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Poetography by Lindsay and Jokeypoet
Hot…summer sizzling lazy afternoon.
Hot…vino rosy, drunk a bit too soon
Hot…sun caresses, dream boys croon
Hot…drifting, dreaming, away, schwoom
Hot…on the beach, toned and tanned
Hot…the attention, refined yet grand
Hot…feel the eyes, grains of sand
Hot…dreaming, dreaming nothing planned
Hot…eyes connecting in darkened rooms
Hot…music, pumping to DJ’d tunes
Hot…passion, kisses, feints, heady swoons
Hot…sweat and perfume as morning looms
WAKE UP WAKE UP…ITS TOO HOT.
In Istanbul you feel the pulse of the city,
A city, like Alexandrea, like New York,
Vendors pushing barrows, McDonalds,
The trams scream out “I’m modern”
The people whisper “we’re ancient ”
In Istanbul the men fish from the new road bridge,
The way they did 1000 years ago,
We’re not moving, they say with each cast of the rod.
The cars buzz, one million cars all buzzing,
They replaced carts with cars and left the rules alone.
In Istanbul you can hear the call to prayer,
And they answer, but not before stocking up on their supply of Viagra
Mini skirts are rarer than burkas, but not much,
The streets are paved with honour and respect and men trying to sell boat trips,
In Istanbul you can feel the pulse of the city,
Mosques meet hotels, ancient obelisks tower over the subway,
In Istanbul you can taste the Turkish Delight.
Keep your liver healthy and keep your kidneys clean,
Both are simply food filters working with your spleen
Each time you eat some sausages, or drink some pints of beer,
Give yourself at least one day to get your system clear.
All food must get filtered
It’s simply what you do,
If your mouth out works your kidneys,
You are going to form a queue.
This queue will take the form of fat,
And sit around your belly,
If it helps its going to be
Unsightly and get smelly.
So choose your diet carefully
Sometimes choosing light
Don’t make it just the bad stuff
You eat and drink each night
And exercise your muscles
They are your friends within
When worked they chomp at fat cells
To keep you nice and slim.
This world has many wonders even miracles it seems,
Then man has added one or two that great men found in dreams,
Yet one stands out as magical, enduring through the years
The pyramids, designed by God then built with sweat and tears.
High up in the universe Orion shows his might
Three stars encrusted on his belt an ever present light,
In Giza sit three pyramids, each one below a star,
A mirror of the heavens, here on earth from oh so far.
For reasons only guessed by man this earth revolves the sun,
It takes one year, and in this time 365.24 days will come,
The pyramid so mighty when its measured round it’s plan,
Reveals that very number, for reasons only guessed by man.
So massive is the pyramid so wide and very tall,
Yet springtime at the equinox no trace of shadows fall,
Sitting perfect on the parallel where North & Southings meet
A point unknown to ancient man for his pyramid to seat.
The earth is round, we’ve come to learn from satellites and beams.
A perfect curve to spin in space with stars and moons it seems.
The pyramid is static yet it’s curve the very same,
The motif of an artist? an impression of a name?
The pyramid it stands aloft, 491 feet,
Just by chance the very height the mean of earth does meet,
A passage formed descending deep inside the structure far,
When projected out the other way would meet the northern star.
144,000 stones each polished flat and true,
Machined within a tolerance and bound with unknown glue,
Each stone a wonder in itself weighing up to fifteen ton,
Mankind today just can not see how this wonder could be done.
The power to lead when the going gets tough,
Is an art in itself and a skill for the tough,
They can stop! Be calm! When all others just freak,
Take control, slow things down, it’s solutions they seek.
If this is the person that you’d like to be,
Then learn to appraise, use some vision to see,
Find the source, use your logic to fight out the fire,
You’ll be strong, you’ll be fearless you never will tire.
However take heed as you climb to the top,
The demons won’t die, they just shift, never stop,
To drain out the swamp, will seem like a farce,
When those gaters and crocs are nipping your arse.
JP July 2012
Her favourite dish,
Is micecream and fish,
Followed by lashings of milk.
Then she’ll purr and she’ll fawn,
Take a stretch and a yawn,
Then a nap on my cushions of silk.
If she fancies a jog,
She will meow at a dog,
And tease it until she is bored.
Climb a tree to the top,
Hear the tweets all stop?
Then home to be spoiled and adored.
Now she wants to retire
So just sits by the fire
And doesn’t move far from the house
Her life is now slow
But there’s eight more to go
She’ll be back and be chasing that mouse.
JP 1 July 2012
If only we were equal,
I’ve often heard it said,
We’d find the things that ail the world
And put them all to bed.
Scotland wants “equality”
And women want it too
Let’s dish it out in Africa
Let’s start with me and you
But equal can’t be measured
Unless you have a scale
Or scientific number
To describe your Holy Grail.
The truth is we’re all different
It’s our differences that count
If we celebrate each other
Then we won’t feel so left out.
Enjoy your neighbour’s nice bits
Then help them where they’re weak
Show others they can do the same
To forge the world you seek.
Your mind~your world.
JP April 2012
This is a tale of four brothers I knew
Stewart, Eric, Ian and Wills
I’ll tell you their story and every word true
Their highs and lows their lifts and spills.
They didn’t have much in the early days,
And made their share of silly mistakes.
together they learned to forge their ways
Whilst turning their backs on liars and fakes.
As brothers do they have had their fights
Falling in and out as they made their way,
But they learned how to have some wonderful nights
Yet return to their own lives during the day.
They grew very close with honour and code
Lived side by side and cheek by jowl
But others who couldn’t travel this road
Showed spite and hate both fair and fowl.
Together the brothers stood up to their foes
And they helped their friends to be all they could be
Together they shared to ease many woes
Whilst striking a fear in all tyranny.
They have earned much respect from within and afar
Their battle relentless for all that is good
Now they stand with proud allies who each bear the scar
They have won in the fight for their own neighbourhood
Now they’re followed by millions who all want to share
Their vision of freedom of fairness and truth
They have trust and respect and are known to be fair
Four brothers, a union of real living proof.
The United Kingdom
Not what it costs, What it’s worth.
BF April 2012