So Noah did relay,
The stories' given,
Each head, of each family given,
Within that particular, misleading community,
Did in-turn, rebuke Noah's,
Message sent,
Teaching their children,
Not to repent.
Noah saw,
From his pure sight given,
That the numbers' of the disbelievers',
Stopped in their tracks'
Reaching a peak,
The disbelievers',
Continued to turn back.
He was so sad for his people,
But being strong in his faith,
He continued without God's fallen disgrace.
Then there came unto Noah,
From Allah sent,
A God given message,
That the people from the disbelieving side,
Would not leave their forefathers' pride.
Being pure, and sound of heart,
Noah knew, that if the bad people did not depart from the Earth soon,
That the good and the bad, would suffer ill doom,
So the like of the punishment was sent,
At the request of God's Inspiration sent,
Noah was inspired by God,
Not to grieve for such a people,
For evil was their ways' and nothing would change their display.
Noah feared God's refute,
And didn't wish to feel God's rebuke,
So he did pray,
For God to wipe the sinful, away.
He did pray,
" My God, leave not one of them,
Upon the Earth,
For My God,
If you should leave them upon the Earth,
They will all mislead your slaves',
Upon many given, other days'.
And they will produce no children,
But that of the children, that believe only,
In wordily days'.
Allah did except Noah's prayer, and the case was closed,
And he did pass his judgement,
Causing flood-ment,
Upon the disbelieving folk,
At God's good stroke.
God did pre- warn his believing folk,
By casting the Prophet Noah,
A sent note,
Of a message clear,
To build an ark,
To save all the believing folk.
So with God's Good stroke,
Noah started to construct his Ark,
Not that of an easy task.
For the disbelieving folk,
Did note it down,
For sure,
For they all stood beside Satan,
At the foot of hell's door,
They began to betake a path of ridicule,
For Noah was seen,
As nothing but a mere radical,
Among the disbelieving folk.
To be continued.
Wednesday, 30 December 2009
Tuesday, 22 December 2009
Noah : Part ~ 5
When the Angel Gabriel was sent,
From heaven with the clear message of repent,
A description of Noah's word's were foretold,
To the prophet Mohamed, who betook a new book,
From the gift of God's holy shroud,
He did shiver, scared and un - proud.
The book took many years' to be delivered,
With the stories' of all God's Holy Glories',
All the prophetic stories' relayed upon the Prophet Mohamed's
Unlettered mind,
For that was his miracle given,
He was completely forgiven,
His memory sound, of wahy found.
And what is wahy ?, you may say,
It is the prophet way,
Of sound memory display.
So Noah was sent to relay the repent,
Of the bad people,
That lost God's good way,
Of that particular day.
And almighty Allah, does say,
And verily we sent Noah to his people,
For he was sent,
And God did tell him what to say,
To his people of that day.
" Warn your people,
Before unto them,
A painful torment, from heaven will be sent ".
With this clear message from God,
Noah was not scared to repeat,
To complete God's request,
Upon Noah's holy chest.
He did state,
" Oh my people !
Verily, I am a plain warner unto you,
That you should worship God alone,
Be dutiful to him and obey,
Me as your messenger sent,
So that you can repent.
And God will forgive you of your crimes' committed.
You should not delay,
For only God does know, when your term,
Upon this Earth, will come to an end,
And when it is your turn,
There will be no turning back,
For your book will be given to you back.
If you but knew.
Noah did state,
I have called my people night and day,
To relay the message without delay,
But all my calling, added nothing but shere flight,
From the truth you sent me with,
They puffed up their pride,
And increased their refusal.
Every time I called unto them,
That they might come,
Towards' you,
For your forgiveness,
Their unholy ways' persisted.
" If you do, but ask,
For forgiveness,
He will send to you, rain of abundance,
And give you wealth and children,
And bestow on you gardens' and rivers',
What is the matter with you,
That you fear not almighty Allah,
Do you not hope for his reward.
For he is the one true creator of all of you,
Creating you in different stages'.
Do you refuse to see,
Seven heavens',
One above the other,
And he created for you, the moon,
A light upon the Earth,
When darkness falls'.
------------------------------------------------------------------
And lights' the Earth,
With the sun as a huge lamp,
That nourishes all God's living creation,
And do you not see,
That you was created from nothing more then mere dust,
For what does the male liquid form,
When it is left to dry,
Nothing but mere flakes' of dust,
That when touched, does fly,
Into the air that God has given,
Mere flakes', is my rendition.
And for those of you,
That will claim,
A murderous game, towards',
The virgin Maryam, still,
Will have miss-interpreted the verses' given,
For God did send his best Angel,
Gabriel, to pronounce the news',
Of a son that will be delivered without,
The intercession of any man.
The Virgin Maryam will stand,
In these verses' given, to make clear the rendition.
----------------------------------------------
( And who of you would wish to have their
sin's exposed, here upon the Earth for,
For everyone to know. It is but your story
Hidden from out of sight.
So, I thank you all
For my story told, upon the stage, for God
Knows' all of your unseen ways'. What you
Do openly or what is hidden, nothing will be
Left out, not unless you repent, then God
Will cover your tracks', no matter how bad
Your sins' that you committed, God is the
One who is the true forgiver of all,
And he is my first, beloved, the creator of
us all, Almighty Allah ).
To be continued......
From heaven with the clear message of repent,
A description of Noah's word's were foretold,
To the prophet Mohamed, who betook a new book,
From the gift of God's holy shroud,
He did shiver, scared and un - proud.
The book took many years' to be delivered,
With the stories' of all God's Holy Glories',
All the prophetic stories' relayed upon the Prophet Mohamed's
Unlettered mind,
For that was his miracle given,
He was completely forgiven,
His memory sound, of wahy found.
And what is wahy ?, you may say,
It is the prophet way,
Of sound memory display.
So Noah was sent to relay the repent,
Of the bad people,
That lost God's good way,
Of that particular day.
And almighty Allah, does say,
And verily we sent Noah to his people,
For he was sent,
And God did tell him what to say,
To his people of that day.
" Warn your people,
Before unto them,
A painful torment, from heaven will be sent ".
With this clear message from God,
Noah was not scared to repeat,
To complete God's request,
Upon Noah's holy chest.
He did state,
" Oh my people !
Verily, I am a plain warner unto you,
That you should worship God alone,
Be dutiful to him and obey,
Me as your messenger sent,
So that you can repent.
And God will forgive you of your crimes' committed.
You should not delay,
For only God does know, when your term,
Upon this Earth, will come to an end,
And when it is your turn,
There will be no turning back,
For your book will be given to you back.
If you but knew.
Noah did state,
I have called my people night and day,
To relay the message without delay,
But all my calling, added nothing but shere flight,
From the truth you sent me with,
They puffed up their pride,
And increased their refusal.
Every time I called unto them,
That they might come,
Towards' you,
For your forgiveness,
Their unholy ways' persisted.
" If you do, but ask,
For forgiveness,
He will send to you, rain of abundance,
And give you wealth and children,
And bestow on you gardens' and rivers',
What is the matter with you,
That you fear not almighty Allah,
Do you not hope for his reward.
For he is the one true creator of all of you,
Creating you in different stages'.
Do you refuse to see,
Seven heavens',
One above the other,
And he created for you, the moon,
A light upon the Earth,
When darkness falls'.
------------------------------------------------------------------
And lights' the Earth,
With the sun as a huge lamp,
That nourishes all God's living creation,
And do you not see,
That you was created from nothing more then mere dust,
For what does the male liquid form,
When it is left to dry,
Nothing but mere flakes' of dust,
That when touched, does fly,
Into the air that God has given,
Mere flakes', is my rendition.
And for those of you,
That will claim,
A murderous game, towards',
The virgin Maryam, still,
Will have miss-interpreted the verses' given,
For God did send his best Angel,
Gabriel, to pronounce the news',
Of a son that will be delivered without,
The intercession of any man.
The Virgin Maryam will stand,
In these verses' given, to make clear the rendition.
----------------------------------------------
( And who of you would wish to have their
sin's exposed, here upon the Earth for,
For everyone to know. It is but your story
Hidden from out of sight.
So, I thank you all
For my story told, upon the stage, for God
Knows' all of your unseen ways'. What you
Do openly or what is hidden, nothing will be
Left out, not unless you repent, then God
Will cover your tracks', no matter how bad
Your sins' that you committed, God is the
One who is the true forgiver of all,
And he is my first, beloved, the creator of
us all, Almighty Allah ).
To be continued......
Saturday, 19 December 2009
Noah : Part ~ 4
The plague of insinuation, didn't stop there,
This rich people, of double standards',
Just wouldn't scare.
Noah soothed his peoples' condition,
With his words' of mercy, and clear rendition,
He touched their hearts', with a pure-cure; for any of their sinditions'.
The rich looked upon him, with cold and disgust,
And began their war upon him, with mistrust,
Against Noah and the poor misguided folk.
For if the rich people saw a prophets' stroke,
The poor people, believing and leaving the world behind,
The rich would loose sight, of their worldly treasures',
The work from the poor mans' hand,
To the rich mans'; money stand.
The chiefs' of the disbelieving folk, said that Noah was a mere man,
Likewise; unto themselves'.
The twist here is, that he never did claim,
Like; unlike themselves', the world of fame.
After they made this statement clear,
Noah did clear up, their mix messages', of hate crime,
And insisted that,
If God wished to have sent an Angel back,
Then the Angels' would have walked the earth,
Instead of the creation of the humans' upon the worldly stage,
For God wouldn't have made that huge mistake.
God would send for his creation, a messenger from his good folk,
God here, knows' what language the people understand best,
Truth and wisdom, will put their hearts' to rest.
The rich people began to claim; that the poor were insane,
For they themselves were unable to think,
And deliberate,
That Noah was a liar,
A person in error.
They taunted him, over and over again,
Thinking that he was not from God's good pen.
They persecuted him, more and more,
But he stood by,
The very core, of God's good call, the one call for all.
Regardless of what the bad people sent,
He never ever did relent,
In relaying God's message,
For he did state,
There is no error in me,
But I am a messenger,
From the lord, to God's folk,
Mankind and the jinn. ( They are from the creation,
of the unseen ).
Noah never did stop,
Hour after hour,
Day after day,
Year after year.
He tried his best, to discipline his people,
Before God's good request.
He would call them to the word of God,
Be it, in open or secretly,
For he was sent upon God's request.
To call all the people to repent,
And worship God alone,
For he was a clear messenger sent.
Noah never tired, of showing the people,
God's examples' of the formation,
Of God's good creation.
But whenever he called unto the people,
They ran away,
From their religious, preconditions',
They pursued, and ran fast, towards'
The fruits' of the world, that would neither change their preconditions',
But would cause them to be cast into hell.
They would thrust their fingers' into their ears' in ignorance,
Choosing to follow their own blind ways',
Ignorance was the word of their days'.
When the final prophet of the world came,
Qu'ranic verses, were revealed the same,
Relating what was said, at the time of Noah.
From God's best Angel , the Angel Gabriel,
To the final messenger that would be sent,
All God's words' of repent.
Then Jesus would come upon the Earth to reiterate,
The last book,
The Qu'ran for all,
Upon God's final call.
To be continued....
This rich people, of double standards',
Just wouldn't scare.
Noah soothed his peoples' condition,
With his words' of mercy, and clear rendition,
He touched their hearts', with a pure-cure; for any of their sinditions'.
The rich looked upon him, with cold and disgust,
And began their war upon him, with mistrust,
Against Noah and the poor misguided folk.
For if the rich people saw a prophets' stroke,
The poor people, believing and leaving the world behind,
The rich would loose sight, of their worldly treasures',
The work from the poor mans' hand,
To the rich mans'; money stand.
The chiefs' of the disbelieving folk, said that Noah was a mere man,
Likewise; unto themselves'.
The twist here is, that he never did claim,
Like; unlike themselves', the world of fame.
After they made this statement clear,
Noah did clear up, their mix messages', of hate crime,
And insisted that,
If God wished to have sent an Angel back,
Then the Angels' would have walked the earth,
Instead of the creation of the humans' upon the worldly stage,
For God wouldn't have made that huge mistake.
God would send for his creation, a messenger from his good folk,
God here, knows' what language the people understand best,
Truth and wisdom, will put their hearts' to rest.
The rich people began to claim; that the poor were insane,
For they themselves were unable to think,
And deliberate,
That Noah was a liar,
A person in error.
They taunted him, over and over again,
Thinking that he was not from God's good pen.
They persecuted him, more and more,
But he stood by,
The very core, of God's good call, the one call for all.
Regardless of what the bad people sent,
He never ever did relent,
In relaying God's message,
For he did state,
There is no error in me,
But I am a messenger,
From the lord, to God's folk,
Mankind and the jinn. ( They are from the creation,
of the unseen ).
Noah never did stop,
Hour after hour,
Day after day,
Year after year.
He tried his best, to discipline his people,
Before God's good request.
He would call them to the word of God,
Be it, in open or secretly,
For he was sent upon God's request.
To call all the people to repent,
And worship God alone,
For he was a clear messenger sent.
Noah never tired, of showing the people,
God's examples' of the formation,
Of God's good creation.
But whenever he called unto the people,
They ran away,
From their religious, preconditions',
They pursued, and ran fast, towards'
The fruits' of the world, that would neither change their preconditions',
But would cause them to be cast into hell.
They would thrust their fingers' into their ears' in ignorance,
Choosing to follow their own blind ways',
Ignorance was the word of their days'.
When the final prophet of the world came,
Qu'ranic verses, were revealed the same,
Relating what was said, at the time of Noah.
From God's best Angel , the Angel Gabriel,
To the final messenger that would be sent,
All God's words' of repent.
Then Jesus would come upon the Earth to reiterate,
The last book,
The Qu'ran for all,
Upon God's final call.
To be continued....
Tuesday, 15 December 2009
Noah : Part ~ 3
Noah was not fazed,
By the people who rejected God's right ways'.
The rulers' of the hypocrites',
Began their requests',
You can guess what for ?,
A sign and miracles', of how God does cure.
Ridicule overtook them; and pride would not shake them.
To wake up, to God's call,
The correct way for all.
Oh Noah, they did say,
You have disputed with us; for many days',
And how long have you disputed with us,
Now bring about the calamities' that you threaten us with,
Because we will always' resist, until we see a sign for sure,
That God will open heavens' door.
If you are truthful in your approach.
God will paint his miracle stroke.
He replied.
Only God will bring unto you,
If he wills', and then there will be no escape.
And any advice that has been given,
That you have rejected; will leave you stricken.
Even though I have given you, the message sent,
If he wishes not for you to repent,
Upon the punishment you will be sent,
For he is your lord,
And unto him you shell return,
Either your destiny, upon,
Heaven or hell, because you wished to follow Satan's bell.
Noah spent many years' in this unrelenting condition,
Where the disbelievers' rejected his mission,
To call people to, God and a good condition.
The unrelenting of the bad peoples' mission,
Was because Noah was not stricken from the call ,
To call the people to one God for all.
He made his people aware that the devil's snare had deceived them,
For long enough; upon God's holy musk, (perfume ).
And that God had sent him to insure that the people,
Would be informed of God for sure.
He spoke to them often, about God's glorification,
Of man.
He informed unto the people; that he was sent,
That God gave man, the sustenance of the blessing's, of the mind,
To reason that Idol - worship; was their crime.
He warned them, again and a again,
If they persisted in their evil ways',
God would send them a punishment,
To expel them from the path of crime,
Because their mind's were filled with blasphemous' crimes'.
The people listened to him in silence,
As his words',
Awoken their sleeping minds',
That the rich people filled them with,
Religious, adulterous crimes'.
( So, can you see the same display of the day,
Where God has sent a murderous display,
Because of the religious idolatry act,
God has given his people a clear smack,
Wake up before he sends' the extreme punishment back).
By the people who rejected God's right ways'.
The rulers' of the hypocrites',
Began their requests',
You can guess what for ?,
A sign and miracles', of how God does cure.
Ridicule overtook them; and pride would not shake them.
To wake up, to God's call,
The correct way for all.
Oh Noah, they did say,
You have disputed with us; for many days',
And how long have you disputed with us,
Now bring about the calamities' that you threaten us with,
Because we will always' resist, until we see a sign for sure,
That God will open heavens' door.
If you are truthful in your approach.
God will paint his miracle stroke.
He replied.
Only God will bring unto you,
If he wills', and then there will be no escape.
And any advice that has been given,
That you have rejected; will leave you stricken.
Even though I have given you, the message sent,
If he wishes not for you to repent,
Upon the punishment you will be sent,
For he is your lord,
And unto him you shell return,
Either your destiny, upon,
Heaven or hell, because you wished to follow Satan's bell.
Noah spent many years' in this unrelenting condition,
Where the disbelievers' rejected his mission,
To call people to, God and a good condition.
The unrelenting of the bad peoples' mission,
Was because Noah was not stricken from the call ,
To call the people to one God for all.
He made his people aware that the devil's snare had deceived them,
For long enough; upon God's holy musk, (perfume ).
And that God had sent him to insure that the people,
Would be informed of God for sure.
He spoke to them often, about God's glorification,
Of man.
He informed unto the people; that he was sent,
That God gave man, the sustenance of the blessing's, of the mind,
To reason that Idol - worship; was their crime.
He warned them, again and a again,
If they persisted in their evil ways',
God would send them a punishment,
To expel them from the path of crime,
Because their mind's were filled with blasphemous' crimes'.
The people listened to him in silence,
As his words',
Awoken their sleeping minds',
That the rich people filled them with,
Religious, adulterous crimes'.
( So, can you see the same display of the day,
Where God has sent a murderous display,
Because of the religious idolatry act,
God has given his people a clear smack,
Wake up before he sends' the extreme punishment back).
Noah : Part ~ 2
So, they carried on, and persisted,
Though Noah did resist.
The disbelievers' intensified,
Trying to break Noah's ties',
They tried to bargain with him to resist,
They wished for him to become rich,
In return; they would follow his request,
Mushreek, ( double the rich, tried to play ), of that day.
They did say,
Oh Noah, don't you see,
We can not be both,
The rich are the strong,
And the poor are the weak,
They are truly meek.
Noah listened to them,
Who did play double.
And related unto them,
Panic not, for I haven't forgot,
That these poor people,
Are Allah's guests'; upon his request,
For God's call.
Noah, humble in his approach,
Reminded his people, of God's sent hope,
I ask for no wage,
For my reward is for Allah, upon this well written page,
Relating God's words'; for only the price of the hereafter,
What is the hereafter ?, you might say,
The day I enter heaven's way.
