"trapt" poems
Mi fatha
Mi fatha wer a miner,
a big owd man wer ee,
wi an eart so bold it wer solid gold
en that wer plain te see,
al si thee yung un he wud sey
as off te pit eed trot,
mi mam ed never know if eed be
cumin bak or not.
**** denaby pit e wud gu
a dank en dusky hole,
twer not much gud fer a man like im
ee wer’nt a ****** mole!,
bak brekin werk wer hewin coyel
en freekinin dark en all,
en colliers werst neetmare
wer wen th roof ed fall,
trapt **** pits n’ha way tu dee
en that ah’m tellin thee,
tis gud advice tu stop up top
ah’l tell thee that fer free,
ah’l allus remember copper
e cem a knocking
mi mam she fear’d werst
wen ah’la sudden
a flooda tears did berst,
n’ha th pit ed got mi fatha
ee wer’nt cumin om at all
twer th coliers werst neetmare
th roof.. ed ad.. a fall.
Alan nettleton.
translation for non yorkie's
My father was a miner
a great big man was he,
with a heart so bold
it was solid gold
and that was plain to see,
I’ll see you young one he would say
as off to the pit he’d trot,
my mother never knew
if he was coming back or not,
down denaby pit he would go
a dank and dusky hole,
it wasn’t much good for a man like him
he wasn’t a ****** mole,
back breaking work was hewing coal
and frightening dark and all,
the colliers worst nightmare
was when the roof would fall,
trapped down the pit is no way to die
and that I’m telling thee,
it’s good advice to stop up top
I’ll tell you that for free,
I’ll always remember the policeman
came a knocking,
my mother she feared the worst ,
when all of a sudden
a flood of tears did burst,
now the pit had got my father
he wasn’t coming home at all,
it was the colliers worst nightmare
the roof it had .....a fall.
Alan nettleton
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 9:44 PM UTC
She sat bewilder and rejected by the world
her hair dreaded clothes torn and stained with time
remains torn
she gazed at me longing
seeking shelter from the storm
the rain poured upon her shoulders
a lost soldier among the scorn
I read into her character
as if the scene were a book
and I thought of all the jackals
who must've shook and took
she sat withered like a flower in the
midst of December
I could tell if left there she'd surely die from
the weather
I was this women and she was me
together we were locked
in mystery wondering
longing
An exchange of a smile
and she was on her knees
begging for a ride a conversation
some relief
my door ajar
welcoming
inviting her into a place of warmth and understanding
motherly I consoled
she was my sister daughter love
she was everyone I ever cared about
trapt in a cardboard box
with a shake of her hand I read her palm
her troubles and despair
I spared some change a ride and empathy
hoping it was enough for her
if I could only save her I'd change her
I'd change the world but for now
I'll fufill my mission
and allow her soul to fufill hers
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 12:49 PM UTC
There's wind blowing in my ears
You stay your steely gaze on me
I see the truth in your eyes
Oh, and I'm bleeding
You speak, and all I am is listening
A candied resonance endowed
Your words, they're living in the light,
But they're not casting a shadow
It's not pity, pain, not jealousy
There's not a wrinkle on your face
But I'm not close enough to see
Why you sit in empty space
Run down, run down
I'm run down, run down
I'm trapt just above the surface
Looking miles underground
Asunder, tiredly I sit and think
Why all we do is run and drink
Away
Plans and dreams and hopes aloft
While conscience suffers
As bombs go off
Run down, run down
I'm run down, run down
I'm trapt just above the surface
Looking miles underground
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 2:02 PM UTC
Summers approach a farwell kiss.
Bourban erased the reason and somehow im left with is nothing but this.
We danced the night gave no thought to the day.
Times washed us clean now all has but drifted away.
Trapt emotions a well went dry.
Magic in moments the time mispent.
A well placed thought is but a fermented lie.
You view in but seldom see the truth behind this stage.
Paths crossed now directions needed.
A vintage year and a tender age.
It's burn a thirst to quench ive now lost track.
Ive drown for to long ive no reason to ever look back.
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 12:04 PM UTC
Deep, Dark, Swirling, Twirling environments,
Endless Palaces containing dreams and yearning.
Such Earthy orbs alive and rosy flush
with Petals abounding ever so lush.
Intriguing whirlpools - spin Thoughts, Emotions,
Exude intelligence from inner fire,
Radiant, Joyous, or instilled with ire,
Encompassing more than the world's oceans.
Precisely, The Image of Perfection,
Created as if of Angel fashion.
