.
I can guarantee, that you will be hurt,
Eventually;
But you will be hurt, this day, by yourself,
If your declaration is never spoken.


Love is not destiny.
Love will not set you free.
Love is not your only hope.
Love is all that love can be.


Love is not going to release you from the devils inside your head.
Love is not going to bring you back from the dead.
Love is not a panacea…
All love asks is do you love her?


If you love her,
Then show her.
If you love him,
Then tell him.


If they love you,
You could become more than friends,
Or you could find a friendship that never ends,
Or you could break apart like a meteor that shatters stars!
But all love has ever asked of you is…
Do you love them?


So tell me please,
How do you feel about me?
Do you love my ‘self’; my being?
This is no time to be holding your peace.


Love is Pandora’s box.
Once thoughts are confessed to love,
You will have found your soulmate…
Or love will be eternally lost.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Oct 2018
A sleeping dragon


Beneath the ground there lives a beast.
For aeon’s it has lain asleep,
Upon the bones of those it defeats.
The hopeless slain in graves so deep beneath.


The firelight in only darkness.
The ghost of old, it’s only witness.
A beast so foul, so pitiless,
Has killed a thousand men in a thousand feet deep pit.


It waits in slumber, further under,
The kingdom beneath which it constantly plunders.
A fire in the sky at midnight,
Alerts the keepers of the last kings keep.
The beast has been awoken after a hundred years’ sleep
And although it cannot be seen, it screams through the air,
Breathing fear, which destroys the hope of every man,
Who still has a care.


Now none will fight or lend a hand
And all but one are stood in silence.
The king listens to the chosen, his guards his only violence,
Against a demon which strikes such fear;
It has done so for many years.


But now at last there stands the hero.
Never more will he hold a purse of zero,
For riches have been promised by the King,
To any man who may slay the thing which sleeps beneath.


The curse upon the peaceful land,
For many a moon, but now this man,
Shall lead his band of many men to slay the beast,
Or until they are deceased.
So until the beasts’ heart beats no more,
The day has come…
To victory!
Or…


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Aa Harvey Oct 2018
Assassin


A hooded figure watches over the sleeping.
Peacefully, suddenly colder, soon to be weeping;
A body of a thousand slumbers.
Tonight will be its final number,
For without sound or any sign of remorse,
Death has come, and in due course,
The time will come when the sleeper breathes no more.
The clock has not yet struck midnight.
Witches are waking their feral beasts and al-
So, their frogs are leaping,
And all the while he lays there sleeping.


His silk pajamas and knitted blankets.
The bottle he was given, he slowly drank it,
And now through snores, he hears no more,
The open door downstairs where footsteps call.
If only he could hear them passing,
Maybe he could somehow foresee the morning happenings,
But this is not a happy ending tale.
This is a time for woe; a rose upon a grail.
A dearly departed letter of discontent.
A scarlet rose has been placed upon his deathbed.


As the clock strikes, a metaphorical piercing knife.
The depths to which some men will delve,
And all in aid of a silent war.
A change in fortune for another who did not fall.
For this assassin was bought and he sold,
His service to another victim old.
For as he stood above his prey,
A bag of monies did come his way,
And with no word, a swift hand grabbed,
The jewels inside the felt covered bag.
All that needed to be said:
“It is not yet my time; send your services back instead.”


Now riches bulged from spoils of war.
The hooded figure waited until he could wait no more,
And on the chime of the seventh call,
The end appeared, a discovery made, the snorer was no more.
Only silence, through such violence.
The hooded figure was never seen again,
But the world had swiftly and suddenly changed.
His services would surely once again be called upon,
Lest his deeds become ineffectual and his tale too soon forgotten.


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Aa Harvey May 2018
A storm is coming.


Darkness has descended in the middle of the day;
The sunshine is no more, now the sky is becoming grey.
In fear I hide beneath the shelter, trying to be safe.
Inside I hide, beneath the rain.  


Thunder above booms out as a warning;
Be prepared to be scared, for the lightning is coming.
Dogs howl under a flash of light, on a very dark day;
Where is the light that I woke up to this morning?  


Water pours down from the clouds up above;
Where is the sunlight that brings us warmth?  
Where are all those promised, better days?
Why are we so fearful of a little bit of rain and so in love with the sun?


