For The Love Of Star Wars. #Worldpoetryday

FOR THE LOVE OF STAR WARS.

Not so long a time ago,
In a galaxy where we stay.
An empire rose and then it fell.
Some rebels had their day.
One world war.
Two world wars.
Have three and then it’s see ya.
War’s an endless franchise.
Like Luke and Han and Leia.
The need to end such turmoil,
Cannot enough be stressed.
If only Presidents and Prime Ministers
with Jedi rational were blessed.
They lied about a phantom menace
in the rubble of Iraq.
We got the oil, a million dead.
An empire striking back.
Despite it all the people fight.
Here’s bloodshed and defiance.
Like Obi Wan in desert sands,
a Persian rebel alliance.
Are we as a moment now at our end of rope.
Or can a fairy tale inspire,
and bring us a new hope.
So when you hear of refugees
From Syria to Mogadishu.
Spare their blasted lives a thought,
and may the force be with you.

Youth.

I wrote this on a long journey the other day…

I remember a boy who always loved rivers
As he screamed and he skipped and he ran
So when the last light is naught but a sliver
I’ll take pride in his complete lack of plan

An infectious laugh brimming in joy
Just another face in the Oi polloi
And we danced
Castles float
Keith transmits
Ice expands
Plastic spins
Charlie fights
Acid lights
Raymond disappears
Nobody here

I remember a boy with no thoughts of the mortal
How he drank and he swore and he sang
And when I see that I let out a chortle
Yet some are long gone from the gang
And we danced
Twirling your stuff
Strutting a bluff
Where is she going
Enough is enough
What have you done with your hair
You burn and you dim like a flare
I can’t remember
It’s fading like embers
Play turns to working
Your bones are for hurting
Warm summer sun
Is this the last one
Sea was for swimming
Nettles for stinging
Is there money for one more ride
I don’t need anything with you by my side
Life is a bitch
Forgive us our sins
Life is a beach
An the tide’s coming in.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Imaginary B-Sides. Number 1.OASIS… PIE IN THE SKY

Number on in a short series of songs that don’t exist…but maybe should…

IMAGINARY B – SIDES NUMBER 1.

OASIS… PIE IN THE SKY.

Pie in the Sky.

Oh my oh my, We’re oh so high

We’re in the sky, like we can fly.

And when I look at youououououou

I’d like to smash you in the pie.

 

Cos we can’t be in the same room as each other.

Like Kane and Able we’re brother on brother.

And when you stand next to meeeee

If you were on fire

Well I wouldn’t peeeee.

 

Oh my oh my, We’re oh so high

We’re in the sky, like we can fly.

And when I look at youououououou

I’d like to smash you in the pie.

 

You took the fun out of our holiday summer.

Pissed on my castle you’re a total bummer

I don’t think you can even seeee

When we’re on stage

They hate you not meeeee

 

Oh my oh my, We’re oh so high

We’re in the sky, like we can fly.

And when I look at youououououou

I’d like to smash you in the pie.

 

Your such a twat you’re more southern than northern.

The worst thing to see is your face in the morning.

You think you’re the king of the beeeees

If you come around.

I’ll take you out at the kneeees.

 

Oh my oh my, We’re oh so high

We’re in the sky, like we can fly.

And when I look at youououououou

I’d like to smash you in the pie.

 

Poem…The Hurly Burly Hymn Book O The Presbytarian Minister.

I wrote this for a character I do now and again called Rubber Burns poet, sadomasochist and Scottish nationalist. I spotted there was a poetry page following me on here so I thought I’d pop it up. It’s all about the importance of good song lyrics…..

The Hurly Burly Hymn Book O the Presbyterian Minister.

 

There was a minister fair radical of the Presbyterian kirk

Whose services had them Voguing in the isles, for tradition he did shirk

He realised to hold short attention spans of the Twitter generation

He should let them sing modern top 40 hits for spiritual foundation

For old classics like How Great Thou Art and go on for far too long

So let’s all sing the sentiments of Bob Marley’s more modern songs

 

The hurly burly hymn book o the Presbyterian minister caused a spiritual sensation

He was seen as the greatest moderniser since the Scottish reformation

Although the lyrics o the Dead Kennedys to some might seem quite shocking

A full Kirk belting punk rock tunes sets your baptism a rocking

 

In his church non-sectarian you couldn’t sing The Sash

For he was a man of the peoples plight who much preferred The Clash

The Assembly tried to make him stick to the tune of Abide With Me

But our minister saw the spiritual worth of Paul McCartney’s Let It Be

Although Lennon is more popular among the lefty brethren

The kirk elders didn’t like the words of “Imagine there’s no Heaven”

 

O the hurly burly hymn book o the Presbyterian minister caused a spiritual sensation

He was seen as the greatest moderniser since the Scottish reformation

His congregation were among the happiest of flocks

Because there are great lyricists in modern rock and pop

 

Eventually it came to pass his methods spread far and wide

Catholics, Muslims and Mormons all pogoed by his side

It was only Bono of the group U2 that got our minister down

Because there just isn’t room for two messiahs in one spiritual town

Bombastic worthy do-gooders we all as one deride

For U2 really lost their way after the release of Pride

 

O the hurly burly hymn book o the Presbyterian minister caused a spiritual sensation

He was seen as the greatest moderniser since the Scottish reformation

So when you’re dancing at a do pay heed to lyrical words

There’s more than just funky beats to Public Enemy and The Byrds