On the surface, Sparkling, Shining, Dreaming,
In the depths, Loving, Hating, Desiring.
Born and formed of these Eternal Gardens,
All trapt within your breath-taking Lenses.
Jun 28, 2010
Jun 28, 2010 at 9:56 PM UTC
I'm a sinner and a saint
I'm a struggling man
Do right when right is wrong
I live only to die again
King of nothing
King of no one
King of no mans land
Fighting wars that never end
Living lives no one will contend
"Struggle" a noose around my neck
Always tight- never fatal
This was always my life, straight from the cradle
Flesh with a soul
Soul without a mind
Existence trapt between space and time
The doors open, here I go.
Another day with the wicked, Lonely, and cold.
Every sinner, every saint.
Every "he", every "they"
I am the one they point their finger to
I am The hungry
The unwanted by you
The addict enslaved
The drunk on the street
The past out -
Week after week
Who am I- I have no name
My name is nameless
My life is lifeless
My love never was
My heart has stopped
Met its end
I am now, the dead.
-
The Rotting,
The unwanted
The was
And
As in life, so in death.
I am The subject --
of everyone's ignore
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC
If I told you my secret, would you feel the same?
Would we share the same intimacy?
Is it really a secret when It's begging to be told.
Secrets feel like some type of forbidden mystery.
Trapt away never to be told.
Only those who witnessed it know.
But you witnessed it and still do not.
It won't be my secret forever
It'll soon be yours too.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC
I will not unlock the door
to stand and face
the demon you’ve become
allowing you
to take over my mind
whenever you please
I will not unlock the door
and allow myself to be humiliated
becoming your target once again
Your screams can be blocked
The endless banging on the door
holds no purpose to me
Stand there all you want
You will never possess me
I will not unlock the door.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 8:08 AM UTC
*Can you see me trapt
Inside my poison filled cage of
A thing called my mind?*
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
Finally, I have found Where the Sidewalk Ends!
Well, less "Where" more "What" and "When".
The sidewalk is our timeline and each fixed point is an end!
Around our aura parts the currents of space and chaotic life.
Where we've both been trapt in its waters and we gained our years of fight.
Battling towards each individual branch, we see emanates of sounds and lights!
With laughs, cries, and hues galore we parade our guiding lanterns high!
For in the distance is curdled screams of wedding bells and flashing purple skies.
All this time bobbing in the waters, but it taken so long see
At each Sidewalks End, the darkness recedes and reveals pieces of you and me.
Where a lantern collects a moment in time, each dew drop holds our melody
Each star holds pieces of a fragile heart, and every End is only The Beginning.
Aug 17, 2021
Aug 17, 2021 at 11:10 AM UTC
To all the world
All my friends
As I close in
Near the end
A tight rope stretched
Forced to strain
And deep inside
A lake of pain
I drowned the sorrows
Trapt inside
Now all there is left to say
Is.. I'm sorry and goodbye.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC
Two paths painted like art on a silk screen canvas
Caress' the ground directly in front of me
Voices debating which direction is right for me
Stuck there frozen in time
cold tired and worn
I know which path I want to lead but selfwill gets in the way of me
Who the hell put me in charge of me
My soul yearns for peace and success
yet my mind is stuck in its egotistical greed
while my hearts on the sidelines contemplating the meaning of life and wether its worth it struggling to succeed or if it's worthless should I just stick to greed
Life's about the journey but I'm not moving
Looking at the fork in the road feet glued in between the two paths
Trapt in self pity n doubt
I decided to spend my life considering which road to take
And so I died not knowing where either would lead
My soul evaporated as my body just decomposed but out of my ashes sproted a thorned rose reminding others just to walk right through whichever path will do because if you have you then you'll make it through but don t give up before you have the chance to loose...
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 7:21 AM UTC
Do you ever feel like you're stuck
or trapt and alone
like everything is falling apart
and theres nothing you can do
well find a way to laugh
cause I'm right there with you
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 10:49 PM UTC
A paper crown
And a heart made of glass
A tattered gown
And her kingdom of ash
She walks alone
She can never look back
The story of a queen
Whose castle has fallen to the sea
She'll make it out
But she's never the same
She's lookin' down
At the scars that remain
But you hold your ground
Though your kingdoms in flames
She's looking out
From the war that's inside
She's screaming out
'Cause no one survived
But when you're all alone
You wait and you hide
When all she needs, and all she wants
When all she finds
When all she is, and ever was
Is compromised
'Cause there's no one to love you
When you build your walls too high
And there's no one to love you
When you trapt yourself inside
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 10:53 PM UTC