I will not drive away the poor,
Who do believe in God's sent door. ( Metaphorically )
For surely they will meet God,
I will not follow those who are well known for their arrogance,
Or ignorance, galore,
For who will help me, when I stand before God's open door,
At his request,
He will judge me, if I leave,
I can not come with you, just to please,
Please, please what?, you might say.
The people who forgot, God's way.
Sorry, I will not let the people down,
And make my Good- Lord; Allah frown.
Will you not then think,
For you have been given all the treasure of this worldly earth,
And what do I say unto you, when you offer it unto me,
Go away please,
For I am free from all wordily wants'.
Then what will you claim,
In your worldly game.
Then Noah went on to say,
To make the people aware, that he was not a blasphemy scare.
I do not claim that I have the treasures' of Allah's hand,
Nor do I declare, that I know, what is not seen,
Nor am I an, angel sent unto you,
For what I say, is merely God's truth.
To be continued...
-----------------------------------------
( And now I do say, that God is the true creator of the day,
And the Qu'ran is the final book, that you should study,
This is merely help for those who seek,
For God's work, is welcome for both, the rich and the poor, and Allah is the host, to welcome the people and the jinn, after they repent from their wrong sins'. )
Though Noah did resist.
The disbelievers' intensified,
Trying to break Noah's ties',
They tried to bargain with him to resist,
They wished for him to become rich,
In return; they would follow his request,
Mushreek, ( double the rich, tried to play ), of that day.
They did say,
Oh Noah, don't you see,
We can not be both,
The rich are the strong,
And the poor are the weak,
They are truly meek.
Noah listened to them,
Who did play double.
And related unto them,
Panic not, for I haven't forgot,
That these poor people,
Are Allah's guests'; upon his request,
For God's call.
Noah, humble in his approach,
Reminded his people, of God's sent hope,
I ask for no wage,
For my reward is for Allah, upon this well written page,
Relating God's words'; for only the price of the hereafter,
What is the hereafter ?, you might say,
The day I enter heaven's way.
I will not drive away the poor,
Who do believe in God's sent door. ( Metaphorically )
For surely they will meet God,
I will not follow those who are well known for their arrogance,
Or ignorance, galore,
For who will help me, when I stand before God's open door,
At his request,
He will judge me, if I leave,
I can not come with you, just to please,
Please, please what?, you might say.
The people who forgot, God's way.
Sorry, I will not let the people down,
And make my Good- Lord; Allah frown.
Will you not then think,
For you have been given all the treasure of this worldly earth,
And what do I say unto you, when you offer it unto me,
Go away please,
For I am free from all wordily wants'.
Then what will you claim,
In your worldly game.
Then Noah went on to say,
To make the people aware, that he was not a blasphemy scare.
I do not claim that I have the treasures' of Allah's hand,
Nor do I declare, that I know, what is not seen,
Nor am I an, angel sent unto you,
For what I say, is merely God's truth.
To be continued...
-----------------------------------------
( And now I do say, that God is the true creator of the day,
And the Qu'ran is the final book, that you should study,
This is merely help for those who seek,
For God's work, is welcome for both, the rich and the poor, and Allah is the host, to welcome the people and the jinn, after they repent from their wrong sins'. )
Monday, 14 December 2009
The Story Of Noah
He was Noah, and everybody knows ', he was from the good linage of Adam's, God fairing, folk . The line is strong, starting with, Ibn Lamik and ending at the identification of, Adam the dad.
For many generations', the people left the true path,
Upon a different inclination,
They started to worship from incarnation.
They believed that the gods' would bring them good luck,
And protection, through,
Misleading their children, too.
They started to name their statues', after all the good people,
Much like the church, where St Micheal, and Mary, Jesus too, and all the good people that the Irish came to know, isn't it so, much the same. Idolaters'- propagating, God's good name.
( No offence intended ).
And after the death, of these good people,
Noah's people propagated the same, derogatory towards, God's name.
After many years', of grandfathers' deaths', people and their children forgot,
Why these statues', lived in these places',
And all they would do, was worship the same as their forefathers'; too.
And this was the first form of idol -worship too.
And since they lost their religion, from the people of Adam's folk,
Noah's people had an evil stroke.
Isn't it so, can you not see,
The same evil inclination, spreading among the many different nations'.
Worshiping anything other then the one god,
Will result in the final death of the religious soul,
Can you not see, the destruction of your houses' of prayer,
Where the devil's statues'; have built you, the bullies' snare.
For take a look around you,
What do you see?,
All the religions', that practice, the one that is equal to three,
Where the holy father, is also the son,
Blasphemy and incarnation, incest,
What a religious crime,
No wonder God's curse befell your places',
You call unto the name of the statues', and forget,
The one ,
The true,
The Creator of, all of you.
Now getting back to the people of Noah,
Noah was one, of the few, that remained true,
Unto Good's god name,
All the same.
Noah was sent as a mercy, to unfold to his people,
The call to the truth.
Explanations' of life, did he explain,
He pointed out how the night rotated into the day,
And how the day rotated into the night,
And how it is all part of God's good plain.
( Now I am going to explain to you,
The Earth and the Sun,
And the beautiful moon,
And how the darkness of the land,
Has a balance between here, and the green land,
And how the daytime befalls the desert sands',
The time space having an equal span,
Don't you see?, God's good plain. )
The people listened to Noah in silence,
As he declared the truth,
They became angry too,
Is this you ?.
Can you relate to this script ?,
If you can , then you too, do resist,
The request of God's call,
To one religion, for all.
Noah's people; became two,
Divided into groups', through and through.
His words' touched the hearts' of the weakened people in the land,
That suffered at the rich peoples', cursed hand.
They looked down upon the poor,
They thought it best that the people's condition remained the same,
For they would lose, prosperous gain.
So they started their war, all the same,
Remind you of something?. All is the same,
Does something ring a bell ?,
For hell does have a very unpleasant smell.
He is nothing more then a human, they did say,
The disbelievers', who was looking for their package,
What package ?, you might say.
Their heavy wage package, at the end of the day,
Who did sell, the world,
At the price of the poor,
And make for them a living hell,
Can you not wake up and relate, that the stories of old, do rotate.
To be continued....
For many generations', the people left the true path,
Upon a different inclination,
They started to worship from incarnation.
They believed that the gods' would bring them good luck,
And protection, through,
Misleading their children, too.
They started to name their statues', after all the good people,
Much like the church, where St Micheal, and Mary, Jesus too, and all the good people that the Irish came to know, isn't it so, much the same. Idolaters'- propagating, God's good name.
( No offence intended ).
And after the death, of these good people,
Noah's people propagated the same, derogatory towards, God's name.
After many years', of grandfathers' deaths', people and their children forgot,
Why these statues', lived in these places',
And all they would do, was worship the same as their forefathers'; too.
And this was the first form of idol -worship too.
And since they lost their religion, from the people of Adam's folk,
Noah's people had an evil stroke.
Isn't it so, can you not see,
The same evil inclination, spreading among the many different nations'.
Worshiping anything other then the one god,
Will result in the final death of the religious soul,
Can you not see, the destruction of your houses' of prayer,
Where the devil's statues'; have built you, the bullies' snare.
For take a look around you,
What do you see?,
All the religions', that practice, the one that is equal to three,
Where the holy father, is also the son,
Blasphemy and incarnation, incest,
What a religious crime,
No wonder God's curse befell your places',
You call unto the name of the statues', and forget,
The one ,
The true,
The Creator of, all of you.
Now getting back to the people of Noah,
Noah was one, of the few, that remained true,
Unto Good's god name,
All the same.
Noah was sent as a mercy, to unfold to his people,
The call to the truth.
Explanations' of life, did he explain,
He pointed out how the night rotated into the day,
And how the day rotated into the night,
And how it is all part of God's good plain.
( Now I am going to explain to you,
The Earth and the Sun,
And the beautiful moon,
And how the darkness of the land,
Has a balance between here, and the green land,
And how the daytime befalls the desert sands',
The time space having an equal span,
Don't you see?, God's good plain. )
The people listened to Noah in silence,
As he declared the truth,
They became angry too,
Is this you ?.
Can you relate to this script ?,
If you can , then you too, do resist,
The request of God's call,
To one religion, for all.
Noah's people; became two,
Divided into groups', through and through.
His words' touched the hearts' of the weakened people in the land,
That suffered at the rich peoples', cursed hand.
They looked down upon the poor,
They thought it best that the people's condition remained the same,
For they would lose, prosperous gain.
So they started their war, all the same,
Remind you of something?. All is the same,
Does something ring a bell ?,
For hell does have a very unpleasant smell.
He is nothing more then a human, they did say,
The disbelievers', who was looking for their package,
What package ?, you might say.
Their heavy wage package, at the end of the day,
Who did sell, the world,
At the price of the poor,
And make for them a living hell,
Can you not wake up and relate, that the stories of old, do rotate.
To be continued....
Thursday, 10 December 2009
Adam's death, before Idris came
Years' had passed, upon Cain's murderous mask.
Adam was sick from the parting of his two sons',
One died, that of a noble death,
While the other was slain, by the devil's request.
Cain's spirit, did die, from his envious eye.
Adam being created from God's mercy,
Turned to pray for his son,
Then he turned to the world,
To till for his children's' wealth.
Passing his knowledge on,
He relayed his life, from beginning to end,
To help his offspring,
To avoid the devil's trap.
He warned them, that Iblis would try to come back.
He appointed his son, Seth to be the leader of his good flock,
And warned him of the floods' that would come,
Upon a day, that his children would go astray.
When death approached him near,
Adam said,
Oh my children,
I do feel, a need to eat,
From the fruit's of paradise.
So, his good children, did set out,
Searching the land,
At their father's bequest,
They did find,
Angels' that had with them, Adam's shroud.
The Angels' said unto Adam's children,
What are you in search for ?, What do you need?,
where are you going ?.
Adam's children did reply;
Our father is sick and has an appetite for the fruits' of paradise....
To be continued..... soon.
Adam was sick from the parting of his two sons',
One died, that of a noble death,
While the other was slain, by the devil's request.
Cain's spirit, did die, from his envious eye.
Adam being created from God's mercy,
Turned to pray for his son,
Then he turned to the world,
To till for his children's' wealth.
Passing his knowledge on,
He relayed his life, from beginning to end,
To help his offspring,
To avoid the devil's trap.
He warned them, that Iblis would try to come back.
He appointed his son, Seth to be the leader of his good flock,
And warned him of the floods' that would come,
Upon a day, that his children would go astray.
When death approached him near,
Adam said,
Oh my children,
I do feel, a need to eat,
From the fruit's of paradise.
So, his good children, did set out,
Searching the land,
At their father's bequest,
They did find,
Angels' that had with them, Adam's shroud.
The Angels' said unto Adam's children,
What are you in search for ?, What do you need?,
where are you going ?.
Adam's children did reply;
Our father is sick and has an appetite for the fruits' of paradise....
To be continued..... soon.
Prophet Of Babylon : Idris ( aka Enoch )
Idris was born in Babylon,
A fair preaching man,
Truthful and well known for his fairing hand.
A well learned, religious man.
There was many who came before,
Enoch.
He was the fifth generation for sure,
Of the prophet Adam's linage,
He came to reteach the teaching from before,
But most of his recipients' was sore,
To receive the life, that their forefathers' did live before.
And they like many of today,
Turned their backs', and drifted away.
Leaving the right path, they strayed far away from the written track,
So, God wished to give the Good hand back,
He sent Idris along his well trodden track.
He left behind the settlement found,
And relined himself, he headed for Egypt,
To carry his mission,
Of calling all the people to what god had Given.
He taught those that listerned well,
The health and wealth of the prayer,
And instructing them of how to fast,
And the importance of charity.
Idris was one of a kind,
He was the first, upon Adams' good offspring, to be given prophethood, ( from God's bountiful spring ).
(And what is that you say ?,
A spring is full to the brim of water from the sky,
And what is water?, I do not lie,
It is the blessings' that sustain all life,
A bountiful spring, from what life does spring ).
He was blessed from God's request,
If the knowledge is correct, then he was the first to write,
From God's good verse.
He did state from God's written slate,
" The real joy of life, is to have wisdom. "
A fair preaching man,
Truthful and well known for his fairing hand.
A well learned, religious man.
There was many who came before,
Enoch.
He was the fifth generation for sure,
Of the prophet Adam's linage,
He came to reteach the teaching from before,
But most of his recipients' was sore,
To receive the life, that their forefathers' did live before.
And they like many of today,
Turned their backs', and drifted away.
Leaving the right path, they strayed far away from the written track,
So, God wished to give the Good hand back,
He sent Idris along his well trodden track.
He left behind the settlement found,
And relined himself, he headed for Egypt,
To carry his mission,
Of calling all the people to what god had Given.
He taught those that listerned well,
The health and wealth of the prayer,
And instructing them of how to fast,
And the importance of charity.
Idris was one of a kind,
He was the first, upon Adams' good offspring, to be given prophethood, ( from God's bountiful spring ).
(And what is that you say ?,
A spring is full to the brim of water from the sky,
And what is water?, I do not lie,
It is the blessings' that sustain all life,
A bountiful spring, from what life does spring ).
He was blessed from God's request,
If the knowledge is correct, then he was the first to write,
From God's good verse.
He did state from God's written slate,
" The real joy of life, is to have wisdom. "
Wednesday, 2 December 2009
The Twins' Marriage : Part 2
Adam left peace behind,
When the Satan caused him to be blind, from,
The incitement to eat from the forbidden fruit.
When Adam was placed in the Earth,
He felt the unhealthy hurt, of his sin.
He had to grasp the suffering of the land,
For he and his wife, fell from paradise stand.
The first set of twin's came into effect,
Being Cain and his sister, without regret,
Then soon after this,
A set of twin's, hard to resist,
Abel and his sister,
Completed Adam and his wife, Eve's bliss.
They all grow healthy upon the land,
Cain tilling, while Abel was given a Shepard's' hand.
Then the time came when manhood arrived,
God revealed to Adam, his sons', future wives'.
God ordained the two- sets', to marry,
A cross over, of sisters' to multiply in the land,
A nation of different cultures' and colours' ; was always' part of God's plan.
Cain was displeased with his brother's, sister,
For he believed that his sister was more beautiful,
Then Abel's,
He became unstable.
When God gave Adam advice,
Advice about the offering and sacrifice,
This was God's stand,
To determined the brothers', marital hand.
When Cain's sacrifice was not accepted,
Because of the insincerity, it was rejected.
This enraged Cain, further still,
This is when he threatened to kill,
" I will kill you ",
He did state,
" You will remain happy, while I will live in strive ",
( I will have no such wife )...<-added for effective purposes'.
( And then you will scream, blasphemy, when in fact, it has been separated from the rest of the transliteration, I clearly stipulating so. )
Cain, with his selfish hand,
Did make a complete, arrogant stand.
While Abel remained steadfast still,
Holding unto God's good will.
Cain raised his hand to throw the stone,
While Abel resisted the Satan's throne.
" My brother ", he did say,
" Why do you stray ",
With compassion filled in his heart, he wished to see,
Cain, with a good-god bearing heart.
" You are sinful in your decisions', now forget about your foolish threat,
If you do not relent, then the hand from God's will,
There will be no repent.
The fire for you ",
A dreadful descent.
Abel's plea was rejected,
And Cain continued to be effective,
He cast his family blood aside,
And threw the stone, as so, to cause, Abel to die.
Abel died, with this first criminal act upon the land.
Cain returned without a plan.
When Abel did not appear,
For sometime,
Adam asked Cain,
" Have you seen your brother ",
Of what he did state,
" I am not a keeper over my brother ",
This being another of Cain's mistakes'.
Adam looked in the land,
Searching for Abel,
His beloved son,
For what had, wicked Cain, done ?.
Adam knew by Cain's words',
That Abel was dead,
Filled with grief for his good son.
Adam felt numb.
After sometime,
Cain, did return to his brothers' body,
Picking him up; upon his shoulders',
He did travel through the land,
Wandering back and forth,
Looking for a place, to leave no trace,
Of his murderous hand.
He tried to hide Abel,
Without luck,
He started to feel the burden of Satan's hell,
When his brother's body did smell.
What to do, what to do?,
He did think,
As his brother's body began to stink.
With God's merciful hand,
He sent two ravens' upon the land,
Before Cain's murderous hand.
The birds' did fight,
Causing the death of one of them,
Then with his victorious beak and claws',
He began to dig a hole,
To cover the other,
The bird lay dead within the Earth's sand.
Cain felt a tremendous shame,
" Woe unto me ", he did exclaim.
" I was unable to do, what this bird flew in, to tell me too ".
Cain buried his brother, in the land,
The first burial of man.
The story of Cain's murderous hand.
When the Satan caused him to be blind, from,
The incitement to eat from the forbidden fruit.
When Adam was placed in the Earth,
He felt the unhealthy hurt, of his sin.
He had to grasp the suffering of the land,
For he and his wife, fell from paradise stand.
The first set of twin's came into effect,
Being Cain and his sister, without regret,
Then soon after this,
A set of twin's, hard to resist,
Abel and his sister,
Completed Adam and his wife, Eve's bliss.
They all grow healthy upon the land,
Cain tilling, while Abel was given a Shepard's' hand.
Then the time came when manhood arrived,
God revealed to Adam, his sons', future wives'.
God ordained the two- sets', to marry,
A cross over, of sisters' to multiply in the land,
A nation of different cultures' and colours' ; was always' part of God's plan.
Cain was displeased with his brother's, sister,
For he believed that his sister was more beautiful,
Then Abel's,
He became unstable.
When God gave Adam advice,
Advice about the offering and sacrifice,
This was God's stand,
To determined the brothers', marital hand.
When Cain's sacrifice was not accepted,
Because of the insincerity, it was rejected.
This enraged Cain, further still,
This is when he threatened to kill,
" I will kill you ",
He did state,
" You will remain happy, while I will live in strive ",
( I will have no such wife )...<-added for effective purposes'.
( And then you will scream, blasphemy, when in fact, it has been separated from the rest of the transliteration, I clearly stipulating so. )
Cain, with his selfish hand,
Did make a complete, arrogant stand.
While Abel remained steadfast still,
Holding unto God's good will.
Cain raised his hand to throw the stone,
While Abel resisted the Satan's throne.
" My brother ", he did say,
" Why do you stray ",
With compassion filled in his heart, he wished to see,
Cain, with a good-god bearing heart.
" You are sinful in your decisions', now forget about your foolish threat,
If you do not relent, then the hand from God's will,
There will be no repent.
The fire for you ",
A dreadful descent.