People run inside, trying not to get their hair and clothes wet;
The man in shorts is now having regrets.
The cold hits the air like the touch of death;
Thunder and lightning are no friends of ours...
So bring your brolly with you, or stay indoors
And hide away with your pets.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
A Strange Man from a Far Distant Star.


A strange man from a far distant star;
Comes to teach us, to show us the future.
To show us a new direction, a new path to follow;
To stop us becoming, our own killer.


The future is orange, in this ungodly land;
The fire burns brightly, for this galactic traveller.
We must all learn, how to understand;
The message he left, which could change our future.
We must help him return, to the planet he left;
To let him show us the things, that are buried in our heads.


This psychedelic spaceman, with his orange platform boots;
Travelled to the moon and beyond, fighting aliens and fixing robots.
His special silver suit and his shades made him cool;
He's got some moon dust for his baby
And a piece of rock from Mars for her school.


Untouched land, heading back to his land.
From a forgotten traveler; from a psychedelic spaceman.
From the strangest of strangers, here comes the man from Obsidium,
With his tin *** space rocket, which runs on petroleum.


The spaceman's here, to show us the way;
To travel the stars, using his galactic space map.
One step for mankind, that was taken by a monkey;
Has let him take us to the stars, but he's never coming back.


This journey is one way, the destination is Obsidium;
He will bring us into contact with his peers and all sorts of aliens.
We can bounce on the moon, with a lack of gravity;
Finding new alien species, on the volcanoes of Mars.
This adventure will be joyous, with occasional tragedy;
But our mission will lead us, to travel to new stars.


The first question he asked was who will win the Human race?
And do you think Linford Christie, would win Britain first place?
Or would a pioneer win it, so they could claim it?
Like they claimed the native America; I guess they'd just steal it.


Then he said "Come with me and I'll open your minds;
Show you Jupiter, Venus and Pluto’s endless mines.
We can leave this place called Earth and explore a new galaxy;
We can race a shooting star, we can do anything.
But you must give up this life that you take for granted
And beam up with me, into my funky spaceship.”


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Aa Harvey Sep 2020
Astro-Nought


I never said I was dead.
I never claimed I was real.
I never saw you as a great.
I only tried to feel.


I couldn’t help you in space.
I’m way too far away from love.
I remember your tear-stained face.
I am giving up.


I never believed down there.
I never believed up here.
I never seemed to care.
I only saw what was never near.


I lived in my dreams.
I hid away from the world,
By floating off into a place of make believe.
Fantasy kept me alive when I wanted to be still.
Here, take my grief.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
At ‘civil’-war with mankind.


Life has been a lesson that I still haven’t learned.
Love still burns
And the way into my heart is not through strawberries and ice cream,
Or any material thing.
You have to have a soul that truly lights up,
Every time you are with me.
So much so, that it can be seen,
Because my smile will be a beamer of light for everybody to see.


My Princess your Prince would like to build you a little mansion,
For the two of us to live.
Maybe raise us some kids,
And if my dreams they never come true
And our family never begins,
Just know my heart will still sing.
A downpour of sounds will be seen flowing out of me.


My hope surfs on a stream of metaphysics and impossible dreams.
It is dancing on metaphor bliss,
Created with my last wish
And now my canary sings,
Like a bird that has been released!


If this love of ours continues,
We will become headline news.
The good news story at the end of the television;
A wave goodbye,
A blinding vision,
To those ‘in love’ who have to pretend,
Because our love will change the world,
By just sitting in a bed…
Me and my girlfriend.

All I need in this world of sin,
Is me and my girlfriend.


To all those in need, we will send peace, love and empathy.
We will have to build a spaceship, just to spread the love.
An army of Shakespeare’s monkeys will write us infinite books,
About human (be) kind…and love.
We will donate them to charity;
Just sharing the love.
Maybe do some good.
When we find a lost soul in damnation,
We will be God’s hand to Adam.  
Raise a kid; choose creation.
Lift their spirits up,
Simply by giving them love.


