"noughties" poems
This is for those sky high low and ***** media grads of the fate-late noughties,
grasping,
pathetically,
as dreams slip like their youth of yesteryear.
Unpaid, over-laid, saturated with the cum-comedy of their university days.
Then comes the choke and cloak of the next interview,
interview,
interview,
the view into the next room is so beautiful and dazzling after that last ****
so beautiful and dazzling after the next ****
so beautiful and dazzling, please, I swear I'll just have one more ****
Ceremonial drug use,
a testimonial abuse of government aid,
paid to those by the Hair Blair bunch of chumps who screamed the promise of higher education for the lot,
a degree for every adult,
an unpaid job for every graduate.
The clouded confidence stutter of the high as a helicopter, once potential author,
lost in the part-time smog of inner city university town down-and-outers.
Left adrift with no financial spine,
left to pine the disillusionment they now know they felt way before they knew what they've come to do,
and be,
and exist as forever.
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 8:03 AM UTC
I, this child
of the late 50's
never thought
he would make it
all the way to this
the Noughties.
Time dresses in the days
of 2015.
These days are not
flattering.
My body
handcuffed to time
struggles into July to be
confronted with
yet another
** hum...birthday.
I'm Time's hostage.
Time's foot!
Time looks at my body.
It's not exactly. . .
wearing very well now
...is it?
And yes it's true
my body is
distressed, frayed
and worn at the edges.
"You must meet my old friend Death..."
Time smiles.
"But, not yet...not yet!
Time smirks.
The handcuffs bite into my flesh.
The red welts break...bleed.
A little touch of
Stolkholm Syndrome.
Me thinks!
Even though I still seek
to escape.
"Ok...Ok!" I say
"Let's go greet...the 15th!"
"Happy Birthday!"
my friends yell.
"Go to Hell!" I mumble
underneath my breath.
"Ahhh...yes...eh...thanks!"
I lie.
Blow my candles out one by
...one. . !
I sing Tom Waits
to my self.
The icing melts
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC
The reality is hitting home,
music is changing
all the time.
Music is being recorded and purchased
through the miracle of the wide web.
This is not a new phenomenon
you can learn and listen to
something new every day.
On one hand you
can make some great
beats even recording
on your mobile phone.
You can buy any instrument
you want to purchase through websites
pay any time and any where
you like
It will be posted
to your home.
No hassel,
no queues;
the small price and shame
is when you hear wonderful music places
are never the same!
In the early noughties
music shop's was the place to be
hook up for a day
sample and play
vinyl and records,
listen to new beats
play and buy an new instrument,
word of mouth about
new bands,
connect for hours with other music fans
about what you enjoy
and what you like to hear play
on the airwaves.
It's different nowadays
we can promote
at the comfort of home,
connect through laptop
and phone screen.
Create band page's,
blogs, post online
reviews. Share video's
to broadcast the sounds,
and ideas to upcoming stages.
Hell yeah music will always be here,
there is no fear,
when there is local gigs, music clubs
and open mics, playing the music
all year taking you to new thrills,
higher heights,
keep that magic alive,
support your local music scene.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC