Bloody hell… I wrote a poem!

Have no memory whatsoever of writing this. I did it five years ago apparently. Obviously wasn’t in the greatest of moods that day. I think it’s only the second poem I’ve ever written in my life. So I thought I’d re-blog it.

This is the world we live in

This is the world we live in:
Where people live and people die,
Where people fuck and people cry,
Where people walk and drive and fly,
And don’t know where or when or why,
This is the world we live in.

This is the world we’re lost in:
Where God is love and God is hate,
Depending on which town or state,
Or street where you originate,
For that is where they seal your fate,
And point you down the road you take,
This is the world we’re lost in.

This is the place we hope in:
Where bombs explode and all the while,
You go to work and try to smile,
And wonder why they want you dead,
Perhaps it’s something that you said?
More likely those who use your name,
To do their deeds and play their game,
Whichever case, it ends the same,
It’s you who is the one to blame,
This is place we hope in.

This is the place we love in:
Where people starve to death in pain,
And children die before they’re named,
For want of but a fist of rice,
That rains down on the bride,
So nice…
…to see that they are having fun,
Lives just beginning, others’ done,
This is the place we love in.

This is the land we dream in:
Where those who have are given more,
And those without are shown the door,
Where rich stay rich, and poor stay poor,
And live their lives below the law,
And kill and rob and maim and whore,
To raise themselves above the floor,
And crane their necks towards the sky,
But never know the reason why,
This is the world we dream in.

This is the land of freedom:
Where actions cost but talk is cheap,
About a megabyte a week,
Is all you need to squawk and Tweet,
And with that you can wipe your feet,
Of all the prayers you should be praying,
The info you should be relaying,
The demons that you should be slaying,
(Only saying…)
This is the land of freedom.

This is the world we live in:
A land of plenty for the few,
The rest of us must just make do,
And try our best to make it through,
This is the world we live in.

This is the world we live in

This is the world we live in:
Where people live and people die,
Where people fuck and people cry,
Where people walk and drive and fly,
And don’t know where or when or why,
This is the world we live in.

This is the world we’re lost in:
Where God is love and God is hate,
Depending on which town or state,
Or street where you originate,
For that is where they seal your fate,
And point you down the road you take,
This is the world we’re lost in.

This is the place we hope in:
Where bombs explode and all the while,
You go to work and try to smile,
And wonder why they want you dead,
Perhaps it’s something that you said?
More likely those who use your name,
To do their deeds and play their game,
Whichever case, it ends the same,
It’s you who is the one to blame,
This is place we hope in.

This is the place we love in:
Where people starve to death in pain,
And children die before they’re named,
For want of but a fist of rice,
That rains down on the bride,
So nice…
…to see that they are having fun,
Lives just beginning, others’ done,
This is the place we love in.

This is the land we dream in:
Where those who have are given more,
And those without are shown the door,
Where rich stay rich, and poor stay poor,
And live their lives below the law,
And kill and rob and maim and whore,
To raise themselves above the floor,
And crane their necks towards the sky,
But never know the reason why,
This is the world we dream in.

This is the land of freedom:
Where actions cost but talk is cheap,
About a megabyte a week,
Is all you need to squawk and Tweet,
And with that you can wipe your feet,
Of all the prayers you should be praying,
The info you should be relaying,
The demons that you should be slaying,
(Only saying…)
This is the land of freedom.

This is the world we live in:
A land of plenty for the few,
The rest of us must just make do,
And try our best to make it through,
This is the world we live in.

A poem

I’d never call myself a poet but here’s something I scribbled many years ago. Just a bit of fun.

As a cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud,

A seagull skimmed my underside,

And all around was nought but blue,

And now and then a star shone through.

I wandered lonely as a cloud,

I puffed my chest out, feeling proud,

My arms were damp,

My teeth were wet,

I thought I was alone, but yet…

I wandered lonely as a cloud,

My eyebrows raised, I looked around,

Here and there a puff of white,

Others like me in my sight.

I wandered lonely as a cloud,

The wind was blowing rather loud,

It blew me close and I could see,

Another cloud that looked like me.

We shook our hands, we shook our feet,

And said that we were pleased to meet,

I shyly asked the cloud its name,

It coughed a bit and told me Graham.

I wandered lonely as a cloud,

My new friend Graham at my side,

I must confess it felt amiss,

Went Graham bent to give a kiss.

He kissed me here, he kissed me there,

I told him that it wasn’t fair,

He said that he had found true love,

“Oh dear,” I said, “heavens above!”

I wandered lonely as a cloud,

My friend said I was well endowed,

I gave a small embarrassed sigh,

When Graham tried to grab my thigh,

I tried to gasp, my cheeks went red,

When Graham asked me “where’s the bed?”

I moved away and vainly frowned:

“I’m really not that kind of cloud!”

But he was having none of it,

And asked me did I want a bit?

I told him no, I screamed, I cried,

But Graham would not leave my side.

And soon my tears were flowing free,

As Graham tried to finger me,

I felt his breath upon my face,

which made my tears increase their pace.

And suddenly Graham had gone,

My hail of tears obscured the sun,

And I was lying on the ground,

As hordes of people moved around.

I lingered lonely as a puddle,

My senses reeling, all a muddle,

With no-one there to share my pain,

My life went slowly down a drain.

Whatever waited down below,

I didn’t really want to know,

For one last time I saw the sky,

And noticed Graham floating by…