I think it’s time for a renaissance.
Build a palace of wonder;
Give it to the homeless and younger
And let them bring their pets and family with them, ok!
Communal gatherings will be the order of things.  There is a way.
We will create a society where everybody is free from slavery
And everybody is safe.
If imagination is just a figment and they say there is no way,
Then we will have to make amendments to their thoughts,
And our own thoughts will show them this can be done.
We could build a little hope.  The books are there to be taught.


The world doesn’t have to go to war to make a few bad men some cash.
We could live in utopia,
If only…
If only we gave it a chance…


And so I leave you with this quote I have heard my entire life,
From a man called Donald Mills Pearce.
(He is the one who chose to write.
Thank you Donn Pearce for ‘that song’ throughout all these years…)


“What we’ve got here is,
Failure to communicate.
Some men you just can’t reach,
So you get what we had here last week
Which is the way he wants it…
Well…
He gets it…”


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
A tear for your love


Love will end, as it begins.
If the passion of arguing is what originally drew you in,
Then so it will be, as love explodes…in the end.
You will lose your will, to keep on trying…to pretend.


If the lure of adultery,
Was your first thought, so wrong for me,
Then an affair is how your love will end;
All that which could have been, never to be again.


If you were friends at first and eventually love bloomed,
Then you will part with such sweet sorrow;
You will not be consumed,
With jealousy, or hateful words.
You will each realise you have reached the stop sign
And you will each go your own way with true feelings heard.


What will be, will be and what feels wrong will go wrong.
Have you never listened to the billions of love songs?
We are all beginners, until we become winners
And when you see the checkered shirt flag waving,
You will either have found your way,
Or you will be left lost for words,
As you each sit in silence, eating your dinner.


We all ask for direction in our search for love,
But nobody can tell you, which love will guarantee you feel good.
Only you can decide which love feels right…
I will still believe in true love,
No matter how many times,
Love leaves me to cry.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
At Heaven’s gate.


Heaven is rumbling with a commotion;
The news is quickly spreading, prepare for war.
Heaven’s gates are locked to all intruders;
False soothsayers did not say this day would come.


Heaven’s people are in a state of fright,
As the angels take flight to guard the light.
Hell’s doors have begun to open once more
And from his throne he bellows orders to go and shed some blood.


Laughter, mocking, shouting, sobbing;
Sounds of death are drums of war.
Iron bars defend the gateway to Heaven;
From Satanic soldiers, marching on Heaven’s door.


Guard Heaven’s gates from inside;
With weapons created by smiths, in times of yore.
Generals lead your angels into flight;
For death is once more creeping, once more seeking,
So let no beast become your plight.


Armies march on Heaven’s gates and for God’s sake,
We shall stand as one; whilst their army stands alone.
In fear they shall march to their deaths and in God’s grace,
The darkness shall be repelled and laid to waste.


No fallen angel shall stand face to face with God;
The Devil was banished long ago to the netherworld.
Another attempt to claim Heaven for himself;
But the condemned shall never rise from their pit of Hell.


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Aa Harvey May 2019
A throwaway poem


This is just a throw away poem;
Take it in or leave it to be.
I know exactly where this poem is going;
Some poems are just thrown away.
Thrown away, to you, from me.


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Aa Harvey May 2019
Atlantis rises


Under the water a city floats.
Invisible walls protect the people from the ocean.
Above the waves, nobody knows of the city below.
The worshipers lay flowers before their Gods to show their devotion.


For centuries this city has stood against the wave of incoming tides.
For generations its people have tried,
To find a way to live above and not just accept being uprooted;
But there are those would claim to rule,
So Atlantis must remain secluded.
The Atlantian’s feel trapped inside their sphere.
They want to find land; they want a new home and a new frontier,
But this city is the hand they have been dealt.
Even in this united community, there are those who cannot be helped.


They plot and scheme and think of change,
But they cannot wait to see that day;
For they are impatient,
So they act on instinct.
Not willing to discuss, they move with mistrust
And without a sound, they blink…
They disappear and gather in secret to speak.
Security seek them, but the protectors are weak.


The time has come to leave this place!
At night they leap into action, a war on the base.
Guns are waved, orders are shouted;
Shock and awe are a necessity, as to not be doubted.
Stolen ships of exploration;
Part of the human spirit has been taken.


But the community comes together to unite around those who remain.
They still think about those who decided to leave,
But the minutes soon turn into days.
Soon those who left are all but forgotten;
Life moves on without a mention of them.


All that which they stole has been replaced.
Years later a city rises from beneath the waves,
To appear before the world; a mystery unravels.
The people who never existed have found a way to travel.
How did they survive beneath the sea all these days?
With magic and machinery, they found a way.


A future voice; an alien being.
Time travel; all knowledge available to be seen.
As the city grows to reach the land,
The ocean is its arm; the city is its hands
And as the hand rises, the people multiply.
The city continues to grow until it reaches the sky.
Now the ocean is unseen, the land is no longer green.
Everywhere the people look, they only see concrete.


The view disappears;
Sky scraper towers.
Humans have advanced through the years,
But gone are all the flowers…


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Aa Harvey May 2018
Attention seeker


You gotta call me nothing, ‘cause you got nothing to say.
You gotta keep on speaking, ‘case they all just look away.
You need the attention; you are welcome to all of mine.
I don’t need their eyes a-watching me.
I just want to be left alone to write my lines.
Universally.


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Aa Harvey Jul 2018
Attraction


I wrote you this poem, to share with you my feelings;
To tell you how I feel, to say what I've been thinking.
To open my heart, without fear of rejection;
With a hope in my soul, that you were truly listening.


Since the first time I saw you, at that house in that skirt;
I wished I could give you, what I felt you deserve.
But those things I can't afford, your wounds I cannot heal;
I can only share with you, the way that I feel.


Your smile shows your beauty, like a bright neon light;
Your radiance illuminates, even the darkest of nights.
You laugh at simple things, to simply show me your smile;
You make me believe, all the pain is worthwhile.
It teaches us to become, greater than we once were;
To go back and change our mistakes, it teaches us to learn.


I don't know you, yet I like you and I hope you like me.
I believe I could get from you, all that I need.
Compassion and love and a little understanding;
To repair this broken heart, to start again and to begin.
A new chapter in this book, we call love, life and death;
You make my heart skip a beat, as you take away my breath.


But with love, lust and attraction,
Comes a world of confusion.
Are these mixed signals that I'm seeing?
Could you help me to tune in?
To the way that you feel about me,
Without hurting my soul?
If you don't feel the same;
Then I'll leave you alone.


But I can't live another day,
Without showing you how I feel.
I must know what the future holds,
If it would help then I would kneel
And pray to a God, I believe does not exist.
Ask for some sort of sign and maybe a little kiss.
From this woman stood before me,
With all manner of paths to follow;
To show me where to go and what will happen tomorrow.


Will I awake, to another missed opportunity?
Or will she call me at home, just to say hello to me?
The future is uncertain, but my feelings for her are real;
She could be the one I've waited for, for twenty five years.


I have already thought, of fifty reasons why it cannot happen;
But the reply to each reason is to just keep on dreaming.
Maybe this dream will come true and she will feel the same way;
She will want to give it a try.  She'll go out with me today.


One boy meets one girl and they make a connection;
They both feel the same way, so go out for a drink.
One day to show my good points and not scare her with the bad;
One chance to impress her, I must play my best hand.
They smile all night long and laugh through the awkward silences;
They finish the night, with the tenderest of kisses.


I'll call you tomorrow; we should do this again.
I've had a great night tonight, so I'll pick you up at seven.
We'll go to that restaurant and eat the finest cuisine;
Is this foolishness that I speak, or is it a dream?
We could go see a movie first and later drink at the pub;
Then who knows what could happen,
Maybe one day, we could fall in love.


But don't get ahead of yourself, take things one step at a time;
Get to know each other first, with a bottle of wine.
Then fall asleep on the sofa, laying in each others arms;
Then wake up to the alarm and watch the new days rising sun.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
A unique kind of love


My love for you is unique to me;
Nobody else could love you the way I do.
I love you more than any other man could,
But your only reply is “Who are you?”


And not in a good way, like “Hello! Who are You!?”
But “Hell no.  Get away.  Who the Hell are you?”


My love is an obsession and needs a woman to fill the void,
Because without love I am nothing but a lost little boy.
My love is all encompassing; it blinds me from life,
Because life is pointless without love so I want to die.


