"clarke" poems
I've always been in place,
in situ
Maybe (just maybe) ...
I'm sui generis?
When my lifeline intersected with spacetime on this continuum
I found myself moving toward a collision course with duality and non-duality
Moving towards a zero-point
What are we talking about?
Nothing (Rafelski & Muller, 1985)
As a geographer, the mimetic expression was dualistic
As one plane flowed through another;
as fiat lux flowed through Medicine Rock
I found wisdom
I further explored the duality @ this place
(also known as University of Lethbridge)
The U of L is an interesting duck
It walks like an Albertan university
It talks like an Albertan university
But one of these things is certainly not like the other
The U of L got its chops as a house of learning for the Liberal Arts
Follow those roots and you'll see conduits to another spacetime known as UCBerkley
U of L memetics share material memories from the birth of the Free Speech Movement (1964)
And as Arthur Erickson drafted up his plans for Canada's centennial gift to the Province of Alberta, I'm sure he would have been partaking in the pleasures of this particular spacetime
I'm sure at the very least that he was listening to Hendrix wax on about Castles
As Erickson designed this modernistic monolith called University Hall
There were influences such as Arthur C. Clarke and his novel 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968)
He was certainly knowledgeable of the Blackfoot stories of the Old Man
And of course as an architect he would be versed in gravity and how built structures on a slope tend to creep toward base-level
Strange but true, Erickson's first degree was in foreign languages
So what I see is Canada's premier architect wrote a poem for us in 1968
In a foreign language
And that poem would be expressed over the next forty to fifty years
Some of those primary poetic elements were:
Berkley, California
Hippie Movement
Creep (or gravity)
Base level
Blackfoot creation stories of the Old Man
Jimi Hendrix poetry and his savage musical genius
"and so castle's made of sand melt into the sea, eventually."
So let's reinterpret that line to be more U of L centric
(through my glossy apertures)
"and so monolith's made by man melt back into god eventually."
........ ....... ...... ..... ..... .... ... .. . zero~point . .. ... .... ..... ...... ....... ........
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
DEATH OF A JAZZ MAN
( for Jazzman John Clarke )
It was as I
expected
there was these
angel chicks
playing on harps
on Cloud 9
other angel dudes
playing trumpets and horns
but man
there was the Big Guy himself
playing a mean baritone
saxophone
like he was Gerry Mulligan
or something
the lyrics were
you know
hard to catch
"...you are the music while the music lasts..."
or something
Eliotish like that
I strode up
to the Big Guy
checking his *********
with a grin
"Man, that's real
solid gone!"
"I shall be made
thy music..."
The Big Guy
smiled...blew
one long long
final note.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 8:44 PM UTC
A Daredevil came
Lighting a Green Lantern
Even a Scorpion King
Bowed down in respect
For a fallen comrade
They travelled the Green Mile
Walked the final Whole Nine Yards
In honour and in silence
A Kung Fu Panda
Followed with Cats And Dogs
Crying tears into the night
For a gentle giant
So deeply missed
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 2:26 PM UTC
When I was fourteen
I had a skiing accident
Abroad
The one thing I missed about England
was Ken Clarke MP
Come back early or never come
Now I sit alone, drenched
in your sister's sweat
Today, we found two mixing pools
But there'll be no prosecution
Don't hit my cat, Daddy
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
DONT DO DRUGS KIDS
O a sis, John cooper clarke.
Pink floyd, getting ****** in the park.
****** crack co caine.
****** messed up again.
Council estate, tmazipan,
****** taliban.
A paper cup and a ball of string,
Ive lost me phone I'll use anythin.
Trying to get hold of my man,
Thames Valley police catch me if u can.
Tried to get the monkey off my back,
fallen down and landed in the crack ..
between the pavements,
easy street,
walking round no shoes on ma feet.
Touch this and you'll get burnt.
Been 20 years and I still havent learnt.
Loosing teeth, bad legs, getting older.
Are the winters getting colder?
Global warming ... What the ****
****** ..coming in on a salad truck.
Chav pants, naff fkin trainers,
little going on ... no brainers.
Mental health, welfare state,
think your spot on, think your great.
Urban people telling how it is.
Fk me, took to much whizz.
Walking round, feeling fantastic,
look at me dancing,
pretty tragic really ...
Stupidly asked some bloke to dance,
now im in the back of an amb ulance.
