"speke" poems
Me like a likkle of what ya got
'Cause I a zero not got a lot
I talks to me pastor
im a serious Judah rasta.
But me lives alone in this zone
I got to find I a way back home.
Me know me got life a wee bit wrong
And me never listen to da Masters song.
But now I got I a brand new deal
Me praise Jah 'cause im is real.
I gwan to church and say me tings
Jah he answer......me telephone rings.
Hello who im dat? and im say it is I de righteous cat
Den I fall down and me tears dey come
But im say rise up man you is my son.
Den me knows dat dis is da time
Me knows me faith is bang on da line.
Jah Jah im see me right
Yea even thru de dark of de night
Im me saviour me know dat now
Im smooth da lines off from my brow.
Jah Jah rule.
Jah is cool.
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
Me like a likkle of what ya got
'Cause I a zero not got a lot
I talks to me pastor
'im a serious Judah rasta.
But me lives alone in this zone
I got to find I a way back home.
Me know me got life a wee bit wrong
And me never listen to da Masters song.
But now I got I a brand new deal
Me praise Jah 'cause 'im is real.
I gwan to church and say me tings
Jah he answer......me telephone rings.
Hello who' im dat? and 'im say it is I de righteous cat
Den I fall down and me tears dey come
But 'im say rise up man you is my son.
Den me knows dat dis is da time
Me knows me faith is bang on da line.
Jah Jah 'im see me right
Yea even thru de dark of de night
'im me saviour me know dat now
'im smooth da lines off from my brow.
Jah Jah rule.
Jah is cool.
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 3:00 PM UTC
As he lay,
his mind away,
stars colide
as she smiled
porcelin skin
unbroken sin
tear drops, whats this
tear drops
from the wolf
another silence broken
another stillness corrupt
note too self...
its cold in speke
Jul 14, 2011
Jul 14, 2011 at 4:08 PM UTC
Escape
a roundel by Geoffrey Chaucer
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Since I’m escaped from Love and yet still fat,
I never plan to be in his prison lean;
Since I am free, I count it not a bean.
He may question me and counter this and that;
I care not: I will answer just as I mean.
Since I’m escaped from Love and yet still fat,
I never plan to be in his prison lean.
Love strikes me from his roster, short and flat,
And he is struck from my books, just as clean,
Forevermore; there is no other mean.
Since I’m escaped from Love and yet still fat,
I never plan to be in his prison lean;
Since I am free, I count it not a bean.
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Original text:
Sin I fro love escaped am so fat,
I never thenk to ben in his prison lene;
Sin I am fre, I counte him not a bene.
He may answere, and seye this or that;
I do no fors, I speke right as I mene.
Sin I fro love escaped am so fat,
I never thenk to ben in his prison lene.
Love hath my name y-strike out of his sclat,
And he is strike out of my bokes clene
For ever-mo; [ther] is non other mene.
Sin I fro love escaped am so fat,
I never thenk to ben in his prison lene;
Sin I am fre, I counte him not a bene.
Explicit.
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 5:08 AM UTC
Hey Bernardo
climb out the window
let's go out on the razz
I'm sick of being a good chap
we
should go and smoke up
some jazz,
pick up a 'judy'
pretend we're in Speke
let's be two of the sailors
in port
for a week.
I've smashed through the airlock
escaped from the ward
bored through the ceiling
and
woke up feeling *****
Snow White's not impressed
( old jokes are sometimes my best)
but wouldn't it be nice to go
out and get iced
and by that I mean here
to
drown in cold beer
hey Bernardo
are you still awake?
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 1:56 AM UTC