Depression sets in for another long night;
Another night alone, another love is not in sight.
Dreaming of love once more, my heart beats slowly.
It used to beat fast when I would meet a beautiful woman,
But I guess by now, you know the rest of the story…


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Aa Harvey May 2018
Autopilot


Life is a mystery; why so much misery?
No way to be happy without somebody next to me.
No holding on, just letting go;
Fingers seem so far away.
Going through the emotions;
Losing the image of her beautiful face…
Forgetting all that which I have known;
It is so sad to be reminded that she has really gone.


Trying to recall, but losing it all.
Memories only fade.
Closing doors; surrounded by walls.
No way to go back and so I look to the future;
There is nothing to see without her.


It’s a beautiful world, I can go anywhere,
But I can never return to the only place I want to be.
Wasting time; breathing air.


Give up, on looking up;
All I remember is her waving goodbye.
No hope left to raise my eyes…
No interest in raising my head.
Staring deeply into the concrete;
Wishing to forget.


My eyes are closed, my mouth is silent;
My body moves on autopilot.
I am a zombie, heading nowhere.
I am a ghost who can never again be there.
I am not remembered for being alive;
I am a broken egg shell, with nothing left inside.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
A weep of fate


There was a man sat on a bench, waiting for his bride to arrive;
There was a woman outside a church, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Today was the day his future bride would have arrived;
Today was the day her husband had lost his life.


The tears that poured down from his eyes,
Created the puddle in which her reflection lied.
Her smile told of beauty, of love and of radiance;
When inside all she felt, was the end of all romance.


She handed him her handkerchief and asked what was wrong;
The words fell from his mouth, unwittingly like a song.
His bride, he said, had not arrived.
His heart was broken; his love-life had died.


She offered him comfort and he thanked her for caring,
Then she spoke of her lover and his death left her crying.
As the two of them talked, she embraced all his words,
As she realised he was just like her.


She suddenly stopped and apologized for talking,
For she had come over in the first place,
To maybe aid him, whilst she was herself in mourning.
As he told her his tale, it saddened her to see,
The man was still in mourning, for his bride to be.


One year before, in a collision with a car,
She too had died and floated away up into the stars.
Coincidence, this may have been.
Two lovers were now lost, to never be;
But with a simple twist of fate, new lovers would exist…


Their misery had given them a connection.
Their love was so strong, it left a lasting impression.
Now twenty two years later, at the graveyard she weeps;
For the twice widowed woman,
Has lost her man of mourning in his sleep.


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A-Z
Aa Harvey May 2018
A-Z
A-Z


A, B, C for comedy, I think I said it once to Mr. Jack Dee,
But 'e forgot, gee it's getting hot; you see the pressures on me.
But I, J.K. Rowling am not,
'Ell bent on becoming the next Eminem, I'm not;
Oh no! M and N, I forgot.


Oh I'll ask Bob, Bob can I have a ***?
Q, you ****, said Bob Holness to me.
They should have bleeped it out; yes more tea please,
Said I to you, the V.W. driving tease.
She soon became my ex, don't ask me why.
I've got to go now, so say goodbye.
I've got to catch some Z’s.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Babylonia : Part Four - A Babylonian Paradise


Come in, come in, all are welcome!
Welcome to Babylonia!  Welcome home.
Every animal is welcome here,
You can be yourself;
You have no need to fear.


Babylonia has always and shall always be here.
The place for all animals, when they wish to retire.
Tired of the rat race?  Need something better?
Then Babylonia is for you friend, there is no place I’d rather
Spend the rest of eternity in;
I’d like to introduce you all to my wife and kids.


I am Groat, the goat and we have very lush grass.
Feel free to help yourself, to whatever you come across.
The world is your oyster; your greed is your clam.
This is paradise and you are all welcome.


Jungle to your left, ocean to your right;
Mountains beyond the valleys behind me.
Open your eyes to your new paradise!
Over a million trees and every day you will meet a new species.
It isn’t **** or be killed,
But I understand some of you have a need.


So hunt your prey,
Or raise a family.
Live your lives,
However you want them to be.


You can see through the water on a sunny day; I love the smell
And forget the pollution…This is Heaven, not Hell.
Whatever you wish for is yours if you can find it my friends;
But this Heaven is so large you shall never reach the end.