Abel's plea was rejected,
And Cain continued to be effective,
He cast his family blood aside,
And threw the stone, as so, to cause, Abel to die.
Abel died, with this first criminal act upon the land.
Cain returned without a plan.
When Abel did not appear,
For sometime,
Adam asked Cain,
" Have you seen your brother ",
Of what he did state,
" I am not a keeper over my brother ",
This being another of Cain's mistakes'.
Adam looked in the land,
Searching for Abel,
His beloved son,
For what had, wicked Cain, done ?.
Adam knew by Cain's words',
That Abel was dead,
Filled with grief for his good son.
Adam felt numb.
After sometime,
Cain, did return to his brothers' body,
Picking him up; upon his shoulders',
He did travel through the land,
Wandering back and forth,
Looking for a place, to leave no trace,
Of his murderous hand.
He tried to hide Abel,
Without luck,
He started to feel the burden of Satan's hell,
When his brother's body did smell.
What to do, what to do?,
He did think,
As his brother's body began to stink.
With God's merciful hand,
He sent two ravens' upon the land,
Before Cain's murderous hand.
The birds' did fight,
Causing the death of one of them,
Then with his victorious beak and claws',
He began to dig a hole,
To cover the other,
The bird lay dead within the Earth's sand.
Cain felt a tremendous shame,
" Woe unto me ", he did exclaim.
" I was unable to do, what this bird flew in, to tell me too ".
Cain buried his brother, in the land,
The first burial of man.
The story of Cain's murderous hand.
Monday, 23 November 2009
The Twins' Offering: Part 1 .
Adam and Eve, was sent down to the Earth,
Because of the Satan's, incitement to sin.
God sent them down,
Between the land,
To find one another,
Upon God's plan.
The Satan was sent to keep the incitement real,
To dissuade the son of Adam,
From Adams', flock,
To help accompany him,
Into hells' shop.
Adam and Eve, answered God's call,
By delivering 80 sets' of twins',
Among them being, Abel and Cain,
The story of the offering, not being the same.
For the jealousy of Cain,
Took away his humble chest.
God invoked Abel, to offer the best fruit,
From his harvest that year,
So, Abel, gathered in his hand,
A great - sound offering,
Laying it down,
Abel left and went away,
And when he returned,
God had delivered,
Taking the blessings' , that Abel did lay,
Abel, being very happy that day.
When Cain, was asked, from God's request,
God, did ask for the best,
From his animal flock.
Cain, without his humble chest,
Did not rest,
Thinking about what he would do,
To trick God's, request.
Upon that,
Cain, did pick the worst of his flock,
Thinking that he would be abel to deceive,
His creator.
Laying his offering down,
He did leave it there,
Thinking God, would be pleased with his share.
Then, when he did return,
He did see,
That the meat of his offering, was still there,
Not pleased was God, with he,
Because of what he did see.
This enraged Cain,
And he became angry more,
Looking to cause trouble with Abel,
He did frown,
Because he tried to fool God,
Thinking God could be deceived,
He did feel the reaction, of what he did tease.
Because of the Satan's, incitement to sin.
God sent them down,
Between the land,
To find one another,
Upon God's plan.
The Satan was sent to keep the incitement real,
To dissuade the son of Adam,
From Adams', flock,
To help accompany him,
Into hells' shop.
Adam and Eve, answered God's call,
By delivering 80 sets' of twins',
Among them being, Abel and Cain,
The story of the offering, not being the same.
For the jealousy of Cain,
Took away his humble chest.
God invoked Abel, to offer the best fruit,
From his harvest that year,
So, Abel, gathered in his hand,
A great - sound offering,
Laying it down,
Abel left and went away,
And when he returned,
God had delivered,
Taking the blessings' , that Abel did lay,
Abel, being very happy that day.
When Cain, was asked, from God's request,
God, did ask for the best,
From his animal flock.
Cain, without his humble chest,
Did not rest,
Thinking about what he would do,
To trick God's, request.
Upon that,
Cain, did pick the worst of his flock,
Thinking that he would be abel to deceive,
His creator.
Laying his offering down,
He did leave it there,
Thinking God, would be pleased with his share.
Then, when he did return,
He did see,
That the meat of his offering, was still there,
Not pleased was God, with he,
Because of what he did see.
This enraged Cain,
And he became angry more,
Looking to cause trouble with Abel,
He did frown,
Because he tried to fool God,
Thinking God could be deceived,
He did feel the reaction, of what he did tease.
Monday, 16 November 2009
Creation 4
God spoke,
Here in this paradise,
Eat whatever you please,
But do not approach,
One tree.
The tree of knowledge, did it reside,
Amongst paradise.
Adam and Eve,
Walked around the trees',
Eating whatever they did please.
Then one day,
Seated, Then satan came their way,
And even though,
He was banished,
He entered into the garden,
Approaching with ease,
To start to tease,
Innocent, Adam and Eve.
He approached the tree,
When he did see,
Adam and Eve,
Comfortable, and at ease.
He whispered to them,
In their ear,
Eat from this tree,
I swear by God's name,
You will become like the Angels'
The same,
Living for all eternity free,
Please see. Metaphorically.
So Adam did listen to satan's masked call,
Thinking that no one would dare swear to God,
And tell such a lie,
So, Adam did pick from the tree,
Sharing with Eve,
They did eat, together they sinned.
As soon as the Apple reached Adam's neck,
Their nakedness became appreant,
And they ran,
To gather the leafs' from the paradise,
Bushes', they started to sow.
When they both took shelter into the bush,
God did look,
What are you hiding from,
He did say,
As Adam and Eve came out to display,
That they had covered their nakedness that day.
Adam asked for forgiveness of his crime,
And started to cry,
Before God's Eyes',
God did banish them Both,
To join satan upon the earth.
Than Adam gave to Eve her first birth.
Here in this paradise,
Eat whatever you please,
But do not approach,
One tree.
The tree of knowledge, did it reside,
Amongst paradise.
Adam and Eve,
Walked around the trees',
Eating whatever they did please.
Then one day,
Seated, Then satan came their way,
And even though,
He was banished,
He entered into the garden,
Approaching with ease,
To start to tease,
Innocent, Adam and Eve.
He approached the tree,
When he did see,
Adam and Eve,
Comfortable, and at ease.
He whispered to them,
In their ear,
Eat from this tree,
I swear by God's name,
You will become like the Angels'
The same,
Living for all eternity free,
Please see. Metaphorically.
So Adam did listen to satan's masked call,
Thinking that no one would dare swear to God,
And tell such a lie,
So, Adam did pick from the tree,
Sharing with Eve,
They did eat, together they sinned.
As soon as the Apple reached Adam's neck,
Their nakedness became appreant,
And they ran,
To gather the leafs' from the paradise,
Bushes', they started to sow.
When they both took shelter into the bush,
God did look,
What are you hiding from,
He did say,
As Adam and Eve came out to display,
That they had covered their nakedness that day.
Adam asked for forgiveness of his crime,
And started to cry,
Before God's Eyes',
God did banish them Both,
To join satan upon the earth.
Than Adam gave to Eve her first birth.
Creation 3
Before that did take place,
Adam had no disgrace,
He walked in paradise,
For many years',
Before he did ask for his blessings' of a wife.
Than, when the time came,
He felt very lonely,
So he did ask,
For God to relieve him,
To give to him his right,
A good; Godly companion,
For his heavenly sight.
Sharing has life, with a good wife,
So he wouldn't be so lonely.
God did grant him; his companion,
Adam was created from eight ribs' down either side,
Did they reside.
God did take, for Adam's sake,
The smallest of all,
From the left side, the rib was bent,
Leaving his wife,
With a soft scent.
And if you do push your wife,
With strife,
You will break her,
For God intended her to be bent,
That is real woman's' scent.
And if the small men think that they can be bent,
Then God knows best that it is a lie,
For the condition was for her, the woman only,
A bent rib, fashioned Eve,
To give Adam good, Godly, ear sounding, ease.
Adam had no disgrace,
He walked in paradise,
For many years',
Before he did ask for his blessings' of a wife.
Than, when the time came,
He felt very lonely,
So he did ask,
For God to relieve him,
To give to him his right,
A good; Godly companion,
For his heavenly sight.
Sharing has life, with a good wife,
So he wouldn't be so lonely.
God did grant him; his companion,
Adam was created from eight ribs' down either side,
Did they reside.
God did take, for Adam's sake,
The smallest of all,
From the left side, the rib was bent,
Leaving his wife,
With a soft scent.
And if you do push your wife,
With strife,
You will break her,
For God intended her to be bent,
That is real woman's' scent.
And if the small men think that they can be bent,
Then God knows best that it is a lie,
For the condition was for her, the woman only,
A bent rib, fashioned Eve,
To give Adam good, Godly, ear sounding, ease.
Thursday, 29 October 2009
Creation 2.
So, what happened next ?,
Let me see,
Shell I address this metaphorically,
I think I will use a bit of both,
It is nice to have a different stroke.
So, I suppose you would like to know,
How the devil did come and go,
From the paradise ride.
Adam did sneeze,
That's' the first thing he did do,
Before the Angels', he went, went over to,
They told him to say,
All Praise Be To God,
So, that was the first words',
He did phrase,
In paradise way.
God ordered the Angels' to bow down to his feet,
So the Angels' did do, what they was ordered to.
The devil refused,
Because he was not true,
Of the creation of light that the Angels',
Came from,
So that made him very wrong.
God declared him faulty,
Because he had an arrogance naughty,
" What caused you to disobey me ?,
God questioned his invalid display,
The devil's unhealthy ways'.
The devil replied,
" I am better then he, I am made from black smokeless fire ".
So there you have it,
the devil walked his wire.
One thing more, I would like to add,
You question me on my phrase,
Trying to change the wording, to please who ?,
A people,
No I will not rewrite the wording,
I would be wrong, fire and flame, for eternity
I will not, enter into that game.
But to reassure you,
If you think the undertones' belittle your race,
What colour was Adams', potters' clay.
Be at ease now, and don't feel,
That God would belittle any one of you, God is always' true.
Let me see,
Shell I address this metaphorically,
I think I will use a bit of both,
It is nice to have a different stroke.
So, I suppose you would like to know,
How the devil did come and go,
From the paradise ride.
Adam did sneeze,
That's' the first thing he did do,
Before the Angels', he went, went over to,
They told him to say,
All Praise Be To God,
So, that was the first words',
He did phrase,
In paradise way.
God ordered the Angels' to bow down to his feet,
So the Angels' did do, what they was ordered to.
The devil refused,
Because he was not true,
Of the creation of light that the Angels',
Came from,
So that made him very wrong.
God declared him faulty,
Because he had an arrogance naughty,
" What caused you to disobey me ?,
God questioned his invalid display,
The devil's unhealthy ways'.
The devil replied,
" I am better then he, I am made from black smokeless fire ".
So there you have it,
the devil walked his wire.
One thing more, I would like to add,
You question me on my phrase,
Trying to change the wording, to please who ?,
A people,
No I will not rewrite the wording,
I would be wrong, fire and flame, for eternity
I will not, enter into that game.
But to reassure you,
If you think the undertones' belittle your race,
What colour was Adams', potters' clay.
Be at ease now, and don't feel,
That God would belittle any one of you, God is always' true.
Creation 1.
Death will come to you,
You say, as you see the forbidden way,
This is not the almighty day.
One judge, One day,
Then it will be the almighty day.
No running will you do,
When your one book,
Is given to you.
Then what ?.
Fire and flames',
No skirt and frock,
No lad on lad,
No frill will you seek.
Do you wish for your above future,
To be so bleak,
Your decision.
Your own crime,
I will not pay that ransom,
I say, on this day.
In this life, I would rather, death,
Then follow a way that will lead to the almighty judgment of the day.
The judgement being,
You ask, will there be forgiving.
If you turn from your wrong ways',
Upon a path that will forsake your past.
God will take your heart,
To the heaven above,
Into the sky,
Away from the earth,
Into the land of the forgotten,
Where Adam and Eve,
Once stood.
Innocent from the sin,
Of the one abandoned jinn.
You ask me, what is jinn please ?,
I do not know.
You may think that he was once called an Angel,
Angels' never committed a crime,
Made from light, they never did fight,
The might of God's command,
They stood firm to his almighty hand,
Unlike the jinn.
Who was created before you,
In heaven above,
Abandoned, an orphan created from smoke unseen,
Unseen.
Also known to man as the ghost, the ghost, the ghost, unseen.
He is him.
The jinn.
He told our one father Adam, who was created by God's hand,
He told our one mother Eve, who was created by God's hand,
To fall into a forbidden sin,
Jealousy betook him.
He was the closet jinn to God,
An orphan, from the Shepard's' flock, from the creation of the jinn,
Then he did see,
After two thousand years' of freedom in paradise,
The creation of the earth and life,
Adam stood still before him,
Made from clay,
That day.
What clay ?, you do ask,
The best clay,
A brown potters' clay,
Standing there for forty years'.
The jinn, did watch from afar,
Passing by Adam's shell,
Before the jinn decided to choose hell.
He tapped him on the head,
Day after day,
Trying to look the other way,
Before God came,
And took his air,
Breathing it into Adam.
All the time, the jinn,
The jinn,
Watching.
God's air, reaching the upper part of Adam's heart,
Before it had time to reach his legs'
Adam fled.
Fled to what?, You do say,
What ?, have you forgot,
The beauty of paradise display,
The trees' that resided in the grace of God's beautiful creation,
Paradise display,
More beautiful then the clearest ocean,
Adam ran, to the sweet fruit,
Unlike the taste we eat today,
For this is not paradise way.
The fruit in paradise is what,
The best of the best,
Unlike the devil's delight,
Chocolate cake, we love, hate.
Anyway, getting back to the main thing,
Adam's vision restricted him,
Before the blessed air of God,
Reached his leg's he did flee,
Making him a very fast bumble bee.
Metaphorically.
That's why God did say,
Adam has been made with haste,
Impatience overtook that day.
More will come,
But you will have to wait,
Patience is what ?,
Is very hard to do,
So, do you now see ?,
The verse,
Of God's hand,
Do you now, understand ?.
You say, as you see the forbidden way,
This is not the almighty day.
One judge, One day,
Then it will be the almighty day.
No running will you do,
When your one book,
Is given to you.
Then what ?.
Fire and flames',
No skirt and frock,
No lad on lad,
No frill will you seek.
Do you wish for your above future,
To be so bleak,
Your decision.
Your own crime,
I will not pay that ransom,
I say, on this day.
In this life, I would rather, death,
Then follow a way that will lead to the almighty judgment of the day.
The judgement being,
You ask, will there be forgiving.
If you turn from your wrong ways',
Upon a path that will forsake your past.
God will take your heart,
To the heaven above,
Into the sky,
Away from the earth,
Into the land of the forgotten,
Where Adam and Eve,
Once stood.
Innocent from the sin,
Of the one abandoned jinn.
You ask me, what is jinn please ?,
I do not know.
You may think that he was once called an Angel,
Angels' never committed a crime,
Made from light, they never did fight,
The might of God's command,
They stood firm to his almighty hand,
Unlike the jinn.
Who was created before you,
In heaven above,
Abandoned, an orphan created from smoke unseen,
Unseen.
Also known to man as the ghost, the ghost, the ghost, unseen.
He is him.
The jinn.
He told our one father Adam, who was created by God's hand,
He told our one mother Eve, who was created by God's hand,
To fall into a forbidden sin,
Jealousy betook him.
He was the closet jinn to God,
An orphan, from the Shepard's' flock, from the creation of the jinn,
Then he did see,
After two thousand years' of freedom in paradise,
The creation of the earth and life,
Adam stood still before him,
Made from clay,
That day.
What clay ?, you do ask,
The best clay,
A brown potters' clay,
Standing there for forty years'.
The jinn, did watch from afar,
Passing by Adam's shell,
Before the jinn decided to choose hell.
He tapped him on the head,
Day after day,
Trying to look the other way,
Before God came,
And took his air,
Breathing it into Adam.
All the time, the jinn,
The jinn,
Watching.
God's air, reaching the upper part of Adam's heart,
Before it had time to reach his legs'
Adam fled.
Fled to what?, You do say,
What ?, have you forgot,
The beauty of paradise display,
The trees' that resided in the grace of God's beautiful creation,
Paradise display,
More beautiful then the clearest ocean,
Adam ran, to the sweet fruit,
Unlike the taste we eat today,
For this is not paradise way.
The fruit in paradise is what,
The best of the best,
Unlike the devil's delight,
Chocolate cake, we love, hate.
Anyway, getting back to the main thing,
Adam's vision restricted him,
Before the blessed air of God,
Reached his leg's he did flee,
Making him a very fast bumble bee.
Metaphorically.
That's why God did say,
Adam has been made with haste,
Impatience overtook that day.
More will come,
But you will have to wait,
Patience is what ?,
Is very hard to do,
So, do you now see ?,
The verse,
Of God's hand,
Do you now, understand ?.
Birth
Where was I raised, you say,
Than you have the cheek to make me answer for my sin,
Was I raised amongst a people with religion,
I think not,
So, then you must have forgot.
That you yourself did not pass,
The forbidden mark,
Or reside in a land,
That you yourself, did ban.
Than you have the cheek to make me answer for my sin,
Was I raised amongst a people with religion,
I think not,
So, then you must have forgot.
That you yourself did not pass,
The forbidden mark,
Or reside in a land,
That you yourself, did ban.
Food
Oh, look who is fat,
You say, as you eat,
Throughout the day.
Who is pointing the finger,
Did you reside in the town of the desert people,
Eating their food,
And becoming thin,
Answer me, if you do not sin.
You say, as you eat,
Throughout the day.
Who is pointing the finger,
Did you reside in the town of the desert people,
Eating their food,
And becoming thin,
Answer me, if you do not sin.
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
Apple
What is this I hear,
That you say,
A smell is being displayed,
Well I have one thing to say.
Experience is the key to sort out the trouble,
Without it, we would be lost in double.
With knowledge, comes' the strife,
Of a well balanced life .
Look at the stories' gone past before,
There was trouble and strife,
Battering wife,
Incest in the Arabian homes',
Not one nation was a perfect race,
From the day that Adam was raised.
We faced the incitement of the devil,
Accursed from the very start,
From the first sin.
The first sin,
Look at it,
Was it not a small sin,
Not like that, that we now find ourselves' in.
If the eating of the apple,
Caused the first man and wife,
To fall,
Then imagine the rest of the doom that,
Could face us all.
That you say,
A smell is being displayed,
Well I have one thing to say.
Experience is the key to sort out the trouble,
Without it, we would be lost in double.
With knowledge, comes' the strife,
Of a well balanced life .