A saturday casualty.
Its an average weekend for me.
Going mad, on a ******
**** you world,
No surrender.
(c) mandy rigby and p skez 2012)
(now 4 yrs clean .. can i get an Amen?)
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 8:24 AM UTC
They gave their lives for an Irish nation,
Paid the ultimate price for our freedom.
Each of them signing the Proclamation
Which would guide Ireland in the years to come.
Thomas Clarke was the first signatory
With Patrick Pearse and Seán Mac Diarmada,
Also Joseph Plunkett, James Connolly,
Éamon Ceannt, Thomas Mary Mac Donagh.
Alas these were seven of many more
Who died as we fought for independence.
Whose names should be honoured for evermore
By us, our children and our descendants.
Never should we forget their legacy;
We owe them our freedom, our liberty
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC
the ******* cops are ******* keen
to ******* keep it ******* clean
the ******* chief's a ******* swine
who ******* draws a ******* line
at ******* fun and ******* games
the ******* kids he ******* blames
are nowehere to be ******* found
anywhere in chicken town
the ******* scene is ******* sad
the ******* news is ******* bad
the ******* **** is ******* turf
the ******* speed is ******* surf
the ******* folks are ******* daft
don't make me ******* laugh
it ******* hurts to look around
everywhere in chicken town
the ******* train is ******* late
you ******* wait you ******* wait
you're ******* lost and ******* found
stuck in ******* chicken town
the ******* view is ******* vile
for ******* miles and ******* miles
the ******* babies ******* cry
the ******* flowers ******* die
the ******* food is ******* muck
the ******* drains are ******* ******
the colour scheme is ******* brown
everywhere in chicken town
the ******* pubs are ******* dull
the ******* clubs are ******* full
of ******* girls and ******* guys
with ******* ****** in their eyes
a ******* bloke is ******* stabbed
waiting for a ******* cab
you ******* stay at ******* home
the ******* neighbors ******* moan
keep the ******* racket down
this is ******* chicken town
the ******* train is ******* late
you ******* wait you ******* wait
you're ******* lost and ******* found
stuck in ******* chicken town
the ******* pies are ******* old
the ******* chips are ******* cold
the ******* beer is ******* flat
the ******* flats have ******* rats
the ******* clocks are ******* wrong
the ******* days are ******* long
it ******* gets you ******* down
evidently chicken town
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
“Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.”
That's Arthur C. Clarke.
My wife always believed we are not;
She was convinced we are not alone.
11 months ago,
My sweet wife said to me,
“Wouldn’t a pair of tiny feet
Pattering around the house
Sound so sugary sweet?”
10 months ago,
The doctor told me how
My count was pretty low and
Asked my wife about a bike accident
From when she was 10.
My wife cried a little, and then
At home, she cried
More than I’d ever seen her.
“I don’t want to be alone,” she said,
But I told her we’re never alone,
As long as we have God.
She told me, in one of the worlds out there,
We are complete.
The ‘S’ in universes keeps her hopeful,
And content.
8 months ago,
I sat in the waiting room
With my sweet wife who had
Been puking and aching for weeks.
The doctor called it a miracle
And said our lonely days were gone.
My wife said she was glad
We weren’t going to be alone,
With just her and me.
7 months ago,
My wife ate right, and exercised,
And sang to her belly, and
Did all of the things
She was told to do;
But it was not enough, because
1 month ago,
My wife — my sweet, lovely wife —
She tripped on the staircase-
That last creaky step I swore I’d fix-
And fell, and bled and bled.
The doctor said he was sorry,
That my wife, she’d be okay, but
That there was nothing to be done
About the young one.
My wife cried much more
Than she had cried 4 months before.
She said she didn’t want to be alone.
“But we are not alone,”
I held her and I said,
“We have God in our midst,
we are not alone.”
A week ago,
I put out a sign
That declared ‘Garage Sale’
(Unabashedly, as if mocking us)
And lay out a motley of miniature clothes and objects-
Unused cribs and
Tiny, unworn shoes.
One day ago,
I said all the right things,
And loved and supported her,
And held her through her tears, but
Right now, as I cry
More than I’ve ever cried before,
And ask why I couldn’t be enough,
She is packing up her trunk,
Saying she can’t take it, saying
“I just want to be alone.”