Eternal life here in paradise;
Generations of families sit together to talk at night.
Let us all be one great family,
Or let us all at least do as we please…
Then we shall be free.


The fruits of Eden’s vine are nothing compared to our fruit.
The juiciest, tastiest, manna sent from Heaven.
You are now all free to do whatever you choose.
I am simply here to welcome you all in…
My Friends;
The Animals.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Babylonia : Part One - Noah the Kangaroo


And so it was written:
The one who shall come.
The one who shall free all the animals!
And take them all home!


Babylonia was shown to a Kangaroo named Noah,
In a dream he had in the middle of his life.
His body shook and he kicked his love out of bed;
She jumped up and hit her head,
On the ceiling and then she began to cry.


As she stood there weeping,
She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
Noah raised to his feet, in the middle of his dream.
He walked outside and she followed him, but she could not see,
That Noah was not alone, as he walked down to the sand.
For three days and nights, he wrote his words using his hands.


His family had thought he’d lost his mind,
For he never opened his eyes to write.
They thought he was sleep walking;
But somehow, his words in the sand began talking.


They spoke of a Heaven for all animals;
His wife brushed her tail through some of his work
And called him a fool.
But by the end of the story, Noah had gained an audience
And they all gave him a round of applause,
When he woke from his dream, as they could see he was serious.


The Kangaroo named Noah,
Was going to show them the way.
Babylonia had sent them all a calling;
Noah had shown them all their fate.


Our destiny lies to the east;
A place of adventure and mystery.
Our new home to enjoy with heart,
Our destiny is calling for us to make a new start.


Let us all leave this place,
Let us all leave this human race;
To their man made apocalypse,
I will show you the way.


And so it began…
The journey of Noah
And every other animal;
‘The Journey to Babylonia.’


The Animal Paradise,
To escape the ruined jungle life.
A new jungle awaits us all,
At the end of the line.


Let me direct the Elephants and Rhinos,
To clear us all a path to Heaven, from this Hell.
Let us all feast!
Let us all mate!
Let us all sleep a slumber of the Gods themselves.
Let us all enjoy our Heaven.
Let me show you, it is worth the wait…


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Babylonia : Part Three - The Quest for Babylonia


There had been talk, of Noah’s walk;
The Gull spoke of a journey for all.
Every animal was to head east,
To find a place called Babylonia.  
There was talk of peace.


A truce between the animals;
Well a truce of sorts, at least.
They had all pledged their loyalty to a Kangaroo named Noah;
He was to lead them on a journey to the east.


And now I speak of this journey to you all,
The fish, the crab, the whale and the gulls;
The birds, the octopus, the sharks and dolphins.
Let us all take this journey; they shall welcome us in,
To a paradise called Babylonia.
Our journey awaits us…do we dare to venture?


We can arrive before they do,
The sea is so accommodating.
No lands to cross, no hills to climb;
Just 360 degrees of water in every direction.


So let us swim or fly to Babylonia;
I bet I get there first.
We can leave the human race to their own destruction.
Let us all begin this quest.


The quest for Babylonia,
Shall be told through the generations,
As we shall all swim in the oceans of Babylonia;
We shall all begin again.
Begin new lives, begin new adventures,
Begin new families for generations.


We shall all survive and thrive;
Not swim through pollution and nets made of wire.
We shall go to the undiscovered seas;
We shall find our paradise with the other animals in unity.
We shall do whatever we please,
But we must be free from this Sea of Misery.


No human beings in Babylonia;
It has always been that way
And it shall stay that way forever.
Mother Nature has given us paradise…
Who are we to not search for it?
Do we stay here?  Or do we find a new life?


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Babylonia : Part Two - Noah’s walk


Pandas chew bamboo, while you film them in the ****;
Red Elephants are extinct (Apart from a view).
Fly up high, escape the zoo’s!
The latest attraction is a Man named Hugh.


Hugh, Man?  Strange, he’s not humane.
Seize him and lock him up in a cage.
Tiger claws shall keep him in place,
Until the **** crows to tell us,
That the night time has come upon us once again.