Look at the stories' gone past before,
There was trouble and strife,
Battering wife,
Incest in the Arabian homes',
Not one nation was a perfect race,
From the day that Adam was raised.
We faced the incitement of the devil,
Accursed from the very start,
From the first sin.
The first sin,
Look at it,
Was it not a small sin,
Not like that, that we now find ourselves' in.
If the eating of the apple,
Caused the first man and wife,
To fall,
Then imagine the rest of the doom that,
Could face us all.
The home
What on earth is going on in the world,
All of this is wrong.
Before I was eleven,
looking after a little child from heaven,
In a home with a mum who was drunk,
Letting strange men in,
Thumping around.
Cold and unwarming,
Chilling to the bone,
No food in the dish,
No bread on the table.
Vodka was for breakfast time,
This was indeed, the crime ?.
Sickness did reside in the home,
Too small to use the phone.
Attack for a big mouth,
A knife in my back.
Oh dear drunk mum,
Go to the doctors' your son,
Is not well,
Then you felt hell.
All of this is wrong.
Before I was eleven,
looking after a little child from heaven,
In a home with a mum who was drunk,
Letting strange men in,
Thumping around.
Cold and unwarming,
Chilling to the bone,
No food in the dish,
No bread on the table.
Vodka was for breakfast time,
This was indeed, the crime ?.
Sickness did reside in the home,
Too small to use the phone.
Attack for a big mouth,
A knife in my back.
Oh dear drunk mum,
Go to the doctors' your son,
Is not well,
Then you felt hell.
Took
I let my child out to play,
Thinking I was doing my parents' ways'.
Then one day, before I did look,
You came by and took.
My child from my home,
Where I had made a comfortable zone.
The years' I invested, the pain I did feel,
When it was me who did get up in the night,
To see if my sweet child was alright.
Then you came and took,
The only thing I had left of the sweet book,
You snatched it away,
Leaving me dead that day.
Since that day, I have searched,
Looking for my sweet child, from the book,
The one you took.
I searched high and low,
Thinking one day you would show me where to look,
My beautiful baby,
You left me crazy.
Then one day, when I least expected it,
A knock on the door, came my way,
You came back to give me my prize,
Leaving me feeling surprised.
So, even though you took my sweet baby,
The fact that you came back,
To bring what you took,
I will never forget,
That you lived with the guilt and then decided that you would return,
The life you couldn't yourself have,
I will be happy to share in the delight,
That you came back to the light.
Thinking I was doing my parents' ways'.
Then one day, before I did look,
You came by and took.
My child from my home,
Where I had made a comfortable zone.
The years' I invested, the pain I did feel,
When it was me who did get up in the night,
To see if my sweet child was alright.
Then you came and took,
The only thing I had left of the sweet book,
You snatched it away,
Leaving me dead that day.
Since that day, I have searched,
Looking for my sweet child, from the book,
The one you took.
I searched high and low,
Thinking one day you would show me where to look,
My beautiful baby,
You left me crazy.
Then one day, when I least expected it,
A knock on the door, came my way,
You came back to give me my prize,
Leaving me feeling surprised.
So, even though you took my sweet baby,
The fact that you came back,
To bring what you took,
I will never forget,
That you lived with the guilt and then decided that you would return,
The life you couldn't yourself have,
I will be happy to share in the delight,
That you came back to the light.
My kids'
Where is my child,
My sweet love of my life,
Disappeared into a life full of strife.
As a mother I tried my best,
Looking for ways',
To make you one of the rest,
Sorry my children if I did fail,
I could only hope you wouldn't turn pale.
Then when the time came,
Your friends' showed you the way,
From this life, where you was just fine,
They brought you into a world of bad trouble and crime.
I am sorry my children if I did fail,
To bring you into a life that could help bring you back,
To your dear old mum and dad,
Who tried to get you up for school,
But instead you chose to rule.
I am sorry my son if I failed, I tried my best to keep you away from jail.
But you choose to turn pale,
For that life, the life of jail.
My daughter you came to worship with me,
In the night we stayed up by your bed,
Looking towards' God's sweet rest.
Then one day a young boy did come,
Not looking for you to be a mum,
Rather to share his bed,
Leaving in the morning,
To see all the Young ladies',
Leaving you,
Alone my sweet baby.
It's not to late to come back to your mother,
Looking for a renewable guidance,
I will be there to share your trouble,
I am so sorry my dear,
If you felt pain and trouble,
I will try my best to put your troubles' behind,
Away from a dirty life of crime.
My sweet love of my life,
Disappeared into a life full of strife.
As a mother I tried my best,
Looking for ways',
To make you one of the rest,
Sorry my children if I did fail,
I could only hope you wouldn't turn pale.
Then when the time came,
Your friends' showed you the way,
From this life, where you was just fine,
They brought you into a world of bad trouble and crime.
I am sorry my children if I did fail,
To bring you into a life that could help bring you back,
To your dear old mum and dad,
Who tried to get you up for school,
But instead you chose to rule.
I am sorry my son if I failed, I tried my best to keep you away from jail.
But you choose to turn pale,
For that life, the life of jail.
My daughter you came to worship with me,
In the night we stayed up by your bed,
Looking towards' God's sweet rest.
Then one day a young boy did come,
Not looking for you to be a mum,
Rather to share his bed,
Leaving in the morning,
To see all the Young ladies',
Leaving you,
Alone my sweet baby.
It's not to late to come back to your mother,
Looking for a renewable guidance,
I will be there to share your trouble,
I am so sorry my dear,
If you felt pain and trouble,
I will try my best to put your troubles' behind,
Away from a dirty life of crime.
France
France, what is there to say about you,
The home of Notre Dame,
Where the people gathered at the cathedrals',
In drones', to hear the bells' of what they called God's Throne.
Lining the street,
They listened well,
Gathering the word's of what they loved most,
It wasn't women or gold,
Cars' or the roads',
More it was the bell of the old stories' told.
Celebrating the breaking of the bread,
The red wine,
They did shed.
In the streets', before they fled.
Did they put their religion to bed ?.
I don't know, I am asking please,
Can you tell me ?.
Where did your praise go ?,
When did the call stop?,
Did you forget your own bell and clock?.
Now do you see, why did the people flee,
From the flock,
What was it ?,
That gave them no shock ?.
The stories',
Were told,
Of a poor mum,
Left out in the cold,
The traveller and wayfarers',
In different lands',
Then you say you do stand firm,
Against other people travelling afar,
What is this ?,
Oh dear, how far have you travelled into the world,
Of life and love, material wealth,
Is it really a very powerful spell ?,
That has bewitched you,
Through and through,
Not leaving and coming over to what is true ?.
What is true ?, you do ask,
Is humbleness not a start ?.
The home of Notre Dame,
Where the people gathered at the cathedrals',
In drones', to hear the bells' of what they called God's Throne.
Lining the street,
They listened well,
Gathering the word's of what they loved most,
It wasn't women or gold,
Cars' or the roads',
More it was the bell of the old stories' told.
Celebrating the breaking of the bread,
The red wine,
They did shed.
In the streets', before they fled.
Did they put their religion to bed ?.
I don't know, I am asking please,
Can you tell me ?.
Where did your praise go ?,
When did the call stop?,
Did you forget your own bell and clock?.
Now do you see, why did the people flee,
From the flock,
What was it ?,
That gave them no shock ?.
The stories',
Were told,
Of a poor mum,
Left out in the cold,
The traveller and wayfarers',
In different lands',
Then you say you do stand firm,
Against other people travelling afar,
What is this ?,
Oh dear, how far have you travelled into the world,
Of life and love, material wealth,
Is it really a very powerful spell ?,
That has bewitched you,
Through and through,
Not leaving and coming over to what is true ?.
What is true ?, you do ask,
Is humbleness not a start ?.
Colour
Oh no, I just realised that it is not just the school,
And The little helper's club.
It is the dentist, the library,
The coffee shop,
The doctors',
My neighbours,
And the Gaza Strip too.
Oh no, my paintings' are in terrible trouble,
Oh my gosh,
You should have just asked,
I would have been more then willing to part with them.
But instead you done this and that,
Well I will not go into that.
Well done..)
And The little helper's club.
It is the dentist, the library,
The coffee shop,
The doctors',
My neighbours,
And the Gaza Strip too.
Oh no, my paintings' are in terrible trouble,
Oh my gosh,
You should have just asked,
I would have been more then willing to part with them.
But instead you done this and that,
Well I will not go into that.
Well done..)
Tuesday, 27 October 2009
Waiting to hear
I would leave everything to be with just you,
Would you do the same for me ?,
You would if you was true.
So, now do you see,
You was trained in deception, acting and lying too,
Was that ever me ?, I do ask you,
Did I ever do that, too ?,
So, what does that make you ?.
Now you are looking this way and that,
To turn this around,
Is that the fact,
But whatever way you turn,
You hear this sound,
A truth,
That could bring you down,
But you don't like to hear this do you ?
Because why,
Are you really true ?.
Did you ever ask me my voice,
No, but instead,
You lied.
So now, what is there for you to do?.
Ask yourself if you are true,
Who was the one to carry first after Ibrahim's disperse,
Maryam, the mum.
Then you think you can be the number one,
Let me see,
If you can relate the full story,
To me,
I am awaiting to hear please,
My ears' are open to your sound,
Let you spread this around.
Would you do the same for me ?,
You would if you was true.
So, now do you see,
You was trained in deception, acting and lying too,
Was that ever me ?, I do ask you,
Did I ever do that, too ?,
So, what does that make you ?.
Now you are looking this way and that,
To turn this around,
Is that the fact,
But whatever way you turn,
You hear this sound,
A truth,
That could bring you down,
But you don't like to hear this do you ?
Because why,
Are you really true ?.
Did you ever ask me my voice,
No, but instead,
You lied.
So now, what is there for you to do?.
Ask yourself if you are true,
Who was the one to carry first after Ibrahim's disperse,
Maryam, the mum.
Then you think you can be the number one,
Let me see,
If you can relate the full story,
To me,
I am awaiting to hear please,
My ears' are open to your sound,
Let you spread this around.
The club too
The little helpers' club, will get one too,
Now I hope you are happy with that,
You really, nearly blinded me,
Like a crazy bat.
The gift is coming your way,
Sorry, for that terrible delay.
Now I hope you are happy with that,
You really, nearly blinded me,
Like a crazy bat.
The gift is coming your way,
Sorry, for that terrible delay.
Local School
Now, I know you are awaiting my gift,
Don't worry,
I know what you wish.
Yellow peace, will be on your ground,
I am happy it will hang on your wall,
For the beautiful children to see,
To inspire, creativity.
I know you are panic stricken thinking I would forget,
Don't worry,
My hand will withhold,
That painting for you,
I do love you all, too.
Don't worry,
I know what you wish.
Yellow peace, will be on your ground,
I am happy it will hang on your wall,
For the beautiful children to see,
To inspire, creativity.
I know you are panic stricken thinking I would forget,
Don't worry,
My hand will withhold,
That painting for you,
I do love you all, too.
Rather
Reading the book,
Two little lights' did I see,
Please can you specify what they were, what I did see.
Beautiful shinning,
Brightness adorned,
The light being more pure than the star's in the night,
Though I haven't a clue,
What they were,
Do you?
The first time I took a book,
That passed words' that are pure,
Two of them came,
Like a flash,
I thought I was dreaming,
But when it happened again,
I knew it wasn't my imagination,
Rather, there is only one explanation.
Though I do not claim I have vision,
Rather, I will leave it to your decision.
Two little lights' did I see,
Please can you specify what they were, what I did see.
Beautiful shinning,
Brightness adorned,
The light being more pure than the star's in the night,
Though I haven't a clue,
What they were,
Do you?
The first time I took a book,
That passed words' that are pure,
Two of them came,
Like a flash,
I thought I was dreaming,
But when it happened again,
I knew it wasn't my imagination,
Rather, there is only one explanation.
Though I do not claim I have vision,
Rather, I will leave it to your decision.
Same thing
Now that you have seen the heart,
You wish you could have,
Not left a bad mark.
You thought I was crazy, as mad as a bat,
I bet you never thought for one minute,
I would be back.
What I said I saw,
I really did see,
What I said I dreamt,
I really did dream,
Not that it matters' if you believe me or not,
I am not crazy,
But I could claim to have forgot.
Then that would have pleased the unhealthy pot.
Then what?.
You watched me through,
Listened in,
Pulling me on every little sin that you yourself,
Did encourage,
I am clean.
Now do you claim the same thing.
You wish you could have,
Not left a bad mark.
You thought I was crazy, as mad as a bat,
I bet you never thought for one minute,
I would be back.
What I said I saw,
I really did see,
What I said I dreamt,
I really did dream,
Not that it matters' if you believe me or not,
I am not crazy,
But I could claim to have forgot.
Then that would have pleased the unhealthy pot.
Then what?.
You watched me through,
Listened in,
Pulling me on every little sin that you yourself,
Did encourage,
I am clean.
Now do you claim the same thing.
Twist
And now you gave me this,
The only thing that I can do,
To please all of you,
And take you back to a place that is safe,
Yet you yourself did play a nasty way,
You wish you could take it back,
And leave me with nothing,
The only thing that is my link,
You do not think.
Bent nose,
Bad back,
Pain in my teeth,
And fat.
I did work my way through,
Good and true,
But you kept me behind,
Now that is your crime.
I will not be sorry,
Nor will I cry,
I would rather die,
Then be apart of the mix,
That you yourself,
Did twist.
The only thing that I can do,
To please all of you,
And take you back to a place that is safe,
Yet you yourself did play a nasty way,
You wish you could take it back,
And leave me with nothing,
The only thing that is my link,
You do not think.
Bent nose,
Bad back,
Pain in my teeth,
And fat.
I did work my way through,
Good and true,
But you kept me behind,
Now that is your crime.
I will not be sorry,
Nor will I cry,
I would rather die,
Then be apart of the mix,
That you yourself,
Did twist.
To Sway
I do not know what this is,
But I will say one thing,
You don't wish,
All that you done and all that you did,
That was a bad wish,
Is surly your own dish.
For the innocent ride, I did stay,
Along the right way,
However, the choices' I did sway, lay along your own median way.
It is your mark,
I declare,
And God knows what you did dare,
To do.
Now the black mark, lay upon you.
You dare to put me through, what you yourself,
Couldn't do.
All I have to say is,
Well,
Thank you.
For now I know my heart is pure, without that stain,
That you yourself, didn't refrain, when you tried to move my train.
All praise be to God,
For the choices' I made,
Or your soul would have surly paid.
Lucky I stayed in tune,
But you will feel,
An unhealthy doom.
Not a good code of conduct did you follow,
Thank you for the mercy you did declare to borrow,
On my name,
An innocent child,
What right did you have,
To pass a future,
By, Your own wish.
I have one thing to say,
I think for myself,
My own way.
And no matter if I accept it,
Or declare to miss,
I know I am pure,
From your unhealthy mark,
Good luck, in what you did start.
But I will say one thing,
You don't wish,
All that you done and all that you did,
That was a bad wish,
Is surly your own dish.
For the innocent ride, I did stay,
Along the right way,
However, the choices' I did sway, lay along your own median way.
It is your mark,
I declare,
And God knows what you did dare,
To do.
Now the black mark, lay upon you.
You dare to put me through, what you yourself,
Couldn't do.
All I have to say is,
Well,
Thank you.
For now I know my heart is pure, without that stain,
That you yourself, didn't refrain, when you tried to move my train.
All praise be to God,
For the choices' I made,
Or your soul would have surly paid.
Lucky I stayed in tune,
But you will feel,
An unhealthy doom.
Not a good code of conduct did you follow,
Thank you for the mercy you did declare to borrow,
On my name,
An innocent child,
What right did you have,
To pass a future,
By, Your own wish.
I have one thing to say,
I think for myself,
My own way.
And no matter if I accept it,
Or declare to miss,
I know I am pure,
From your unhealthy mark,
Good luck, in what you did start.
Sunday, 25 October 2009
Hilltop
To recite a holy verse,
From the heart.
To feel the passion run through,
To see what is true.
To love the beauty,
Of past stories', shared.
To feel the burden of life,
When life wasn't compared.
To feel the wind, when it blows',
Knowing it used to touch our parents' toes',
Nonrenewable from; from recycled code.
Do we leave the world,
So rode, from our unhealthy code.
Not looking after our forefathers' wish,
Of green pastures',
What a beautiful dish,
Of flowers'.
Red blooming,
Petals' looming, through tall grass,
Over hillside tops, from the past.
We see healthy ways', ahead,
Lets' begin to tread a new path,
Not the way of so called red.
But many flowers' lay, in the hilltop glaze,
Awaiting, a beautiful, new day.
From the heart.
To feel the passion run through,
To see what is true.
To love the beauty,
Of past stories', shared.
To feel the burden of life,
When life wasn't compared.
To feel the wind, when it blows',
Knowing it used to touch our parents' toes',
Nonrenewable from; from recycled code.
Do we leave the world,
So rode, from our unhealthy code.
Not looking after our forefathers' wish,
Of green pastures',
What a beautiful dish,
Of flowers'.
Red blooming,
Petals' looming, through tall grass,
Over hillside tops, from the past.
We see healthy ways', ahead,
Lets' begin to tread a new path,
Not the way of so called red.
But many flowers' lay, in the hilltop glaze,
Awaiting, a beautiful, new day.
Wednesday, 21 October 2009
Tackle Issues'
Small children fighting,
In the play ground,
How to tackle it down.
Place the children involved, in a sports' hall,
And sit them down,
Make them pass the ball around,
No talking or sound.
The ball is the tool,
The key to success,
To release the stress,
Of parents' that are cruel,
Who don't know the rules'.
Supervision is required,
Until the children are laughing,
Togetherness will be found.
In the play ground,
How to tackle it down.
Place the children involved, in a sports' hall,
And sit them down,
Make them pass the ball around,
No talking or sound.
The ball is the tool,
The key to success,
To release the stress,
Of parents' that are cruel,
Who don't know the rules'.
Supervision is required,
Until the children are laughing,
Togetherness will be found.
Tuesday, 20 October 2009
Dry
You can stop the dry land,
though not an easy stand.
You have to build a huge wall along the main rivers',
either side of the dry bank,
to separate the spread of human waste into the dry streams'.
Cultivate groves' along the walls' of the dry streams,
running through into a huge, man made dam.
From the dam, run a filter through, cleaning the water,
pure and true.
When the water is clean and healthy to drink,
cultivating crop's will bring a beautiful dream.
Of a good people that have been malnourished,
giving the food they have been missing,
no more hunger will be giving.
though not an easy stand.
You have to build a huge wall along the main rivers',
either side of the dry bank,
to separate the spread of human waste into the dry streams'.
Cultivate groves' along the walls' of the dry streams,
running through into a huge, man made dam.
From the dam, run a filter through, cleaning the water,
pure and true.
When the water is clean and healthy to drink,
cultivating crop's will bring a beautiful dream.
Of a good people that have been malnourished,
giving the food they have been missing,
no more hunger will be giving.
Monday, 19 October 2009
Problem.
To begin a new programme,
For youth that is classed as the yob,
When they are causing trouble,
Give them the service,' in an area where there is double,
With the man that they hate.
Community rounds', a house that is bound.
They will soon learn not to mess around.
Build three shops',
Of three different breeds',
All relaying the same creed.
House them together,
For protection will come,
The leader being the white one.
Place them in the middle,
The slander will come,
Then place the yobs' in an area of double,
And see if they will have dare to make trouble.
Make them sweep the roads' of not their kind,
And see if you will find,
Their wasteful remarks',
They will not dare to start.
Not even a single remark.
For youth that is classed as the yob,
When they are causing trouble,
Give them the service,' in an area where there is double,
With the man that they hate.
Community rounds', a house that is bound.
They will soon learn not to mess around.
Build three shops',
Of three different breeds',
All relaying the same creed.
House them together,
For protection will come,
The leader being the white one.
Place them in the middle,
The slander will come,
Then place the yobs' in an area of double,
And see if they will have dare to make trouble.
Make them sweep the roads' of not their kind,
And see if you will find,
Their wasteful remarks',
They will not dare to start.
Not even a single remark.
Sunday, 18 October 2009
Cat
The cat is the queen,
The queen does serve,
Her peoples' hand.
You make a stand under,
The hand that serves' God's land,
Under the title of her name,
You should learn how to heel,
So you too, do the same.
It is a sure blasphemy against the very core,
Of what the mail stands' for.
The queen does serve,
Her peoples' hand.
You make a stand under,
The hand that serves' God's land,
Under the title of her name,
You should learn how to heel,
So you too, do the same.
It is a sure blasphemy against the very core,
Of what the mail stands' for.
To Reject
Why is it that you say we need to except,
When it's you who does reject,
We told you before,
About the God given law,
To all the good man,
Who resided in one of the most beautiful pens'.
Now you see,
The truth,
You wish to move,
Causing more problems' along the way,
Moving away from a God given day.
You say we are the Aggressive,
We call for the passive,
Who is the one,
Who refuses',
A peaceful outcome.
When it's you who does reject,
We told you before,
About the God given law,
To all the good man,
Who resided in one of the most beautiful pens'.
Now you see,
The truth,
You wish to move,
Causing more problems' along the way,
Moving away from a God given day.
You say we are the Aggressive,
We call for the passive,
Who is the one,
Who refuses',
A peaceful outcome.
Friday, 16 October 2009
Ya, Peace.
How is it,
That when, the crime of red is split,
Across the floor, of a floating milk,
It gets' called, a high mistake.
When our crime of red is split, either from now or before,
It's classed as a crime for eternity,
Where is the logic,
In justice please,
We do need, universal peace.
That when, the crime of red is split,
Across the floor, of a floating milk,
It gets' called, a high mistake.
When our crime of red is split, either from now or before,
It's classed as a crime for eternity,
Where is the logic,
In justice please,
We do need, universal peace.
The Man
If I am to understand the law,
Of our British land,
Photographs' of individuals', have to pass,
A permission from the so called man.
If the permission is not given,
Than no copyrighted material, belong's, to the one who is wrong, along the crime of invasion.
A British individual, belong's to British land,
The documentation's of an invasion, belongs' in the wrong hands'.
So, no right is it, of an invasion,
That they may withhold,
The story told, of a person that belong's to a different land.
Bring back the man, and his story told,
No right does it belong,
In the land that holds'
Not the right of,
The individual man.
Of our British land,
Photographs' of individuals', have to pass,
A permission from the so called man.
If the permission is not given,
Than no copyrighted material, belong's, to the one who is wrong, along the crime of invasion.
A British individual, belong's to British land,
The documentation's of an invasion, belongs' in the wrong hands'.
So, no right is it, of an invasion,
That they may withhold,
The story told, of a person that belong's to a different land.
Bring back the man, and his story told,
No right does it belong,
In the land that holds'
Not the right of,
The individual man.
Comic Rights'
The comic rights of the British people,
Are always' best at play.
The words' that offend,
Well; most of us, do not intend.
The comic rights' of the British people,
Over and over again.
Bypass law's of outlandish slander,
We do not flounder,
The rules' of speech,
Only that of propaganda,
Will you offend, and slander.
Are always' best at play.
The words' that offend,
Well; most of us, do not intend.
The comic rights' of the British people,
Over and over again.
Bypass law's of outlandish slander,
We do not flounder,
The rules' of speech,
Only that of propaganda,
Will you offend, and slander.
Monday, 12 October 2009
The Culture Of Algreia.
I had better say something sweet,
About the Algerian meat,
If I leave them out,
I know they will surly shout.
Even though, I went through a storm,
The people, markets', weddings',
Customs', culture, were all one.
And though I did slander; Algeria
Of that I admit,
I wish I had the Patience to hold it in,
But when it came down to it,
It was just my weak skin.
So, though I did rumor,
I meant no harm,
I was tested and teased,
But when it came down to it,
I was drawn to my knees'.
About the Algerian meat,
If I leave them out,
I know they will surly shout.
Even though, I went through a storm,
The people, markets', weddings',
Customs', culture, were all one.
And though I did slander; Algeria
Of that I admit,
I wish I had the Patience to hold it in,
But when it came down to it,
It was just my weak skin.
So, though I did rumor,
I meant no harm,
I was tested and teased,
But when it came down to it,
I was drawn to my knees'.
The Core
Driving lessons' and such thing's,
Dont interest me anymore,
For you have robbed me of everything,
To my very core.
Dont interest me anymore,
For you have robbed me of everything,
To my very core.
The strength of the heart
If you have strength of heart,
Then that's all you need,
To path your own way.
For whatever you deny me,
God will grace me with,
Whatever you lay.
God will path me, my way.
Like that of the pure orphan,
I am in his hands',
No one will,
Diminish his outstanding plans'.
You may think you are in control of this and that,
But as a matter of fact,
You are in contempt,
For you have transgressed,
God's descent.
Then that's all you need,
To path your own way.
For whatever you deny me,
God will grace me with,
Whatever you lay.
God will path me, my way.
Like that of the pure orphan,
I am in his hands',
No one will,
Diminish his outstanding plans'.
You may think you are in control of this and that,
But as a matter of fact,
You are in contempt,
For you have transgressed,
God's descent.
The Scam ?
If you think I don't say what I mean,
Then just test me,
I will fall like the pink blossom flower.
In the gentle wind,
Go and have that big diamond ring,
Nothing interests' me apart from what is real.
And if I find that it has all been a lie,
I have faced my book,
with grace like that of a gentle winters' pace.
Then just test me,
I will fall like the pink blossom flower.
In the gentle wind,
Go and have that big diamond ring,
Nothing interests' me apart from what is real.
And if I find that it has all been a lie,
I have faced my book,
with grace like that of a gentle winters' pace.
The Plan
When I saw that look on your face,
When you did say,
Oh, you are in trouble now.
I thought you was talking about a sacred land,
Then I realised, I was part of your plan.
When you did say,
Oh, you are in trouble now.
I thought you was talking about a sacred land,
Then I realised, I was part of your plan.
Old Married Couple
I have an,' old married couple,
Who live opposite me,
I check everynight,
To make sure they switch on their light.
One night, I did panic,
When I saw no shine,
I thought maybe they had forgot,
To let me know,
That they are fine.
Who live opposite me,
I check everynight,
To make sure they switch on their light.
One night, I did panic,
When I saw no shine,
I thought maybe they had forgot,
To let me know,
That they are fine.
Doorstep...
Now I know,
You will turn cold,
If I don't share my tip-tapping.
So, I have to get onto the keypad,
Looking to write,
About the passion,
That everyone loves' to hear.
Oh, gosh, you really wish,
To feel that cold step,
Well, here for you then.
My little flower will end.
I never said a romantic thing,
Just a little blossom to remember the spring.
Oh sorry, I meant my king ?.
You will turn cold,
If I don't share my tip-tapping.
So, I have to get onto the keypad,
Looking to write,
About the passion,
That everyone loves' to hear.
Oh, gosh, you really wish,
To feel that cold step,
Well, here for you then.
My little flower will end.
I never said a romantic thing,
Just a little blossom to remember the spring.
Oh sorry, I meant my king ?.
Italian Pizza
Oh, no, I forgot to visit Italy.
Now; if I don't write about their beautiful dishes',
They will send in the mob,
To give me a bite,
Of their cheese and tomato delight.
So, their pizzas', always', rein supreme.
We all know the delightful dream,
Of Italy's', sour chives', and cream.
Long Spaghetti,
Meat balls', and sauce,
The accent,
The passion,
The womens' beautiful fashion.
Ladies' shoes',
Dresses' of rouge, down to their knees',
Their beautiful graces',
The way they dance,
Along the streets',
With their warm welcomes',
And greets'.
Now; if I don't write about their beautiful dishes',
They will send in the mob,
To give me a bite,
Of their cheese and tomato delight.
So, their pizzas', always', rein supreme.
We all know the delightful dream,
Of Italy's', sour chives', and cream.
Long Spaghetti,
Meat balls', and sauce,
The accent,
The passion,
The womens' beautiful fashion.
Ladies' shoes',
Dresses' of rouge, down to their knees',
Their beautiful graces',
The way they dance,
Along the streets',
With their warm welcomes',
And greets'.
Time
Now, I would like to write something about mum,
The one who does rub my tum.
She washes' my clothes',
Cooks' dinner for me,
Sits' down and studies'.
She takes' the good book,
Relays' the struggle of time,
Telling me to listen to the ancient rhymes'.
The strong time, does she tell,
Remembering our homes',
Of past times', that were lost to many the floods'.
Animals' be drowned and crops' did fail,
To remember the struggle of time gone by,
Of our forefathers', cry.
Be good, don't forget,
The writings' that are going to be,
In your book.
I am your mum,
I look after you,
So you can grow, taking the time,
To remember what you owe.
The one who does rub my tum.
She washes' my clothes',
Cooks' dinner for me,
Sits' down and studies'.
She takes' the good book,
Relays' the struggle of time,
Telling me to listen to the ancient rhymes'.
The strong time, does she tell,
Remembering our homes',
Of past times', that were lost to many the floods'.
Animals' be drowned and crops' did fail,
To remember the struggle of time gone by,
Of our forefathers', cry.
Be good, don't forget,
The writings' that are going to be,
In your book.
I am your mum,
I look after you,
So you can grow, taking the time,
To remember what you owe.
My children and their tree.
What happened to the beutiful tree,
The one that shone against the sun,
In the garden where the kids' do play,
It was such a shocking view,
That I did see this day,
My heart really did run away.
It sadden my heart,
To see what they had done,
My poor kids',
Will miss that sweet williow tree,
Green and lush did it run,
Down the side of a beautiful sun.
You cut it's branches,
You slashed it through,
Oh, my what a terrible view.
The first thing my kids' did say,
Was, " Mum, what happened to the tree ? ",
I had to reply,
They cleaned it through, and through,
Leaving it bare,
My gosh, what a terrible view.
If this is what I saw this day,
Imagine the rest of destruction they do lay.
The one that shone against the sun,
In the garden where the kids' do play,
It was such a shocking view,
That I did see this day,
My heart really did run away.
It sadden my heart,
To see what they had done,
My poor kids',
Will miss that sweet williow tree,
Green and lush did it run,
Down the side of a beautiful sun.
You cut it's branches,
You slashed it through,
Oh, my what a terrible view.
The first thing my kids' did say,
Was, " Mum, what happened to the tree ? ",
I had to reply,
They cleaned it through, and through,
Leaving it bare,
My gosh, what a terrible view.
If this is what I saw this day,
Imagine the rest of destruction they do lay.
Gosh, the cheek
Oh my gosh,
What a cheek,
The future will look so bleak.
Here is a charm that claims',
Change will always' rein.
Than when we set a time,
And the scale,
They are quick to derail.
What a cheek,
The future will look so bleak.
Here is a charm that claims',
Change will always' rein.
Than when we set a time,
And the scale,
They are quick to derail.
Sunday, 11 October 2009
Thanks' For That.
Thank you everyone,
I hope you had fun,
I had a great time too,
What a whizz for me.
Your the best,
People I have ever met.
Thanks' for that,
The unforgivable act.
I hope you had fun,
I had a great time too,
What a whizz for me.
Your the best,
People I have ever met.
Thanks' for that,
The unforgivable act.
The grasshopper breed
How to eradicate the grasshopper ,
Who destroy that beautiful cropper,
You plant that seed.
When that fiend does lay,
To eradicate that pray,
You have to burn the plant stem.
Insure that you have relayed the next crop,
For the new season, and if the crop fails', relay the logic of reason.
Until the fiend is but not strong,
It might take a few years',
But when the jobs' done,
The crop will replenish,
And the town would have won.
Who destroy that beautiful cropper,
You plant that seed.
When that fiend does lay,
To eradicate that pray,
You have to burn the plant stem.
Insure that you have relayed the next crop,
For the new season, and if the crop fails', relay the logic of reason.
Until the fiend is but not strong,
It might take a few years',
But when the jobs' done,
The crop will replenish,
And the town would have won.
Congratr'ulations'.
You gave me a very long run.
You put me at the bottom of the tallest mountain.
I never did stop.
But now that I am sort of run through,
I need time to have a brew.
You put me at the bottom of the tallest mountain.
I never did stop.
But now that I am sort of run through,
I need time to have a brew.
The Truth
I didn't claim anything,
Maybe, I only claimed to be good,
After the closing of my old book.
For when you start afresh, and clean,
Your pages' will gleam.
Don't worry about jealousy,
God will give you the strength to carry it through.
Always' be strong to leave the wrong.
Who was that guy, I am sure it was, (.)( ).
Maybe, I only claimed to be good,
After the closing of my old book.
For when you start afresh, and clean,
Your pages' will gleam.
Don't worry about jealousy,
God will give you the strength to carry it through.
Always' be strong to leave the wrong.
Who was that guy, I am sure it was, (.)( ).
The Story
So, now my tail has been told,
Old and forgotten.
Let it be a lesson to you all,
Who wishes' for their book,
To be splashed in the news'.
Now you must know,
That I am you.
Old and forgotten.
Let it be a lesson to you all,
Who wishes' for their book,
To be splashed in the news'.
Now you must know,
That I am you.
The Rats'
Now I have something to say to you all,
But dont get offended because I love you too.
Enticement, entrapment,
She always' took the bait,
Than you had the cheek to claim you was her mate.
She done the slander, that is true,
But if you were true too,
Than it would have stopped at you.
But instead you took it to your mate,
To instigate trouble,
To make her look double.
The two-face girl,
She was who,
Maybe, just maybe,
She was you.
But dont get offended because I love you too.
Enticement, entrapment,
She always' took the bait,
Than you had the cheek to claim you was her mate.
She done the slander, that is true,
But if you were true too,
Than it would have stopped at you.
But instead you took it to your mate,
To instigate trouble,
To make her look double.
The two-face girl,
She was who,
Maybe, just maybe,
She was you.
Saturday, 10 October 2009
Who ?
I have nothing, she does say,
They take all my stuff away.
They are thief's, she says,
She, who never share's the way.
Sorry I say, who is the thief, here today,
Is not my belonging's shared by you.
You keep your stuff ,
Away it's true,
So, who is the thief, this day,
Not me, I say.
They take all my stuff away.
They are thief's, she says,
She, who never share's the way.
Sorry I say, who is the thief, here today,
Is not my belonging's shared by you.
You keep your stuff ,
Away it's true,
So, who is the thief, this day,
Not me, I say.
The House Will Come To Play
The house will come today,
In a land lost to slaves',
You say you are,
But true,
Because you are,
The chosen who,
If that is true,
Then you need to lead,
By example too.
In a land lost to slaves',
You say you are,
But true,
Because you are,
The chosen who,
If that is true,
Then you need to lead,
By example too.
Thursday, 8 October 2009
The Taxi
The car's on the street,
The shoppers' compete,
To get a warm seat.
The warm seat they share,
Upon the frost driven chair,
Feeling the cold winter's' air.
The kettle's on the hob,
The shopper would stop,
To hitch the ride.
Come back and pay,
Again and again,
With a nice brew,
To ease the strain,
Of the cold shopper's pain.
Sit down dear,
Lets' get you a brew,
Only one will do.
I'll have to stop here,
The next time I shop.
What a nice lot,
Of drivers', in stock.
The brew and the air are not bad too,
So when I am out,
I'll stop by the shop,
Get some rich tea biscuit's,
For the good lad's,
Who struggle and strive,
To get us home, from our beautiful buy's.
The shoppers' compete,
To get a warm seat.
The warm seat they share,
Upon the frost driven chair,
Feeling the cold winter's' air.
The kettle's on the hob,
The shopper would stop,
To hitch the ride.
Come back and pay,
Again and again,
With a nice brew,
To ease the strain,
Of the cold shopper's pain.
Sit down dear,
Lets' get you a brew,
Only one will do.
I'll have to stop here,
The next time I shop.
What a nice lot,
Of drivers', in stock.
The brew and the air are not bad too,
So when I am out,
I'll stop by the shop,
Get some rich tea biscuit's,
For the good lad's,
Who struggle and strive,
To get us home, from our beautiful buy's.
Kiss
Ah, ha, so you finally caught me,
My big sisters',
I thought I had fled,
I thought I had run,
Only to find out, that you guys',
Were mum.
Kiss Loads'.
My big sisters',
I thought I had fled,
I thought I had run,
Only to find out, that you guys',
Were mum.
Kiss Loads'.
Tuesday, 6 October 2009
The One Who Knew
Why wasn't it she,
Who didn't flee,
The paid family.
It played on the mind,
Many a time,
She was an orphan,
One of a kind.
Sent in the mob,
Tried to win,
But she was the one who did grin.
Shouldn't have paid,
Really believed,
It wasn't a responsibility.
But as time grow on,
Saw, sunshine that shone,
Maybe this orphan, was meant to be,
Part of the united family ?.
The plot and the scheme,
The blackmail theme,
Failed and failed.
Blackmail went pale.
Who didn't flee,
The paid family.
It played on the mind,
Many a time,
She was an orphan,
One of a kind.