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
Doctor and Mrs Granger
have returned from their honeymoon
they are expecting a baby
some time in the middle of June
Mrs Thrift has offered to take the baby
for pram rides in the park
Mr Clarke will escort her home
if she gets lost in the dark
a pleasant family atmosphere
is what Doctor and Mrs Granger want to create
they want to see their child grow up
with plenty of playmates
Mrs Granger wishes to have twelve babies
within sixteen years
this amount of children
will fill the Granger home with much cheer
they are presently decorating
all the rooms at the Granger compound
so it will have enough accommodation
for the babies they'll have around
last week Mrs Granger
spoke to the ladies at the coffee shop
and told them
her life and health were well on top
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 7:51 PM UTC
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
My English teacher asked us
to bring a poem in
one that really speaks to us
that resonates within
I did a lot of research
read poems through the night
Wordsworth, Keats, nor Shakespeare
could help me with my plight
I needed just one poem,
an expression to confess
my deeply burning hatred
of this teacher, unimpressed.
So I rifled through the classics,
through the bigwigs and the toffs
but all I found were thee's and thou's and an awful lot of doths
then I was sent a masterpiece
that describes these thoughts of mine
when this teacher says my poetry
is just a waste of time,
so I'll read it out in class today,
then with the Head I'll end up sat
but I'll always be so grateful
that John Cooper Clarke wrote ****
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 5:26 AM UTC
They tell us, in school,
to read all these books
by great minds;
H.G. Wells, Arthur C. Clarke, George Orwell, Ray Bradbury, Aldous Huxley;
but, at the same time,
they tell us,
even if subconsciously,
to ignore the grim implications
coming evermore true with each passing moment
of these Prophetic authors.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
Santa stood by the fire
With a pipe in his teeth
With smoke in the air
Circling him like a wreath
Clement Clarke Moore
Said this so long ago
But, what kind of pipe
I'm sure you don't know
Santa, a smoker
That's nothing new
If you remember the poem
Then you'll know it's true
The pipe, oh so slender
A small bowl at the end
A slight whisper of smoke
In the air, it would send
It arched to the floor
To the end of his beard
If it ever got close
Then his beard would be seared
The tobacco he smoked
Was a Turkish fine blend
With cloves and some nutmeg
Just how much, would depend
Was he giving out presents
Or sitting down by a fire
That determined just what
He would put in his briar
The pipe had a name
It was a Churchwarden pipe
Made of briar so old
A now long extinct type
Red Man tobacco
Some days he'd switch
But, not very often
It made his nose itch
The pipe is a classic
It shows Santa had style
Though it had a small bowl
It would last him a while
He could make rings appear
And they would circle his head
Or he'd just taste the spice
And form a small cloud instead
A Churchwarden pipe
Can be smoked by so few
It's a long way to draw
It's a tough thing to do
The scent that it leaves
Is of burnt spices and pear
And if you should smell it
You know Santa was there
So, this Christmas instead
Make it your pre bedtime goal
To leave out some OHM Turkish
To replenish his bowl
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
Mrs Clarke pushed
her battered bassinet
between market stalls
not listening
to the stallholder’s
shouts and calls
Helen walked behind her mother
as told holding your hand
So I know where you are
Mrs Clarke had said
you sensed
Helen’s small hand
in yours
her seven year old skin
touching your
seven year old flesh
her thin fingers
encircling yours
We’ll see if they’ve got
a school skirt
for you here
her mother said
turning back her head
Helen nodded
and you noticed
Helen’s enlarged eyes
behind her thick lens
spectacles
searching her mother’s
large behind waddling on
stopping now and then
beside stalls
picking up clothes
searching for a skirt or dress
grey and the right size
Helen whispered to you
putting her head
close to yours
Rice pudding for tea
when we get home
with red jam
and sugar too
if you want
and she smiled
and you said shyly
That’s good
because I’m starving
she looked at your hand
in hers and said
Then we can play
mums and dads
and my dolls
can be our family
her mother stopped
and picked up a skirt
and held it up
to the light
then held it against
her daughter’s waist
judging for size
and you watched
her mother’s hands
red with washing
and cleaning
thinking and gauging
the size and cost
as you studying
Helen’s hand in yours
like a soul lost.