With the darkness, come the Creepy Crawlies,
The Snakes (The Adders, the Pythons and the Cobra’s).
The Tarantula is being chased by the big bad Wolf,
Whilst the Bear has been poisoned,
By the Frog beneath his foot.


Owls spin their heads, as Buffalo’s charge away from the herd.
The Elephants follow the Rhino’s.  Such a noise to be heard.
Armadillo’s watch the Ant Eaters, as they sweep up the path;
The path has been created,
Thanks to the Rhino’s and Elephants at the head of the pack.
Birds squawk, as Eagles fly high.
A sure sign that the convoy can once more ride!


Ride on out, heading into the future;
There has been a calling, for a gathering of creatures.
Heaven awaits them, at the end of the rainbow;
Every animal is invited, even the Sloth.


The Mice sit on the Dogs head, talking to the Fleas;
As the Dog sits on the Donkey,
Who has lost his legs to disease.
The Gorillas carry them all aloft,
On bamboo rafts they found perchance.
As they sit upon the Elephant,
Who is being carried by a million Ants.


Gazelle’s rush past, with Cheetah’s in pursuit.
The Jackals stuck in the Bracknell;
They’ve lost the Cheetahs and their food.
But the Hippo will defend the Jackal, from the Crocodile;
As the Parrots collect the fruit,
To lay a path down the Green Mile.


For many shall pass through, whilst some will pass on,
But the way has now been eroded,
So at least we can see where we are going.
Follow the food; come one, come all.
Share it with everyone, there’s plenty more.


The Lions roar “Get out of the way!”
More Elephants and Rhinos are coming through,
To destroy and to build us a way.
The Chimpanzees are jumping and screaming…
Babylonia! Babylonia!
The Animal Garden of Eden!


Big one’s up front please, little one’s behind.
Get off the trail if you get caught short;
Someone please be a guide for the blind.
Make them walk the Conga in a straight line,
Like you were taught before.


Hello Rabbits.  Feeling savage?
The Deaf need directing, but they just won’t hear of it.
We need you to keep them in line and on time;
Do you think you can manage?
Will do Noah (The Kangaroo),
The way we breed, we could Rabbit surf them around Egypt,
If you asked us to.


Mr. Giraffe, could you please not do that?
You are stopping the sun, from shining on the Cats.
All you Bats, change places with the Cats.
I’d move if I were you, Rats.


Foxes and Weasels, go down the side.
You are used to cross country; you don’t need to follow the line.
Badgers, Moles, Shrews and Field Mice,
Stop playing with the Worms.
Take the underground; it’s dark, but nice.


Vampire Bats!  Stop that!
He may look dead, but he is just very old.
Sorry Mr. Tortoise,
But it’s not their fault they have no soul.


Penguins and Polar Bears, stand behind the Elephants,
When they wash themselves with water.
All the Sea Creatures took another route,
To get to the Babylonian border.
Heaven for all Animals, such a beautiful sight.
Not one bar to be seen…It is paradise.


It has Roaches and Bird droppings and no view of the Sea.
It has a jungle, trees, fresh air and the animals are free.
Free to breed and free to catch disease;
Free to live or die, depending on their destiny.


Now ten thousand years later,
A Babylonian Paradise is still thriving…
Not a machine, not a cage,
Not a human in sight…it is truly amazing.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Back in the fight.


Once you have tasted Heaven, can Earth ever satisfy you?
Or shall you forever be searching, for your paradise?
Surely after the sweetest nectar, has been found and lost by you,
You have no God given right, to once again that nectar taste.


One Love, that’s what Bob Marley said,
One lifetime it will surely take, to mourn loves death.
But surely with just a single, sure-footed step,
Love will be able, to breathe again.


So I shall once again try, to give birth to this whole love notion,
I will open myself fully, to this heartache called devotion.
For I can no longer stand to weep, without a comforting shoulder,
Maybe I have found enough strength, to fight for a new lover.


To find a new mother, for my unborn child,
To find a new wife, to show off with pride.
To wash away, the tears I have cried,
To either rest in peace forever,
Or with a little luck, once again feel alive.


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Aa Harvey May 2018
Bad day


It still remains;
Go away pain.
Impossible dream,
Which will never be.


I count the rings around my finger;
I haven’t even been born and yet it lingers.
I see love everywhere I look;
My shining sun they took.