Sent in the mob,
Tried to win,
But she was the one who did grin.
Shouldn't have paid,
Really believed,
It wasn't a responsibility.
But as time grow on,
Saw, sunshine that shone,
Maybe this orphan, was meant to be,
Part of the united family ?.
The plot and the scheme,
The blackmail theme,
Failed and failed.
Blackmail went pale.
India's Tea
I had this aunt,
Who loved to drink tea,
Not just any old cuppa,
It had to be,
The India Tea.
Porcelain china,
She did say,
Not that one today.
Her guests' use to come,
To sit in wait,
For their best mate.
What was that, you might say,
The India way.
I used to stand in the kitchen,
To listen to the chatter,
The crowd who loved to natter,
Over their nice brew,
From the India crew.
Don't you forget,
To keep the tea warm,
For the nice welcome,
Of the old natter,
For the best chitter chatter.
I use to stand in the kitchen,
With the tea pot,
Listening as they made words' for the day,
Dreaming of the fields',
Where they do plot,
The next crop,
For that old shop,
Where me aunt did pay,
For the best brew,
From the India crew.
I used to stand half the day,
By that old kettle,
Wishing I was free,
Like the kids' who plant that beautiful tea.
Who loved to drink tea,
Not just any old cuppa,
It had to be,
The India Tea.
Porcelain china,
She did say,
Not that one today.
Her guests' use to come,
To sit in wait,
For their best mate.
What was that, you might say,
The India way.
I used to stand in the kitchen,
To listen to the chatter,
The crowd who loved to natter,
Over their nice brew,
From the India crew.
Don't you forget,
To keep the tea warm,
For the nice welcome,
Of the old natter,
For the best chitter chatter.
I use to stand in the kitchen,
With the tea pot,
Listening as they made words' for the day,
Dreaming of the fields',
Where they do plot,
The next crop,
For that old shop,
Where me aunt did pay,
For the best brew,
From the India crew.
I used to stand half the day,
By that old kettle,
Wishing I was free,
Like the kids' who plant that beautiful tea.
Sunday, 4 October 2009
Virtue
A woman's virtue,
Is her grace, of this wonderful faith.
She adorns' your palace,
With wonderful lace,
With her face, perfumed grace.
Then you come with your spike,
And give her a disastrous hike.
Leaving her plastered, disgraced.
Oh, she will give you a nice word,
Need I say; what the name calling,
She will give you back, not the adorning.
Of a beautiful name.
She will be sweet, as you treat her delicious meat,
With the right etiquette's', of the eat.
The woman's adorning,
In the morning,
Will be at your feet,
To greet you so sweet,
With the right etiquette's', to meet.
The flight will take place,
If your disgrace; is against a woman's sweet embrace.
So, becareful to take, the woman's haste,
In place of disgrace, next to the banished, marital sin,
You will not win.
Is her grace, of this wonderful faith.
She adorns' your palace,
With wonderful lace,
With her face, perfumed grace.
Then you come with your spike,
And give her a disastrous hike.
Leaving her plastered, disgraced.
Oh, she will give you a nice word,
Need I say; what the name calling,
She will give you back, not the adorning.
Of a beautiful name.
She will be sweet, as you treat her delicious meat,
With the right etiquette's', of the eat.
The woman's adorning,
In the morning,
Will be at your feet,
To greet you so sweet,
With the right etiquette's', to meet.
The flight will take place,
If your disgrace; is against a woman's sweet embrace.
So, becareful to take, the woman's haste,
In place of disgrace, next to the banished, marital sin,
You will not win.
Saturday, 3 October 2009
The Gamblers' Place
Oh, Gamblers' fleet,
Do you not meet,
The childrens' feet,
Of India.
Oh, Gamblers' fleet,
Do you not greet,
The carpet loom,
Of India's groom.
The childrens' feet,
Do sweat as they make,
While you bet,
All of the rate,
Oh, my, what a state.
You live all the while,
While your children do pile,
No food in the fridge.
Does it have to be,
Just India.
The children do sit, six at a time,
While they work, from six in the morning , 'til nine.
They lace the carpet sweet,
While we walk on the mat,
With our shoes', from the street,
Oh, have you not met,
The children who fret,
For fifty pence a week,
India's fleet.
Feeling too weak,
To flee the trade that pays',
For their family to eat, just a few bits' of nice meat.
In India.
Oh Gambler, please meet,
Our dear children,
So weak.
From here to the coast of India.
They line the coast,
In wait for the day,
Their ship will arrive; at a dock that will provide,
A new life, for a people who do strive.
In India.
As for the children, who grow up with a father who graces' the Gamblers' parlour,
They feel the fret of their mothers' debt.
Living in fear of the alcohol cheer,
At the failure of the cost of the debt,
Oh, it is the place of the Gamblers' grace,
That holds' the future of the childrens' haste,
To leave their homes', to flee their mothers' ,
Who are beaten to give up their purse, to feed and nurse.
Go now, to the Gamblers' place,
Do you know its' wonderful grace.
Lets' all cheer,
Our winnings' are here.
Where are they ?, your children do say.
In the hands' of the shop,
Who is like a bin,
For the children who never grin.
Leaving in fear of the Gamblers' dream,
Go now and feel your Gamblers place,
It's haven, oh, how you love the day.
You sit in your chair, you stare at the screen ,
Awaiting for your horse, to come in.
When it arrives', in last place,
You do scream,
I wish, I did bet, the one next to my mate,
For he is grinning, as he is making his next markings'.
The next bet comes' in, and he waits', greedy he does grin,
Red faced and sad , does he leave ,
When his horse does flee,
His mates', laughing at him,
As he leaves' with his head down,
Out of that place,
The hell has brought the haven down.
Go now, leave your kids',
They will be alright,
Next time you win,
Or, will that bet, never come in ?.
I believe in,
Nine until five, so you and your wife will thrive.
Living with your children,
Addressing their needs',
So they grow and eat,
Be strong to stand on their two feet,
To eat from the sweet breeze,
Of their family line.
Go away from that place, leave that old street,
Be brave,
Never to grace,
The home of the never winning.
It is but an end, to no beginning.
Do you not meet,
The childrens' feet,
Of India.
Oh, Gamblers' fleet,
Do you not greet,
The carpet loom,
Of India's groom.
The childrens' feet,
Do sweat as they make,
While you bet,
All of the rate,
Oh, my, what a state.
You live all the while,
While your children do pile,
No food in the fridge.
Does it have to be,
Just India.
The children do sit, six at a time,
While they work, from six in the morning , 'til nine.
They lace the carpet sweet,
While we walk on the mat,
With our shoes', from the street,
Oh, have you not met,
The children who fret,
For fifty pence a week,
India's fleet.
Feeling too weak,
To flee the trade that pays',
For their family to eat, just a few bits' of nice meat.
In India.
Oh Gambler, please meet,
Our dear children,
So weak.
From here to the coast of India.
They line the coast,
In wait for the day,
Their ship will arrive; at a dock that will provide,
A new life, for a people who do strive.
In India.
As for the children, who grow up with a father who graces' the Gamblers' parlour,
They feel the fret of their mothers' debt.
Living in fear of the alcohol cheer,
At the failure of the cost of the debt,
Oh, it is the place of the Gamblers' grace,
That holds' the future of the childrens' haste,
To leave their homes', to flee their mothers' ,
Who are beaten to give up their purse, to feed and nurse.
Go now, to the Gamblers' place,
Do you know its' wonderful grace.
Lets' all cheer,
Our winnings' are here.
Where are they ?, your children do say.
In the hands' of the shop,
Who is like a bin,
For the children who never grin.
Leaving in fear of the Gamblers' dream,
Go now and feel your Gamblers place,
It's haven, oh, how you love the day.
You sit in your chair, you stare at the screen ,
Awaiting for your horse, to come in.
When it arrives', in last place,
You do scream,
I wish, I did bet, the one next to my mate,
For he is grinning, as he is making his next markings'.
The next bet comes' in, and he waits', greedy he does grin,
Red faced and sad , does he leave ,
When his horse does flee,
His mates', laughing at him,
As he leaves' with his head down,
Out of that place,
The hell has brought the haven down.
Go now, leave your kids',
They will be alright,
Next time you win,
Or, will that bet, never come in ?.
I believe in,
Nine until five, so you and your wife will thrive.
Living with your children,
Addressing their needs',
So they grow and eat,
Be strong to stand on their two feet,
To eat from the sweet breeze,
Of their family line.
Go away from that place, leave that old street,
Be brave,
Never to grace,
The home of the never winning.
It is but an end, to no beginning.
The Dog' Picnic
Oh, you funny dog,
Who does help the blind.
Why do you do it ?,
Oh, you do poo it,
All over our lawn,
Where we wish to be seen,
Eating vanilla ice cream.
Oh, you funny dog,
You walk right the way through it,
While you do, do it,
On our lawn that we wish to adorn,
With beautiful blankets'
And picnics', past dawn.
Oh, you funny dog,
Why do you do it ?,
Why do you poo it ?,
Over our luscious lawns.
Where our children wish to be seen, playing football ,
And eating ice cream.
Oh you funny dog,
You leave your poo it; while you do; do it,
All over the place, where our kids' play.
Why do you do it ?,
Why Do you poo it ?,
Where the kids' play,
A wonderful grace,
In a park full of your poo it,
Please walk my friend, over the other end.
Who does help the blind.
Why do you do it ?,
Oh, you do poo it,
All over our lawn,
Where we wish to be seen,
Eating vanilla ice cream.
Oh, you funny dog,
You walk right the way through it,
While you do, do it,
On our lawn that we wish to adorn,
With beautiful blankets'
And picnics', past dawn.
Oh, you funny dog,
Why do you do it ?,
Why do you poo it ?,
Over our luscious lawns.
Where our children wish to be seen, playing football ,
And eating ice cream.
Oh you funny dog,
You leave your poo it; while you do; do it,
All over the place, where our kids' play.
Why do you do it ?,
Why Do you poo it ?,
Where the kids' play,
A wonderful grace,
In a park full of your poo it,
Please walk my friend, over the other end.
The Barren Land
Maybe it was not me,
But was God's plan,
For he is the one who understands',
The ways' of Societies' murderous hand.
Maybe God has a plan,
A bigger plan than you will ever understand,
To release the heart of this barren land.
We are all part of destinies' hand.
God help us all,
Carry his plan,
He is the almighty hand.
Who does write our lives' for us,
Before we walk his land,
Before we hit his dust.
Turn to him, for he is love.
But was God's plan,
For he is the one who understands',
The ways' of Societies' murderous hand.
Maybe God has a plan,
A bigger plan than you will ever understand,
To release the heart of this barren land.
We are all part of destinies' hand.
God help us all,
Carry his plan,
He is the almighty hand.
Who does write our lives' for us,
Before we walk his land,
Before we hit his dust.
Turn to him, for he is love.
The Book
Oh, people of ye, that; who do judge,
Do you not believe, that your book, too,
Will lie, in wait for you.
Oh; how dear, I hold mine, to my heart,
Open for you all to see,
My heart if surely free.
Do you not believe, that your book, too,
Will lie, in wait for you.
Oh; how dear, I hold mine, to my heart,
Open for you all to see,
My heart if surely free.
Fragrant Mind
It is easy to be mean,
Ugly and unclean.
But to be good and kind,
With a fragrance of mind.
Is the hardest thing,
You will surely find.
How many people,
With souls', who have dark riddle.
But to find a soul, one of a kind,
Who lights' the world,
With beautiful smells',
Is surely the hardest thing.
Even the clearest of springs',
Will have mud,
That you can not touch.
Laying at the bottom of its', richest floods'.
Ugly and unclean.
But to be good and kind,
With a fragrance of mind.
Is the hardest thing,
You will surely find.
How many people,
With souls', who have dark riddle.
But to find a soul, one of a kind,
Who lights' the world,
With beautiful smells',
Is surely the hardest thing.
Even the clearest of springs',
Will have mud,
That you can not touch.
Laying at the bottom of its', richest floods'.
Friday, 2 October 2009
Sheba Free
Who is she,
The Sheba free,
Who can relate,
Articulately.
It's not me,
I am but a mumble, bumble.
Who is she,
The Sheba free,
Who can speak,
So accurately.
It's not me,
I am just a twitter-tweeter,
That sometimes' finds, a little mutter,
Over the morning butter.
Oh, who is she,
The Sheba free,
Who finds those words',
That flow like the spread of butter.
It's not me,
I have a little stutter,
I try my best not to utter.
Over that tasty butter.
The Sheba free,
Who can relate,
Articulately.
It's not me,
I am but a mumble, bumble.
Who is she,
The Sheba free,
Who can speak,
So accurately.
It's not me,
I am just a twitter-tweeter,
That sometimes' finds, a little mutter,
Over the morning butter.
Oh, who is she,
The Sheba free,
Who finds those words',
That flow like the spread of butter.
It's not me,
I have a little stutter,
I try my best not to utter.
Over that tasty butter.
Give Me A Bite
I know this guy,
Who would surely die,
If I didn't write anything about apple pie.
So, I decided to write about; a fresh food dish,
It has to be said, that cherry pie,
Is the best.
Oh, I should not mince my word's,
Because of the chef,
He is so mean; when it comes to, rhubarb and cream.
Meat dish, lamb and fish,
Don't tell the chef,
He hates a mess.
Rather; he likes his kitchen, sparkling clean,
Why is that chef, so mean.
Working all hours',
For a taste supreme,
No one can have a kitchen so clean,
Like a mad chef,
Who makes the best,
Meaty meal.
Oh; how really, real.
Give me a bite,
Of apple crumble delight.
Save it for my tummy,
I love yummy.
Who would surely die,
If I didn't write anything about apple pie.
So, I decided to write about; a fresh food dish,
It has to be said, that cherry pie,
Is the best.
Oh, I should not mince my word's,
Because of the chef,
He is so mean; when it comes to, rhubarb and cream.
Meat dish, lamb and fish,
Don't tell the chef,
He hates a mess.
Rather; he likes his kitchen, sparkling clean,
Why is that chef, so mean.
Working all hours',
For a taste supreme,
No one can have a kitchen so clean,
Like a mad chef,
Who makes the best,
Meaty meal.
Oh; how really, real.
Give me a bite,
Of apple crumble delight.
Save it for my tummy,
I love yummy.
Thursday, 1 October 2009
Fragrance Sweet
If you pick a rose,
As deep as the reddest passion,
It's fragrance and scent,
Like the fresh breeze of honey suckle dew.
You pick the petals' one by one,
What will you have left to bare,
A stem of the flower's head.
Though it's fragrance,
Will not be sweet,
And it's color faded bleak.
The seeds', will you find,
They will fall to the ground,
To meet; the tree of willow-side creek.
By willow - side creek, we walk.
In the soft breeze we talk.
We pass by the old stalks',
Of flowers' that once stood,
In the summer time breeze,
That spread, their sweet fragrance,
Of love, over the stream's and above.
Making passionate perfume for us .
Oh, sweet life of love.
As deep as the reddest passion,
It's fragrance and scent,
Like the fresh breeze of honey suckle dew.
You pick the petals' one by one,
What will you have left to bare,
A stem of the flower's head.
Though it's fragrance,
Will not be sweet,
And it's color faded bleak.
The seeds', will you find,
They will fall to the ground,
To meet; the tree of willow-side creek.
By willow - side creek, we walk.
In the soft breeze we talk.
We pass by the old stalks',
Of flowers' that once stood,
In the summer time breeze,
That spread, their sweet fragrance,
Of love, over the stream's and above.
Making passionate perfume for us .
Oh, sweet life of love.
Political, Stir - Fry
I saw an image today,
A cold image,
Past history does inflame,
The king, a theatrical hermaphrodite, oh please, not again.
You claim, relation ties',
Conflict here, does tell that stale lie,
Our beautiful community of hermaphrodites', do you offend ?
Leave it out, or our furthering political ties', will bend,
Do you understand, my friend,
Is it, not derogatory, best at still,
You do offend, the human grace,
Of our beautiful hemapohrodites'
Within our human race.
Furthering political ties'; abandonment of past events',
We wish for clear skies'.
Like the rain that falls' from the sky,
Washing away the political lie.
Leave the lie to die,
An image of, what you like,
Our people to eat,
The political route,
To stir-fry, you and your dirty lie.
Of past community events',
Our people, our lives',
A true way, awaits',
When images' of king George,
Do you portray,
Though fashion was it best display,
Are not you the one whose say'
Lets' display the fashion of the day.
A cold image,
Past history does inflame,
The king, a theatrical hermaphrodite, oh please, not again.
You claim, relation ties',
Conflict here, does tell that stale lie,
Our beautiful community of hermaphrodites', do you offend ?
Leave it out, or our furthering political ties', will bend,
Do you understand, my friend,
Is it, not derogatory, best at still,
You do offend, the human grace,
Of our beautiful hemapohrodites'
Within our human race.
Furthering political ties'; abandonment of past events',
We wish for clear skies'.
Like the rain that falls' from the sky,
Washing away the political lie.
Leave the lie to die,
An image of, what you like,
Our people to eat,
The political route,
To stir-fry, you and your dirty lie.
Of past community events',
Our people, our lives',
A true way, awaits',
When images' of king George,
Do you portray,
Though fashion was it best display,
Are not you the one whose say'
Lets' display the fashion of the day.
Wednesday, 23 September 2009
The Play
Oh in turn of day,
We make treasure display,
While the Friday community rests' and plays'.
Oh in turn of day,
We make treasure display,
While the Saturday community rest's and plays'.
Oh in turn of day,
We make treasure display while,
While the Sunday community rest's and plays'.
The rest and play is where the treasure does lay,
Friday, Saturday, Sunday,
As we make our way to the week,
The week is running the sheep.
We all have to rest and eat,
Play and sleep.
We make treasure display,
While the Friday community rests' and plays'.
Oh in turn of day,
We make treasure display,
While the Saturday community rest's and plays'.
Oh in turn of day,
We make treasure display while,
While the Sunday community rest's and plays'.
The rest and play is where the treasure does lay,
Friday, Saturday, Sunday,
As we make our way to the week,
The week is running the sheep.
We all have to rest and eat,
Play and sleep.
Wednesday, 9 September 2009
Daffodil Screen
When all is night and dark,
And the children are sleeping,
Gather together all of you,
To keep clear of hells' keeping.
Pick out slowly the krug,
From the streets,
The near same as the pubs'.
One, Two, Three,
We go together,
And see.
The nice clear parks',
A stroll on in the night,
A drive in the car,
Mind the man,
On a not good plan,
Hit and run,
From the krug next to the pub,
Leaving clean the daffodil screen.