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 6:56 AM UTC
One day at the Woden special school in 1985 bad things were going to happen for 2 of the students in year 9, you see there was this relief teacher named Bernie Johnson was wanting to kidnap 2 year 9 students Julia Clarke and Brian allan but these students were good and they never got into trouble but Bernie was walking out to the playground when it was his turn to do playground duty and when he saw Brian talking to Julia he put his hand around their mouths and said I will get you and kidnap you and your families will be unhappy because I will have a ransom
For you 2 to be returned but brian said you won't get me and Julia because we are from year 9, meaning we are older but Bernie said yes, but I could give you and Julia a phoney detention where I tie you 2 together and get rid of all your pus and Julia Clarke and Brian allan became very scared as they said to each other we must
Be good in class, so they went into class and unknown to them they were late and Bernie gave Brian and Julia a green card to say see me after school but brian and Julia were very scared for their safety and tried to get out of it but Bernie said
If you don't turn up to detention
I will **** you both tomorrow in school and as the lesson went on brian and Julia were scared of what is going to happen to them when the bell rings and then the bell rang and brian and Julia ran out to get the bus but Bernie came out and grabbed brian and Julia and threw them in the boot of the car and said
Heh heh heh heh you children are coming with me and Brian and Julia were tied up in the car trying to scream and then he pulled over as you saw Greg Keenan who was a year 9 student from Deakin high
And Bernie grabbed him and tied him in the back with Brian and Julia and sang a song
Oh yeah this is the time
I have 3 year 9 kids tied up in the back
I want to ring their parents and make them pay a ransom
For the 3 year 9 kids tied up in the back
And when Bernie stopped he unloaded brian and Greg and Julia and locked them up in his chicken coop and then rang each of their parents and they
Weren't prepared to help so Bernie whipped the 3 year 9 kids till they had red lines across their back and Greg, brian and Julia were screaming HELP let us go and they said that 20-000 times and one man who was walking heard them and wanted to investigate
But Bernie said mind your own business I make my kids suffer when they are naughty and believe me, they are naughty
And the man left and after 6 hours of thinking he rang the police to check his house and
When they got there they searched high and low and then as they went outside they saw brian and Greg and Julia lying dead in the chicken coop and the police arrested Bernie and
Each family had a funeral for
Greg and Brian and Julia
May their next life be good
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 12:50 AM UTC
Sleepy Sounds-
cacophony of the
shared studio apartment
An island of misfit
toys
Some straight from
the factory with
missing parts
Some with
limbs lost over
time
All wandered/fled/abandoned
here
neglected/broken/discarded
Five sets of
eyes
finally closed to
imperfection/rejection/expectation
All found now
in this place
Whole
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 1:46 PM UTC
I attended the Poetry Live event at Leeds Town Hall on Wednesday 5th February (this week) and it was a spectacular event.
I witnessed readings from Carol Ann Duffy, Gillian Clarke, Simon Armitage, Jackie Kay, Imtiaz Dharker and John Agard. Each of these poets are a true inspiration for me and their work is absolutely amazing. My favourite reading was from John Agard, who is an incredible individual and great entertainer!
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC
I’m just a girl from LA.
I was swapped like a small puppy between owners, some that
treated me like a pet, some like just another possession..
No one thinks of beauty as a curse but it has haunted me all my life.
Beauty seems to be associated with the ****** and men and women
alike feel entitled to use you for their own satisfaction. That was a lesson I learned early. I also learned the advantages of agreeing.
I got married at 16 only to escape, I was used and abused. We divorced fortunately.
While working at the factory somebody took my picture and said I could make a living as a model. I let them take many photos over the years, many I was ashamed of. Again I was used for other people’s gains.,
The only person who ever accept me as me was Joe D. I actually loved him and he loved and respected me.
I made many movies, the “Misfits being my latest with Clarke, my hero.
People were drawn to me,
Presidents, senator’s, attorneys general.... not for me but for their personal use and gratification. They introduced me to drugs That make the day to day pain go away. I get no pleasure from what they demand of me, but the drugs make it bearable. He is coming tonight and I look forward to being detached from reality for a short time. I know I’ll be me again in the morning but the brief escape tonite is a blessing. More later...
We all know there was no later for Marylin. If she had lived and wrote a poem here’s what I think she would have wrote...
My life was an act, I never got to play myself.
I played the part out of necessity so often that I forgot who I was. A life of not being you is a life without the soul you were born with.