In this grey world I am no use to you.
With all the love in the world, can I not get one?
One love is all I want.


Find me a new heart,
This one does not work.
I labour through another sentence.
Do not flirt.
Don’t say I am cute, someone will love me.
I have heard it all already.


So many promising moments,
Only ever one answer.
Set your sights lower,
You are no dancer,
Or talented being with a charming personality.
Accept the fact you are beneath all you see.
Go
And leave us be.


There is no love of mine to find.
I tried and I tried and I was denied.
No surprise.
I close my eyes,
To see my future bride.


Nothing seen in years;
Nothing to be seen through the tears.
Nothing left to do but cry.


This is why I like the rain,
It shows me to give up.
Trying every day,
Is only ever a bad day…
Another breakup.


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Aa Harvey May 2018
Bad enough to be good


With flames of love all around her, she cannot be held.
This fire burns only for her, but I am on the outside.
A vision of true beauty, an intoxicating smell,
Which draws me forever deeper inside her beautiful mind.


As I am falling, she is calling,
I am unable to resist her charms.
Sooner or later, I will succumb to her feminine wiles
And be trapped, always, inside her arms.
Until that time I will remain, floating away in space,
Hoping and praying that I am found some day.
If she comes knocking on my door,
I will open my heart to her gladly;
My love will always be yours.


I will walk across land to stand before her,
Confessing my plans to worship her,
Until the end of time.
If she asks it of me, I will let love be-
Come; I will let her love into my life.
If she needs me, then I will be there,
If she is ever sad, I will always care,
Enough to do all I can to cure her pain.
I will hold my tongue and speak no more when she is having a bad day.


I will not infect her thoughts.
I will protect her from my depression, like I know I ought,
For she will have given me her love.
I will keep my negative feelings deep on the inside.
I will always keep her next to my heart;
I will speak of her with pride.
I will keep her happy, if only she asks it of me.
She has torn down all my walls.


I stand here helpless, overcome with love.
The tears of sadness have become tears of happiness.
The lady in the red dress, so hot to the touch,
I now truly know to be,
Bad enough to be good.


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Aa Harvey May 2018
Bad turned good


What’s going on with my life at the moment?
Suddenly running along like a locomotive;
About to explode in a poverty struck, cancer ridden, suicide;
Or somehow find a publisher and maybe survive.


For time is no longer on my side;
So please help me!  I’m all out of time.
Please, I need to sell my poetry;
Or die alone, with broken bones, in the street.


Another prayer for the redemption of the guilty.
Please I beg, buy my goods from me;
Help me leave this poverty,
So I too can be set free.


Allow me to write, poetry to my Wife
And I shall forever feel free.
Let me tell her how much I love her in a letter;
So she can keep my words of love eternally.


Even when she hates me and kills my insides;
I shall forever have wished, for her to have become my Wife.
Just one taste of the bride in white,
Someone to actually love me that much;
It’s a joke I told myself to survive.


Some people just die alone and lonely;
Those people are just like me.
So do as you wish, in my last dying moments;
But my words are now spoken, for all to see.


If you like my words then come and rescue me;
From contempt, from the rent, from the demons I breed.
They slaughter me and bring me bad luck;
But this poetry they help me to write…
So I guess even bad does a little good.



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Aa Harvey Jul 2018
Bamboo shoots


I am at peace in a land of dreams.
The creatures of nightmare may scream,
But I am serene in my bamboo garden.
Waterfalls, wooden instruments, whistle their winding calls
And all attune are the birds of Eden.


I have never found love in this place of pure Earth,
And rockeries, but no broccoli please.
I only need pretty flowers to see,
For I am no vegetarian.
I am finding it hard to care again,
But here I sit with the peace within,
My garden.


The bonsai trees and fallen leaves,
And little streams which flows like dreams,
Forever winding in any direction
And at the end their resurrection.
Another dream is reborn once more,
To take me away to another world
And all is well as I stare into the bottom of an empty well.
Waiting for water,
Waiting for another story,
There is always more to tell to her,
But she is not here to know of her glory.


So I will speak, for I must…
I DO NOT TRUST!
I will tell in the hope that one day,
I will be able to find myself again.


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