And the children are sleeping,
Gather together all of you,
To keep clear of hells' keeping.
Pick out slowly the krug,
From the streets,
The near same as the pubs'.
One, Two, Three,
We go together,
And see.
The nice clear parks',
A stroll on in the night,
A drive in the car,
Mind the man,
On a not good plan,
Hit and run,
From the krug next to the pub,
Leaving clean the daffodil screen.
Sunday, 9 August 2009
We Meet
The city, the sky,
The land and the sea,
The night and the day,
The earth and the breeze.
The dog and the cat,
The door and the mat,
The cold and the heat,
We meet.
The shine and the dust,
The wood in the fire,
The water that cool's,
The lake.
The lake and the pond,
The pond and the swan,
The birds and the nest,
The nest in the trees',
We meet.
The wind in the air,
The summer would share,
The haste of the rain,
The winters' pain.
The foot in the door,
The key in the lock,
The cover on the bed,
The skirt and the frock.
The glass on the table,
The pen on the desk,
The ink in the well,
The post in the mail,
We meet.
The shop and the bread,
The milk and the cow,
The grass and the hay,
The meat for our meal,
The knife and the fork,
The salt and the pepper,
The juice we drink,
That makes us feel better
We meet.
The land and the sea,
The night and the day,
The earth and the breeze.
The dog and the cat,
The door and the mat,
The cold and the heat,
We meet.
The shine and the dust,
The wood in the fire,
The water that cool's,
The lake.
The lake and the pond,
The pond and the swan,
The birds and the nest,
The nest in the trees',
We meet.
The wind in the air,
The summer would share,
The haste of the rain,
The winters' pain.
The foot in the door,
The key in the lock,
The cover on the bed,
The skirt and the frock.
The glass on the table,
The pen on the desk,
The ink in the well,
The post in the mail,
We meet.
The shop and the bread,
The milk and the cow,
The grass and the hay,
The meat for our meal,
The knife and the fork,
The salt and the pepper,
The juice we drink,
That makes us feel better
We meet.
Monday, 27 July 2009
The Rose
The Rose,
With her petals' of satin,
Color of passion,
With the aroma of love,
With her elegance,
She does capture the heart,
Like that of the purest diamond,
The diamond verses the Rose,
And the rose verses the Diamond.
With her petals' of satin,
Color of passion,
With the aroma of love,
With her elegance,
She does capture the heart,
Like that of the purest diamond,
The diamond verses the Rose,
And the rose verses the Diamond.
Sunday, 26 July 2009
The Cherry Tree
I open my door to breath,
The sweet fresh air that the rain brings in.
I look across the road and see,
A sweet cherry tree.
Oh how sweet those cherries do grow,
In the mist of summer's glow,
On the sunlit days',
The cherries' do shine.
Also, in the winter's rain,
Upon my window frame.
Always' the shine is the same,
The months' do pass,
The days'do go,
But one thing is sure, I do know,
The shine of that cherry tree glow.
The sweet fresh air that the rain brings in.
I look across the road and see,
A sweet cherry tree.
Oh how sweet those cherries do grow,
In the mist of summer's glow,
On the sunlit days',
The cherries' do shine.
Also, in the winter's rain,
Upon my window frame.
Always' the shine is the same,
The months' do pass,
The days'do go,
But one thing is sure, I do know,
The shine of that cherry tree glow.
Saturday, 25 July 2009
KIDS
Gather, gather, together my friends',
For this day will never end.
I look out at the cityscape ahead,
And I see childhood fled.
Come back to the streets',
Fill the lanes' with your sweet feet,
As you skip along the dusty pavements',
Of the city.
Ride your bikes', get on those skates',
Be our children.
The children of the past,
Come back to us, we miss your noise,
Your mates' knocking on the door asking for the ball,
Climbing over fences', running along walls'.
Where has your adventure gone,
PlayStation is that wrong?
For this day will never end.
I look out at the cityscape ahead,
And I see childhood fled.
Come back to the streets',
Fill the lanes' with your sweet feet,
As you skip along the dusty pavements',
Of the city.
Ride your bikes', get on those skates',
Be our children.
The children of the past,
Come back to us, we miss your noise,
Your mates' knocking on the door asking for the ball,
Climbing over fences', running along walls'.
Where has your adventure gone,
PlayStation is that wrong?
The Author
Word after word,
phrase after phrase,
Give me a rest from my own daze,
Along the page of typo dialogue.
Page after page,
Ink after ink,
The writer does claim to think.
In the twists' and turns' of the author's story,
They reside in their own glories'.
Maybe the author never leaves the desk,
But by dusk, has travelled through space and time,
Through dark ages', realms',
Catching rebellions' of hell,
In a quest not to be misled.
After dark has come and dawning is up,
The author tries at best to request,
Breakfast on the balcony of a beautiful villa, with a friend the chinchilla,
As the author pull's out the plans' for the next chapter,
At hand.
He look's down at the ground, haven't left the seat,
While the author rejoices in the retreat.
Of the beautiful landscape that the words' have formed and the path to the cottage, of fairies' and goblins'.
To the next adventure of stallion horses' and knights' that ride in flight over the hills' of land that the winds' remember of time begone.
The author tries to gather at pace the air and grace,
The catcher of dreams', the living memory of story upon story,
The author.
phrase after phrase,
Give me a rest from my own daze,
Along the page of typo dialogue.
Page after page,
Ink after ink,
The writer does claim to think.
In the twists' and turns' of the author's story,
They reside in their own glories'.
Maybe the author never leaves the desk,
But by dusk, has travelled through space and time,
Through dark ages', realms',
Catching rebellions' of hell,
In a quest not to be misled.
After dark has come and dawning is up,
The author tries at best to request,
Breakfast on the balcony of a beautiful villa, with a friend the chinchilla,
As the author pull's out the plans' for the next chapter,
At hand.
He look's down at the ground, haven't left the seat,
While the author rejoices in the retreat.
Of the beautiful landscape that the words' have formed and the path to the cottage, of fairies' and goblins'.
To the next adventure of stallion horses' and knights' that ride in flight over the hills' of land that the winds' remember of time begone.
The author tries to gather at pace the air and grace,
The catcher of dreams', the living memory of story upon story,
The author.
Mistakes
Mistakes' with small words' can be damaging to the progression of successions' in humanities',
So watch your perfume, sweet children of poetry,
Essential to fill the space in time, I claim no fame,
As I strengthen my game, not all you see is about you reader dear,
Delight in peace.
I come and I go, no problem is it for me,
I spend my time in peace as I write alone,
To fill this space in time,
Alone.
The stories', the poems', the diplomatic goings',
The strong the weak,
Humanity is far from bleak.
Judge the pace, yet not your own face,
Bittersweet, majestic charm,
Go out and try to find no harm.
Like the sea swirling along the shore,
On a warm day,
Throw your imagination away,
And come back home to stay.
So watch your perfume, sweet children of poetry,
Essential to fill the space in time, I claim no fame,
As I strengthen my game, not all you see is about you reader dear,
Delight in peace.
I come and I go, no problem is it for me,
I spend my time in peace as I write alone,
To fill this space in time,
Alone.
The stories', the poems', the diplomatic goings',
The strong the weak,
Humanity is far from bleak.
Judge the pace, yet not your own face,
Bittersweet, majestic charm,
Go out and try to find no harm.
Like the sea swirling along the shore,
On a warm day,
Throw your imagination away,
And come back home to stay.
Wednesday, 15 July 2009
The tide of life
Along the shore of life,
We pull the strings',
Of the living.
We wish for stride,
While we ride the tide of the living.
Be with me, along the tide of life,
While we search for the forgiving.
We race the beach, with the wind upon our breast,
As we bring in the beginning.
Hardship loom's in the rooms',
Of those who are unforgiving.
Bring the light of hearts',
As we share this reliving,
We wish for stride,
While we ride the tide of the living,
Bring me back to my strings',
Give my a chance to think,
As I feel my way to living.
Be with me,
As we ride the tide of the forgiving,
Set aside your strife, don't let me down,
While we ride the tide of life,
Be it in the wind of the forgiving.
Don't be mad just be glad that we are here,
Back to our beginning.
So ride with me along the tide of life,
Along that shore of the living.
We pull the strings',
Of the living.
We wish for stride,
While we ride the tide of the living.
Be with me, along the tide of life,
While we search for the forgiving.
We race the beach, with the wind upon our breast,
As we bring in the beginning.
Hardship loom's in the rooms',
Of those who are unforgiving.
Bring the light of hearts',
As we share this reliving,
We wish for stride,
While we ride the tide of the living,
Bring me back to my strings',
Give my a chance to think,
As I feel my way to living.
Be with me,
As we ride the tide of the forgiving,
Set aside your strife, don't let me down,
While we ride the tide of life,
Be it in the wind of the forgiving.
Don't be mad just be glad that we are here,
Back to our beginning.
So ride with me along the tide of life,
Along that shore of the living.
Monday, 6 April 2009
A Place
The heart has been pushed,
Into a place it has never walked before,
Overgrown with feeling, longing, belonging,
Desire overtaking its' every beat,
Wishing it could meet,
The equal.
The equal in every way imaginable,
What power it has over all sense of logic,
Rules' and regulations', set methodical.
Waiting for the beat of the equal,
We await to meet.
In the hand of destiny, all well planned,
How well the undertaking of this,
I see has been well scanned.
We await the future,
Of what has already been planned.
Destiny is at hand.
Into a place it has never walked before,
Overgrown with feeling, longing, belonging,
Desire overtaking its' every beat,
Wishing it could meet,
The equal.
The equal in every way imaginable,
What power it has over all sense of logic,
Rules' and regulations', set methodical.
Waiting for the beat of the equal,
We await to meet.
In the hand of destiny, all well planned,
How well the undertaking of this,
I see has been well scanned.
We await the future,
Of what has already been planned.
Destiny is at hand.
Thursday, 2 April 2009
Autumns' Pale
What lays' ahead, only the future will tell,
If autumn will a spring, from the summers' trail,
We leave the sunshine, await the clouds' of hail,
We move into autumn's pale.
From autumn's pale, we see the leafs' fall to the ground,
Awaiting for promised sunshine found,
Water from the spring, we enjoy the fresh drink ,
We do await the flowers' that grow in the thick hedge row.
Birds' nesting in the trees', we see fledglings' learning to fly,
In the soft wind that the world does turn by,
Bring the birds' that do sing, at the beginning of spring.
Oh how love does grow, on flowers', drips' of water that does have power.
Clear and clean, no stain does the fresh stream bring.
Be it with clean voice does the clouds' do hail,
Bring the water from autumns' pale.
If autumn will a spring, from the summers' trail,
We leave the sunshine, await the clouds' of hail,
We move into autumn's pale.
From autumn's pale, we see the leafs' fall to the ground,
Awaiting for promised sunshine found,
Water from the spring, we enjoy the fresh drink ,
We do await the flowers' that grow in the thick hedge row.
Birds' nesting in the trees', we see fledglings' learning to fly,
In the soft wind that the world does turn by,
Bring the birds' that do sing, at the beginning of spring.
Oh how love does grow, on flowers', drips' of water that does have power.
Clear and clean, no stain does the fresh stream bring.
Be it with clean voice does the clouds' do hail,
Bring the water from autumns' pale.
Friday, 27 March 2009
Give Me Moonlight
Give me moonlight,
Give me sunshine.
Fly away with me,
Over the shadows',
That cast the earth.
Run wild over the hills',
Let me feel the sunshine deep.
Swim in the river,
Swim in the streams',
Lets' full fill our wildest dreams'.
The wild wind that blows',
The waves, on the shore line,
Brush our feet,
Let our clothes' flow, like silk,
As we speak.
Give me your hand and hold it tight,
As we share the brightest moonlight.
Lets' picnic on the sands',
Lets' run along the tide,
As it sweeps' our feet,
Let you sweep me away,
Across the sea.
Under the moonlight we will be.
Forever in eternity.
Give me sunshine.
Fly away with me,
Over the shadows',
That cast the earth.
Run wild over the hills',
Let me feel the sunshine deep.
Swim in the river,
Swim in the streams',
Lets' full fill our wildest dreams'.
The wild wind that blows',
The waves, on the shore line,
Brush our feet,
Let our clothes' flow, like silk,
As we speak.
Give me your hand and hold it tight,
As we share the brightest moonlight.
Lets' picnic on the sands',
Lets' run along the tide,
As it sweeps' our feet,
Let you sweep me away,
Across the sea.
Under the moonlight we will be.
Forever in eternity.
Sunday, 22 March 2009
Choice
Oh how time has been and gone,
In the old years', bygone of age,
Desperation is not of my phrase.
We have grown together,
This hour we do share,
For the strength of man,
United, not in fight.
To live together,
We do plough through,
No struggle should be had,
Freedom of choice.
In verse does it stand,
By that of religions', hands',
Hold together, be strong,
Freedom of choice is not wrong.
In the old years', bygone of age,
Desperation is not of my phrase.
We have grown together,
This hour we do share,
For the strength of man,
United, not in fight.
To live together,
We do plough through,
No struggle should be had,
Freedom of choice.
In verse does it stand,
By that of religions', hands',
Hold together, be strong,
Freedom of choice is not wrong.
Friday, 20 March 2009
Sketch
Sketch that paper,
Put something down.
Now, I say, I am not messing around.
Draw that picture,
Now I say, or I will not hear.
Go to your book, pull up that pen,
Listen to me now, or I will go again.
Don't be slow on that mark,
Go to that paper and make a start.
You girl, don't mess around,
Get on with it now,
Don't let me down.
Don't worry, I say,
I will begin, I my own time,
I will win.
Put something down.
Now, I say, I am not messing around.
Draw that picture,
Now I say, or I will not hear.
Go to your book, pull up that pen,
Listen to me now, or I will go again.
Don't be slow on that mark,
Go to that paper and make a start.
You girl, don't mess around,
Get on with it now,
Don't let me down.
Don't worry, I say,
I will begin, I my own time,
I will win.
Sunday, 15 March 2009
I Wish To Write
Be quite, go away, leave me alone.
I do say, I am trying to write,
As my kids begin to fight.
What's that noise you kids' are making,
Quit down, I am concentrating.
What did you say, behave.
I am writing, quite down.
Please don't fight, as I start to write.
Why are you jumping up and down?,
As I shout at them with a frown.
Go play in the garden it's a lovely day.
Why are you here?,
Sitting beside me, while I work.
I really don't need you to sit on my shoulder.
Go play in the garden on your swing,
I need to relax, as I begin.
Don't say that, why do you scream.
Go in the garden, I really wish to begin.
Why are you in this beautiful day?,
I do say, as I pray.
Leave me here and go on your swing,
Why do you insist on staying in?.
TV today please, no, go in the garden and play.
Why do you insist to stay?.
What did you ask for?,
A drink you say, get it yourself you are of a big age.
Do you really think, I am still your slave?.
Now I am not asking, I am telling you , please,
Go on your swing, I need to be at ease.
With a twist and a turn,
How can I get these kids to learn?.
With a battle I fight,
Get out into the garden.
Now I say, or there be nothing nice for you tonight,
So give up that fight.
I am your mummy, remember that,
As you sit on the living room mat.
Arms folding over and lips turning down,
I release my frown, who is winning,
I believe it is not me.
Oh please, leave me at ease,
Go to that garden, please.
With a turn of your head, you look at me,
OK mummy, I will do as you please.
Remember when your in the garden,
Take off your shoes, before you enter the house again.
Oh at last working again,
As I hear the kids' in the garden.
At ease, I do begin,
One minute, what is that I hear?.
A cry, a scream, oh my god dear.
What happened?, are you alright?,
Did you fall down?, or did you fight?.
Come in and have a plaster,
Are you ok now?,
Can I write?, please my little dear,
I don't wish to fight.
With a sigh you look at me,
Ok mummy you say with ease.
I do say, I am trying to write,
As my kids begin to fight.
What's that noise you kids' are making,
Quit down, I am concentrating.
What did you say, behave.
I am writing, quite down.
Please don't fight, as I start to write.
Why are you jumping up and down?,
As I shout at them with a frown.
Go play in the garden it's a lovely day.
Why are you here?,
Sitting beside me, while I work.
I really don't need you to sit on my shoulder.
Go play in the garden on your swing,
I need to relax, as I begin.
Don't say that, why do you scream.
Go in the garden, I really wish to begin.
Why are you in this beautiful day?,
I do say, as I pray.
Leave me here and go on your swing,
Why do you insist on staying in?.
TV today please, no, go in the garden and play.
Why do you insist to stay?.
What did you ask for?,
A drink you say, get it yourself you are of a big age.
Do you really think, I am still your slave?.
Now I am not asking, I am telling you , please,
Go on your swing, I need to be at ease.
With a twist and a turn,
How can I get these kids to learn?.
With a battle I fight,
Get out into the garden.
Now I say, or there be nothing nice for you tonight,
So give up that fight.
I am your mummy, remember that,
As you sit on the living room mat.
Arms folding over and lips turning down,
I release my frown, who is winning,
I believe it is not me.
Oh please, leave me at ease,
Go to that garden, please.
With a turn of your head, you look at me,
OK mummy, I will do as you please.
Remember when your in the garden,
Take off your shoes, before you enter the house again.
Oh at last working again,
As I hear the kids' in the garden.
At ease, I do begin,
One minute, what is that I hear?.
A cry, a scream, oh my god dear.
What happened?, are you alright?,
Did you fall down?, or did you fight?.
Come in and have a plaster,
Are you ok now?,
Can I write?, please my little dear,
I don't wish to fight.
With a sigh you look at me,
Ok mummy you say with ease.
Friday, 13 March 2009
Gilly up Horse
Hey, gilly up horse,
Gilly up, I say,
You dont wish to be left behind today.
Hey, gilly up horse,
Gilly up, I say,
You dont wish to be left at home, I say.
Hey you horse, gilly up, on your way.
Go see how the apples' do bob in the water spray.
You horse, carry that box, I say,
Before I leave you on your ways'.
Be brave, you horse, I do say,
For you carry the food for the day.
Don't drop that box you hear,
For I will let you here.
Hey horse, you I say,
We will travel together our way.
Gilly up, I say!
Gilly up, I say,
You dont wish to be left behind today.
Hey, gilly up horse,
Gilly up, I say,
You dont wish to be left at home, I say.
Hey you horse, gilly up, on your way.
Go see how the apples' do bob in the water spray.
You horse, carry that box, I say,
Before I leave you on your ways'.
Be brave, you horse, I do say,
For you carry the food for the day.
Don't drop that box you hear,
For I will let you here.
Hey horse, you I say,
We will travel together our way.