I search for me but am always obstructed by those saying who I should be. I yearn for the day that Marylin can be Norma Jean. I’d love to meet her, maybe tomorrow...
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 7:39 AM UTC
They say we free but are we really free or modern slaves in a plantation tied with invisible mental chains, prisoned to the golden fantasies of a spiritual dimension encoded in a book of light
Our ancestors are demonised in the name of
And our God given dark magic is victimized
As a spiritual sin to an invisible alien sky God
They enforced brutally on the true God's of Alkebulan
Are we really free when spiritually we are still conquered
Will the God who created us fight for us or against us
They took our land
They ***** our women
Took our wild stock
For themselves
And killed our men
Sailed some of the boys
To the new world
Through the altantic
Where some of them were served
As food to creatures of the ocean
Some drowning themselves
For freedom in the spiritual world
Our mother we're left
Widowed & pregnant
To innocent souls
Committed painful sinfully
Tell me are we free when we went trough such
Without reparations
The Jews got it for Hitler's genocide
And others they managed to rebuild
Tell me are we free
Are we free when the DRC is still being exploited
For her minerals & it's war all over
Are we free when the Arabs claim Egyptian history as theirs and opress the true dark pharoas
Are we free when Sudan is in the mist
Of a religious war
It Muslims v Christians
Brotherhood no longer matters
Libya is involved in slave trades
Nigeria is troubled by rebels
South Africa is involved in Afrophobia
Tell me Africa are we really free ?
In the Dispora you had Garvey
Malcom X
Dr Khalid
What did you do with them asks
Dr Clarke ?
They took out Nkrumah
Assassinated Lumumba
Victimized Mugabe
& Exiled Zimbabwe from the world
Destroying our bread & basket
Hunger became a ghost that haunting
The people of Zimbabwe & still does
They Killed Machel
& So died the future of a prosperous Mozambique
They silenced Gaddafi
& Libya became a war Zone
So died the dreams of a United Africa with him
lied about Idi Amin
Shaked Ethopia
Failed in Somalia
And institutionalized the most
Punishious & brutal regime
To the people of the South
Tell me Africa are we free when heavent really dealt with all this trauma
Tell me Africa are we free ?
Tell me are We free ?
Or are we still in *******
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 1:39 AM UTC
Paul McCartney, John Paul Jones, Pope Paul VI, Ru Paul and
Paula Jones... Beethoven and Presley, Euripides, Little Ricard, Oscar Wilde, Marie Currie and Martha Washington, The Rolling Stones,
Boy George, Helen of Troy and Clarke Gable, T. S. Elliot and
Eliot Gould, Melville, Shubert and Marilyn Monroe....
If all this humanity were but grains of sand
all who have came and all who will come
would neatly fit in a hundred gallon drum
a pittance of the vastness and dark realms
the stars that light, the bit we can see
of the unimagined depth of our the galaxies
a twig in the veld, a bubble in the burst
for we are but a dot in time and blink of rays
a mere spark that ignites the eternal blaze
organize, politicize, economize, engage and rage
we think, we plan, take turns at splendor
when stars fade and breath falters... we quietly surrender
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC
her voice danced on the Summer breeze
carried over the garden
and graced the stillness of the catfish pond
"Suppers' ready"
one more fish, I thought
just one more
but I could almost smell the beef stew
and the apple pie Mama had coolin'
fish can wait
sometimes the best part of fishin'
is gettin' hungry
and no one in Clarke County
cooked a finer meal than Mom
I closed my eyes as I walked toward the house
reminding myself to save room for pie and vanilla ice cream
Dad's gonna be proud of the 4 sizeable cats I caught
a strong breeze and the sound of window blinds slappin'
brought me home again
a storm was comin'
why is it that the best dreams are always interrupted?
sliding the window shut, I can still smell that apple pie
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
We can change history
miss Clarke, it is easy,
just re-write the lies
your historians wrote
about the early settlers
in New Zealand, which
if you had any respect
for, it would be called
Aotearoa, the official
Maori name. Tell the
world about your nations
attempt to eradicate
native Maori and what
is written at the base
of the Obelisk on One
Tree Hill by Sir John
Logan Campbell.
