Into A River I Plunged My Soul

Into a river I plunged my soul
With a hope to wash her sin
Forgot that it had a giant hole
As I watched it drown within

Twisted Artist

Tattooed my head with a shard of glass
Drew blood stains on my wrist
Painted death all over my body
A bloody twisted artist

Writer’s Block

There’s nothing to write about

So I’ll just write about

Having nothing to write about

When you can’t really begin

What you’re meaning to begin

Write about having nothing to begin

When you can’t really go on

But the pages shout, “Go on.”

Write about having nothing to go on

Then when you can’t really end

What you earlier began

I guess that’s the writer’s block’s end

I don’t know if it helped

But at least it did help

Me when I needed some help

A Footballer’s Life Is So Much Fun

A footballer’s life is so much fun

Getting paid to kick and run

If there’s something they have won

It’s a contract worth a trillion

You see them smile. You see them laugh

When posing for a photograph

Fans dying for their autographs

Like they’re pink polka-dotted giraffes

They drive around in fancy cars

Meet celebrities and superstars

Drink wine and smoke cigars

In the city’s expensive bars

At the peak of their shallow fame

They find themselves beautiful dames

Who act in films with royal names

And take home awards and acclaims

Here I am with my loyal cat

Writing about this and that

Growing old with belly fat

Such’s a life of a poet

Our Family Lullaby

My father used to sing a lullaby

I sing the same to my son

But I don’t think that he will comply

And sing it to his son

He falls asleep in a minute

As soon as my song’s begun

He’s never heard the whole of it

End of a tradition

Mother Earth, Bother Not

Mother Earth, mother Earth, will you shut up please?

Stop telling me your problems and your tragedies

I know you’re having troubles, you suffer day and night

But we are your children. We have all the rights

You complain about the felling of forests and of trees

But we are only decorating you with buildings and diseases

You complain about the smog, polluted water and land

But we prefer it the way it is, just try and understand

Look at your Sun and Moon, they never do complain

They’re idle and stationary, why don’t you learn from them?

We are happy as we stand. We never make a fuss

Have I ever kvetched that you’re not big enough for us?

So quit your whining and your sobbing and continue to move around

We’ll treat you as we may please till we burn you to the ground

So quit your whining and your sobbing and quit your petty bother

If we’re ever fed up with you, we’ll find another mother

A Floral Dream

As strange as it may seem
I think I saw a funny dream
A daffodil woke me up at four
And pointed to the window
I was quite surprised to see
A floral show just for me
Roses swinging on a trapeze
Dahlias flying with the breeze
Lilies decorating the lawn
Sunflowers giving a sighful yawn
Daisies circling around the moon
Orchids floating in hot air balloons
Tulips strumming their guitars
Asters lazing on the stars
Irises singing melodies
Peonies bubbling parodies
A giant lotus sat up straight
Heathers went out on a date
Violets shooting laser beams
A thistle woke me with her screams
As strange as it may seem
I think I saw a funny dream

My Thoughts Stepped Out Of My Head

My thoughts stepped out of my head
Dressed up and put on my favourite shoes
And ran straight to you
Held you, danced with you
And then came back again
Circled until the sight of the morning light
I won’t be thinking about you tomorrow night
I really need to sleep all right

Charlie Williams – Part 2

Let me tell you about my man

He is kind and sweet

He makes me feel special

But also incomplete

Whenever I am upset

A smart joke he would crack

He does the same with other girls

And flirts behind my back

He hangs out with other girls

More often than he does with me

He assures me, “They’re just friends.

You’re the only one for me.”

He remembers all about those girls

Every word that they say

Every little thing they do

But forgets my birthday

He’s found a new girl lately

Drives her around in his car

I wish I could pluck her eyeballs out

But I would never go that far

I’ve been waiting in this cafe

For an hour or maybe more

I guess he’s forgotten all about me

He was supposed to be here at four

Charlie Williams

My girl is a sweet heart

Her love for me is true

But when she met Charlie Williams

She said, “He’s better than you.”

Charlie’s got the riches

He has nailed the looks

He’s witty and intelligent

He reads all sorts of books

Charlie’s got the finest clothes

Drives around in a fancy car

“He’s got the perfect smile,” she says

“And he even plays the guitar”

My girl’s going out with him

They look happy together too

I ain’t one bit jealous

I ain’t feeling blue

Now Charlie, you may not know me

But I’ve got some words for you

Better kill all finer men

Or she will leave you too