Gilly up, I say!
Thursday, 12 March 2009
Resting Place
Where did you go, yes you,
The one who called me here.
You gave me a voice of thought,
A place to rest, a time to chat,
A time to catch my dreams.
They were lost and now I have found them,
They have risen again from the depth of my mind.
How is that? You, the one who calls me here,
The unrest of our ever rounding quest.
You called me here, from around the bend,
Behind the pictures and the news of our time,
How is it, that I find myself here?
Once again, the dreams arising from my mind.
Hope, aspiration, love cast this heart three ways,
Oh do behave, how do I find myself in this place?
Behind the dreams, I see, now I have a resting place.
A place full of people the same as me, watching from afar,
As I come to life like that of the falling stars.
I find myself dreaming once again,
Maybe one day, I will find these words,
Upon your heart, reader dear,
You will never part.
The one who called me here.
You gave me a voice of thought,
A place to rest, a time to chat,
A time to catch my dreams.
They were lost and now I have found them,
They have risen again from the depth of my mind.
How is that? You, the one who calls me here,
The unrest of our ever rounding quest.
You called me here, from around the bend,
Behind the pictures and the news of our time,
How is it, that I find myself here?
Once again, the dreams arising from my mind.
Hope, aspiration, love cast this heart three ways,
Oh do behave, how do I find myself in this place?
Behind the dreams, I see, now I have a resting place.
A place full of people the same as me, watching from afar,
As I come to life like that of the falling stars.
I find myself dreaming once again,
Maybe one day, I will find these words,
Upon your heart, reader dear,
You will never part.
Wednesday, 11 March 2009
Springing Child
Bright sunny, does the sun shine,
Honey brings us home in the summer time.
Birds sing upon the branches thin,
we hear the natural water spring.
We sit upon the grass so dry,
We hear the bees come out of hive.
How delicate they hum.
They have a beautiful drive,
To make honey for their hive.
The smell of the grass,
The color of the flowers.
The rich power of this beauty,
How we love them so.
The flowers glow in summer,
As they do in spring.
We hear the words so wild,
Of this springing child.
Honey brings us home in the summer time.
Birds sing upon the branches thin,
we hear the natural water spring.
We sit upon the grass so dry,
We hear the bees come out of hive.
How delicate they hum.
They have a beautiful drive,
To make honey for their hive.
The smell of the grass,
The color of the flowers.
The rich power of this beauty,
How we love them so.
The flowers glow in summer,
As they do in spring.
We hear the words so wild,
Of this springing child.
Sunday, 8 March 2009
Rare
What woman does love theses days',
In a world that is only full of odd phase.
We do find a treasure no wealth can buy,
It is rare as rare as the most rarest butterfly.
We look, we read , we hear , we see,
We wish, we wish for the next words.
As a heart is,
What is stood upon this book?.
No heart have we met that is the same as this,
How can this be?,
Who is she?.
The most well understood,
Amongst them that fly,
Like the rarest of the butterflies.
We are seemingly flying together,
Lets fly.
In a world that is only full of odd phase.
We do find a treasure no wealth can buy,
It is rare as rare as the most rarest butterfly.
We look, we read , we hear , we see,
We wish, we wish for the next words.
As a heart is,
What is stood upon this book?.
No heart have we met that is the same as this,
How can this be?,
Who is she?.
The most well understood,
Amongst them that fly,
Like the rarest of the butterflies.
We are seemingly flying together,
Lets fly.
Saturday, 7 March 2009
Time and Space
It is everything, my heart does render.
The call of romance and love,
War and battle, confusion and struggle.
Do we find these Doves' this age?.
We are indeed my dear and darling,
Unique of time and space.
We are that of the old age, wise we rise,
Silent we hide, in this world that hears,
No sigh.
we try to battle on,
With the courage of old thought.
We belong in the years that have begone.
We are here, we see the future near,
Vision is our call, no need to say more.
We are, we now, we will live on.
Through the age of time, history is our line.
Our names they will put, research they will find,
Due to our intellectual minds.
The call of romance and love,
War and battle, confusion and struggle.
Do we find these Doves' this age?.
We are indeed my dear and darling,
Unique of time and space.
We are that of the old age, wise we rise,
Silent we hide, in this world that hears,
No sigh.
we try to battle on,
With the courage of old thought.
We belong in the years that have begone.
We are here, we see the future near,
Vision is our call, no need to say more.
We are, we now, we will live on.
Through the age of time, history is our line.
Our names they will put, research they will find,
Due to our intellectual minds.
Friday, 6 March 2009
Messages
I miss your messages,
Your sweet voice do I hear,
I think the day is not so clear,
Wishing you were here.
Nothing do I see,
Apart from you,
Come be near me,
With your messages so dear,
To my open ear,
A life do I bare, the fragile tears,
Give me strength,
With your endearing charms,
I do need your arms.
Cuddle me, engulf me,
See me here,
Dress me, my sweet,
My darling dear.
Your sweet voice do I hear,
I think the day is not so clear,
Wishing you were here.
Nothing do I see,
Apart from you,
Come be near me,
With your messages so dear,
To my open ear,
A life do I bare, the fragile tears,
Give me strength,
With your endearing charms,
I do need your arms.
Cuddle me, engulf me,
See me here,
Dress me, my sweet,
My darling dear.
Thursday, 5 March 2009
The King
The Heart of a King,
Behold, he is looking,
For his Queen.
Wait, he stops,
Look this way,
I have found a poor,
Queen this day.
She is bold, as bold, as can be,
I will hold,
I will await the key.
When I find it,
In, upon my knee.
Then maybe, just maybe,
We will see,
No delusion,
Is she under,
No pressure does she feel,
She holds on to her head,
And does but kneel.
The heart of the brave,
Can not be brought,
No money, can be sought.
A Queen.
Behold, he is looking,
For his Queen.
Wait, he stops,
Look this way,
I have found a poor,
Queen this day.
She is bold, as bold, as can be,
I will hold,
I will await the key.
When I find it,
In, upon my knee.
Then maybe, just maybe,
We will see,
No delusion,
Is she under,
No pressure does she feel,
She holds on to her head,
And does but kneel.
The heart of the brave,
Can not be brought,
No money, can be sought.
A Queen.
Wednesday, 4 March 2009
Looking For
What is it, you say,
To me, this day,
Your heart is yearning,
You feel the burning.
The heat, the fire,
The emotions are higher,
Then ever before,
I know that I am sure.
The rage the anger,
The bitterness pour,
Rain and thunder,
Galore.
This is marked by a question for sure,
I have not the answer,
I have the answer for this and that,
During our chats,
But the answer your looking for,
Its in my heart for sure,
I am looking for the door.
To me, this day,
Your heart is yearning,
You feel the burning.
The heat, the fire,
The emotions are higher,
Then ever before,
I know that I am sure.
The rage the anger,
The bitterness pour,
Rain and thunder,
Galore.
This is marked by a question for sure,
I have not the answer,
I have the answer for this and that,
During our chats,
But the answer your looking for,
Its in my heart for sure,
I am looking for the door.
Tuesday, 3 March 2009
With Ease
Mild and gentle,
Should be the breeze,
Of this here,
You go with ease.
I am that of worth,
Not a slave to words,
Not told will I be,
Yet to hold, is it me.
I try to please,
I hold my words,
I write as I can,
And retract.
Yet I find you one,
Your needs are very hard to please,
Please will you take me with ease.
I have no say,
I am not free,
My words are what do please.
So where does that leave me,
In a ring for all to see,
Barring myself on my knees,
Yet I still find myself saying please,
Take this with ease.
Should be the breeze,
Of this here,
You go with ease.
I am that of worth,
Not a slave to words,
Not told will I be,
Yet to hold, is it me.
I try to please,
I hold my words,
I write as I can,
And retract.
Yet I find you one,
Your needs are very hard to please,
Please will you take me with ease.
I have no say,
I am not free,
My words are what do please.
So where does that leave me,
In a ring for all to see,
Barring myself on my knees,
Yet I still find myself saying please,
Take this with ease.
Friday, 27 February 2009
The Pushing Spring
Around in a daze,
In a circle, I spin,
I do craze only one thing.
I feel emotions, sensitivity,
I feel affection, attraction,
A following string, a clean kind of spring.
The water is cool,
Refreshing to drink,
Oh how you do push me to think.
I gather my thoughts and try my best,
Here this day, I try to rest.
Again and again,
I try to resist, with the feeling your pushing,
I cant resist.
You send me that rose,
You buy me the ring,
You await the calling,
The announcement of one thing.
My voice is quite, I try to hide,
I try to deny,
This very thing,
But with that push,
You do insist,
How can a girl truly resist.
In a circle, I spin,
I do craze only one thing.
I feel emotions, sensitivity,
I feel affection, attraction,
A following string, a clean kind of spring.
The water is cool,
Refreshing to drink,
Oh how you do push me to think.
I gather my thoughts and try my best,
Here this day, I try to rest.
Again and again,
I try to resist, with the feeling your pushing,
I cant resist.
You send me that rose,
You buy me the ring,
You await the calling,
The announcement of one thing.
My voice is quite, I try to hide,
I try to deny,
This very thing,
But with that push,
You do insist,
How can a girl truly resist.
Thursday, 26 February 2009
Words to Speak
Blankness, nothing,
No writing comes to mind,
I hear the words forming,
Retreating in my head.
I have some flicker for all to see,
The pages are getting closer to me.
I try to pick the pen up in my near sight,
I dont wish to make fight.
I know the chance of this, here to be,
Nothing will ever measure up to thee.
I hear the sweet nothings that are whispered to me,
I try my best to avoid,
Run out of this here town,
Only to come home, where my heart,
Has now been thrown.
I have many words to speak,
I try my best to retreat,
I read through articles,
Through the lines,
I try my best to,
Make no crime.
No writing comes to mind,
I hear the words forming,
Retreating in my head.
I have some flicker for all to see,
The pages are getting closer to me.
I try to pick the pen up in my near sight,
I dont wish to make fight.
I know the chance of this, here to be,
Nothing will ever measure up to thee.
I hear the sweet nothings that are whispered to me,
I try my best to avoid,
Run out of this here town,
Only to come home, where my heart,
Has now been thrown.
I have many words to speak,
I try my best to retreat,
I read through articles,
Through the lines,
I try my best to,
Make no crime.
Monday, 23 February 2009
Sweet Whispers
The love hidden between the lines,
The hurt, the pain sometimes,
The moonlight,
The stars,
The touch and the kiss.
The sweet whispers of it all,
The flowers, the perfume,
The the dress and the zip,
The field and the daisy
where we use to skip.
The house, the baby,
The romance of it all,
The mess, the shoes,
The mud and the strew,
From the bunny rabbit galore.
Here we go, out of the dream,
Home sweet home isn't it Just,
No room for perfume no more,
Just the smell of the cleaned floor.
The hurt, the pain sometimes,
The moonlight,
The stars,
The touch and the kiss.
The sweet whispers of it all,
The flowers, the perfume,
The the dress and the zip,
The field and the daisy
where we use to skip.
The house, the baby,
The romance of it all,
The mess, the shoes,
The mud and the strew,
From the bunny rabbit galore.
Here we go, out of the dream,
Home sweet home isn't it Just,
No room for perfume no more,
Just the smell of the cleaned floor.
Sunday, 22 February 2009
Shut It Out
Shut it out, shut it out,
I don't like what I read,
Ignore it, bury it,
It doesn't exist.
Its not there, its not true,
I don't care,
I always get, what I want,
I never except the answer no.
I don't believe that word exists.
Carry on, on that steep path,
I will not stop,
I have no limits,
I don't know the meaning of it.
I will not listen, I have one creed,
And that is, I believe in the power of me.
I don't like what I read,
Ignore it, bury it,
It doesn't exist.
Its not there, its not true,
I don't care,
I always get, what I want,
I never except the answer no.
I don't believe that word exists.
Carry on, on that steep path,
I will not stop,
I have no limits,
I don't know the meaning of it.
I will not listen, I have one creed,
And that is, I believe in the power of me.
Fair Tale
The moon was shinning over the boat,
I sat and waited, wishing,
To meet the man of my dreams,
I did see a handsome man standing over me.
He did kiss my hand.
I looked up into his deep brown eyes,
How grand did he seem,
He swept me from my feet,
He wisps me away,
To the place of castles and dreams.
The land was that of fair tales,
So bold was I to live,
I have the white horse,
The stallion,
The prince, palace and the dream.
I was told I had to be the queen of country,
I wore the dress of gold and had a great army,
Ready to battle next to me.
I sat on my throne with my golden crown,
Watching the jester messing around.
I had a great table of food,
The palace was full,
But one thing I started to lack most of all,
Was the company of the King,
This started to be unlike the woman's dream.
He spent more nights away,
He was mostly at play,
I thought of the dream,
I had once, of having it all.
It has became rusted,
Old and brittle, no love here at all,
So I ran my horse over the hills,
Away, far away, to the shore of freedom,
I left that day.
I sat and waited, wishing,
To meet the man of my dreams,
I did see a handsome man standing over me.
He did kiss my hand.
I looked up into his deep brown eyes,
How grand did he seem,
He swept me from my feet,
He wisps me away,
To the place of castles and dreams.
The land was that of fair tales,
So bold was I to live,
I have the white horse,
The stallion,
The prince, palace and the dream.
I was told I had to be the queen of country,
I wore the dress of gold and had a great army,
Ready to battle next to me.
I sat on my throne with my golden crown,
Watching the jester messing around.
I had a great table of food,
The palace was full,
But one thing I started to lack most of all,
Was the company of the King,
This started to be unlike the woman's dream.
He spent more nights away,
He was mostly at play,
I thought of the dream,
I had once, of having it all.
It has became rusted,
Old and brittle, no love here at all,
So I ran my horse over the hills,
Away, far away, to the shore of freedom,
I left that day.
Saturday, 21 February 2009
Life On The Edge
Many have walked the wire,
Never knowing if they would return.
At battle with themselves,
Looking for the blame.
I have seen sad of truth,
Where is the happiness.
No youth, no spring step,
No courage coming forth.
Now we see people stepping away,
No hands is it they hold,
How can we ever repair, if we don't fold,
Even a little will do,
Just to know, that yes we care.
We are not so bold, as to think we can not share,
So path this path with gentle ease and feel our friendly breeze.
No matter how old the history of life it is,
Only take this with please.
Never knowing if they would return.
At battle with themselves,
Looking for the blame.
I have seen sad of truth,
Where is the happiness.
No youth, no spring step,
No courage coming forth.
Now we see people stepping away,
No hands is it they hold,
How can we ever repair, if we don't fold,
Even a little will do,
Just to know, that yes we care.
We are not so bold, as to think we can not share,
So path this path with gentle ease and feel our friendly breeze.
No matter how old the history of life it is,
Only take this with please.
The Old Town
The old town,
Where there was fields and horses,
The grass was green with river banks,
The children did once swim.
Along the riverbank,
Along the stream,
Down the path,
Down to the old green.
We seated on the pasture,
With our picnic baskets,
Watching the birds of song,
How we used to sing along.
The time of play, romance,
It was strong, Passion did run along.
Along that old riverbank,
Along that old stream,
Along the path,
Down to the old green.
The house of my gran,
The house of the twins,
The house where it did snow, and where we did swim.
The tree and the apples,
The hive and the bees,
The birds and the songs,
We all did sing along.
We did eat of the sweet honey due,
We did drink from milk,
We did run along the old riverbank,
We did see the sky of blue,
We did know the freedom, Yes it is true.
But now I am here,
These days' have past,
I have the freedom of this past,
I wish I could share it with the rest of the class.
Where there was fields and horses,
The grass was green with river banks,
The children did once swim.
Along the riverbank,
Along the stream,
Down the path,
Down to the old green.
We seated on the pasture,
With our picnic baskets,
Watching the birds of song,
How we used to sing along.
The time of play, romance,
It was strong, Passion did run along.
Along that old riverbank,
Along that old stream,
Along the path,
Down to the old green.
The house of my gran,
The house of the twins,
The house where it did snow, and where we did swim.
The tree and the apples,
The hive and the bees,
The birds and the songs,
We all did sing along.
We did eat of the sweet honey due,
We did drink from milk,
We did run along the old riverbank,
We did see the sky of blue,
We did know the freedom, Yes it is true.
But now I am here,
These days' have past,
I have the freedom of this past,
I wish I could share it with the rest of the class.
The English Rose
When walking through my garden,
I did find this English Rose,
Smelling so sweet,
The scent was lifted from the gentle breeze.
I walked through my garden,
Holding this wild rose,
smelling her sweet scent,
as I did go.
I passed by many flowers,
Of that particular day,
And I have walked passed many flowers,
In the time that has gone astray.
But this flower I remember,
That very day, how sweet smelling she was,
I can never say.
I draw my attention to this one day,
The Rose herself did last,
But like all things did fade,
But that very day, I did see
A love so tender, mild and gentle,
A love so close to me.
I will never forget her,
The gentle breeze,
The red of her colour,
And the smell of her creed.
She will always be at one with me.
I did find this English Rose,
Smelling so sweet,
The scent was lifted from the gentle breeze.
I walked through my garden,
Holding this wild rose,
smelling her sweet scent,
as I did go.
I passed by many flowers,
Of that particular day,
And I have walked passed many flowers,
In the time that has gone astray.
But this flower I remember,
That very day, how sweet smelling she was,
I can never say.
I draw my attention to this one day,
The Rose herself did last,
But like all things did fade,
But that very day, I did see
A love so tender, mild and gentle,
A love so close to me.
I will never forget her,
The gentle breeze,
The red of her colour,
And the smell of her creed.
She will always be at one with me.
Friday, 20 February 2009
The Poets Dream
Who said I was yours,
Who said you was mine.
The tale of two cities'
Are we two of a kind ?
We meet in the middle,
Neither here nor there.
How can this be surly fair?
You are one side,
I am the other.
The language is the key,
The words, are they from me ?
Many watch in wonder,
None does truly see,
set in the silk of a meek world,
Where do they all ponder.
No trees to be seen,
From the poets dreams.
A world of slumber,
In that of a dream.
Sleeping is the number,
Of the poet to be seen.
Who said you was mine.
The tale of two cities'
Are we two of a kind ?
We meet in the middle,
Neither here nor there.
How can this be surly fair?
You are one side,
I am the other.
The language is the key,
The words, are they from me ?
Many watch in wonder,
None does truly see,
set in the silk of a meek world,
Where do they all ponder.
No trees to be seen,
From the poets dreams.
A world of slumber,
In that of a dream.
Sleeping is the number,
Of the poet to be seen.
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