Whilst I'm writing up my holiday entries here are three poems. Two short one and one mammoth work in progress. All feedback welcome.
Grunts and Groans of JETS
Jets like to bitch and moan
To complain grunt and groan
About other Jets and how
Things aren’t like they are at home
I like to listen to Jets moan and groan
And might have a little moan of my own
Because as much as Jets dislike other Jets
Jets hate to be alone
Jets like to bitch and moan
To complain grunt and groan
About other Jets and how
Things aren’t like they are at home
I like to listen to Jets moan and groan
And might have a little moan of my own
Because as much as Jets dislike other Jets
Jets hate to be alone
Humble Pie
Those eager to make something of their selves
Will tell you just that
They will tell you where they will go
As if where they will go is fact
I refuse to be so cocksure
In case one day I have to take it back
With a helping of humble pie
To supplement the humility I lacked
Death Sings
I don’t know what the future holds
But tomorrow is another day
And for my future to have tomorrow
Is all I’ll ever pray
Tomorrow brings hope
And for hope my heart sings
But if hope no longer tomorrow holds
Then all things end but Death who sings
And Death in darkness marvels at what he’s made
With the end of all things for eternity in the void
He waits
And nothing tomorrow brings
But death sings into the vast dark unending void
His words are swallowed whole
By the space left by what he destroyed
And the hollow in his soul
Yet death sees past the endless void
Past time and hell itself
He sees and longs for where I reside
With life and love and health
Yet Death knows too well
He must remain in his eternal gloom
So enviously he decides I too
Will join him in his tomb
And for eternity he will sing to me
Of destruction and of doom
So Death sets to remove
Hope from my tomorrow
And in its place he leaves a void
Not mayhem, not chaos nor sorrow
And for eternity he will sing to me
Of destruction and of sorrow
In eternity Death sings to me
And never a song of mercy
Each word he sings damns me
And each verse he sings curse me
And for eternity he will sing
But never once of mercy
Those eager to make something of their selves
Will tell you just that
They will tell you where they will go
As if where they will go is fact
I refuse to be so cocksure
In case one day I have to take it back
With a helping of humble pie
To supplement the humility I lacked
Death Sings
I don’t know what the future holds
But tomorrow is another day
And for my future to have tomorrow
Is all I’ll ever pray
Tomorrow brings hope
And for hope my heart sings
But if hope no longer tomorrow holds
Then all things end but Death who sings
And Death in darkness marvels at what he’s made
With the end of all things for eternity in the void
He waits
And nothing tomorrow brings
But death sings into the vast dark unending void
His words are swallowed whole
By the space left by what he destroyed
And the hollow in his soul
Yet death sees past the endless void
Past time and hell itself
He sees and longs for where I reside
With life and love and health
Yet Death knows too well
He must remain in his eternal gloom
So enviously he decides I too
Will join him in his tomb
And for eternity he will sing to me
Of destruction and of doom
So Death sets to remove
Hope from my tomorrow
And in its place he leaves a void
Not mayhem, not chaos nor sorrow
And for eternity he will sing to me
Of destruction and of sorrow
In eternity Death sings to me
And never a song of mercy
Each word he sings damns me
And each verse he sings curse me
And for eternity he will sing
But never once of mercy
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