*Laura Clarke is the British high commissioner to New Zealand
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Campbell, like many European New Zealanders of his generation, had expected that Māori would gradually die out and that an impressive memorial would be a most fitting symbol to perpetuate their memory.[19] By the 1930s this had obviously not happened, and some considered the term "memorial" was inappropriate with many Māori objecting to its use. During construction of the obelisk, a suggestion was made that it should be described as a centennial tower to mark the centennial year of the signing of the Treaty of Waitangi and not a memorial.[19]
https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2020/jan/02/heres-why-the-uk-wants-to-strengthen-its-relationship-with-new-zealand-maori
Dom Felice Vaggioli The Italian priest who's book on New Zealand was banned by Queen Victoria.
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 3:05 AM UTC
it was just me and you
in my stars of blue
broken sorrows bought
semblance of colors
of golden form
stars glowing
lights blaring of things to come....
Caught the reflection
of many to come
putty in the lights
of golden blue stars
in the sea of gardens of blooms...
Bittersweet golden blue
flows around
the sweet hearts
of those that find
the moment of sweet surrender
in the golden blooms.....
Just thinking of you again
colors reflect the many reasons
time of dance and song
golden times that are pressed
for glorious union.....
Now blinded by golden stars
thinking of the beauty of times
that follows the diminishes of thoughts
the brilliance that once was
born to a woman as I....
Golden lights of many stars
i give to you my many thoughts
that forms the love i once knew
when I knew of him
one last time of long ago
In the golden fairy tale
of fairy gold blue dust I see
something special will come this way
one last time
In golden star lights of time.....
Just thinking of you....
Debbie Brooks..
Deep within the starlight glade,
A child of light sits on emerald green.
Under a great tree her majesty sits In shade,
Her name Is beauty a glory to be seen.
Eyes are closed In peaceful bliss,
Loves' dreams within her mind do wander.
What loving thoughts her mind does kiss,
Not one thought shall her mind squander.
There sits beauty wonder divine,
Awaiting the stars to come out at night.
In starlight glade lost In time,
Where beauty shall meet beauty what a sight.
Then In glory the stars came out to play,
Beaty does open her pools of Love.
Stars painted on dark velvet so far away,
Forever belonging In Heaven above.
You stand and start to walk the emerald green,
Stardust does fall onto glories hair.
Starlight falls upon your glory supreme,
You are the child of light an Angel fair.
Let me drown In pools of soft brown,
Smile become my living sun.
You open up a heart In whose Love I would drown,
It opens In Love for everyone.
Now In starlight glade you are no more alone,
In darkened glory before you I stand.
Tonight your heart shall be my home,
Come my blushing Rose do take my hand.
Now I hold Heavens' glory close to me,
I lose myself within your pools of Love.
The beauty and wonder of Love I see,
It Is time for our hearts to rise above.
Your lips In glory they now meet mine,
In starlight glade our Love shall shine.
We do drink from Loves' cup divine,
You are Loves' eternal valentine.
Dream your dreams as you always do,
May your every dream come true.
Lady of the light may you always view,
This world of ours as you wish to do.
Beauty always walk this world with pride,
Your beauty through the years It grows.
Never set your Love to hide,
My beloved you are the beauteous blushing Rose.
Michael Clarke
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
A little teddy bear and I love her
A little teddy bear and I love her lots
He is cuddly and cute
Like a little cute bird
Like something you never heard
And you are my cuddly bear
I will name you after my school crush
Julia Clarke as she was sent to border town
Because she hated school and Canberra
But when I look at my teddy bear
I think of her the pretty good looking girl
Because
She is a little teddy bear and I love her
A little teddy bear and I love her lots
I think of all the times she teased
Cause she was a bad girl
Bad girl bad girl nothing but a bad girl
She rode at the back of the bus with me
Oh yeah she is a little teddy bear
And I love her lots love her lots lots lots
Little teddy bear and I love her lots
Then played pool with me
We would’ve married
But she was a teddy bear that I love her
Little teddy bear and she loves me lots
Pretty girl teddy bear
And I love her lots
You see I was prepared to get teased with her
Cause I love her
You see if I saw her again I will live with her
Julia is a sweet beautiful teddy bear
And I am her cuddly bear
Cause she is a little teddy bear and I love her
Little teddy bear and I love her lots
Little bear ever so cute
Julia Clarke is a teddy bear I really love lots
Aug 9, 2024
Aug 9, 2024 at 8:08 AM UTC
atop the church's rusty spire
a magpie sits a warbling
as fluffy clouds above his head
drift toward Clarke's creek
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC