RWP #3 Sand Cement and Stone..

SAND CEMENT AND STONE
you are sand cement and stone
you can build your home sweet home
make an epitaph to Rome
you can lay a frog and toad
in sections load on load a
Roman road to your abode
if you need a real quick fix
you can make a bucket mix
you can insulate my wall
you can help soundproof my hall
mould yourself into a dome
you are sand cement and stone
as concrete you’re better known
RWP#3-011207

DON'T YOU KNOW!!

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DON'T YOU KNOW!

I'll be performing at the

Tudor House Hotel in Wigan

on Thursday 13th. December in

The Grand Christmas Poetry Slam!

It's at 8pm - don't be late...

details from WriteOutLoud

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RWP#2 Eating

EATING
Don’t you just hate shopping don’t you just hate shops
Don’t you just hate spending when you’re out of slops!
Some recipes you love some menus you hate
If you’re eating out you don’t want to be late
Don’t you just love Cooking don’t you just love food
Don’t you just love eating when you’re in the mood
Don’t you just love pancakes they’re so quick to make
You batter the pan and flip ‘em when they take!
Mama Mia! Just the same way that I learnt…
Umm, Just like ‘me Mama’ used to make ‘em… Burnt!
RWP#2-221107

WI-12 Got Your Letter

GOT YOUR LETTER
I got your letter yesterday
How I wish you could come to stay
Even though you’re so far away
You wrote a note to say that you
Miss me need me want me love me
You are my sun you are my moon
You are my lyric and my tune
You are my midnight and my noon
So please please come back some day soon
Miss you need you want you love you
Don’t you know that I love you too?
WI12-RW241107

TOP 7 THANKSGIVING

THANKSGIVING
Don’t know much about the turkey thing
Don’t know much Thanksgiving
Don’t know much about dollars + cents
Don’t know much about the Presidents

Don’t know much about Boston Tea
Don’t know much I’m from the old country
Don’t know much about Apple pie + cream
Don’t know much about The American Dream!

But I do know what love can do
And I know that if your dreams come true
What a wonderful world this would be.
TOP7-201107

'Wonderful World' written by Sam Cooke, Lou Adler + Herb Alpert
first performed by Sam Cooke 1957
Italics by Danny Wise 2007

WI-11 DREAM

dream walk
it should have been a breeze a walk
in the park but there were no trees
or grass the earth was parched dry and
sun cracked – we walked with the other
safari tourists through this place

this barren land - keeping to the
makeshift road following the tyre
tracks of a thousand 4X4’s
that come and go through this harsh land
with its hard baked sand and no wind

then we saw all the dead monkeys
piled high alongside the road
all their tails had been cut-off
why? What for? we kept on walking

on the other side of the track
an even bigger stack of dead
lion and tiger cubs rotting
but not even a bird came to
pick their bones in this desert place

moving talking amongst ourselves
until we saw them sitting there
they looked like they were dead at first
they sat there absolutely still

shuffling uncomfortably
we shuddered as we passed them by
blood spurting out from one mans nose
we can’t believe they’re still alive

a little girl on the tour said:
look daddy that man's not quite dead
but her father dragged her away
‘they haven’t killed the natives yet’

at the end of the walk there was
a stack of leather shoes and some
old cosmetics and toiletries

when we reached the safari lodge
hotel no-one wanted to eat
except one man who insisted
on tasting the monkey-tail soup.
WI11-191107

The American Sentence RWP#1

THE AMERICAN SENTENCE
We usually string-up people who shoot the sherif in this town.
You will serve a twenty-year sentence in an American jail.
The prison guards, the chain-gang and all the rocks are waiting to break you!
RWP#1-191107

DEPENDENT ON THE PRONUNCIATION
Here's my first attempt at the concept of The American Sentence.
I think the syllables are dependent on the pronunciation.
Yes, I know that there are rules, but rules are there to be broken, aren't they?
RWP#1-191107a

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TOP 6 Places

RATCATCHER
Gordon’s a drinker he likes to
get off on his own. He goes to
places that even most Wino’s
don’t know. They’ve got rats as big as
cats in New York City with scraps
and rich pickings in hotel trash.
Hey, Ratcatcher, What do you say?
If rats will eat pigswill they may
well grow as fat as pigs someday!
So, have you seen Gordon today?
He’s fast asleep in a sewer,
Over on the East Side, stone drunk!
Yeah, but do you think he looks well?
I don’t know, do I? I don’t think!
To say what you said, you just did.
Well, I guess if pigs could fly, we’d
sure have a rat-infested sky!
TOP6-RW141107

WI-10 Friendship

FRIENDSHIP
Never underestimate
a friendship.
Never take your
friends for granted.
Even if she is
the new kid!
Don't back-bite
her or pretend.
Let me tell you
now my China!
She just wants
to be your friend.
I have heard that:
A friend in need
is a friend indeed.
Sometimes it's down
to you to plant
the first seed.
You may be her
only true friend.
Everybody needs
a new friend.
Never underestimate
a friendship.
WI10-RW131107

TOP 5 Evocative

KICK-ARSE KICKS
Jack-boot kick-arse kicks the Slav, who
cowers on the floor. Clink,clink, pick!
Pickaxe chips. Rock splits, water drips…
“Water, please!" He pleads, "some water?”

Rottweillers straining at their leash
Snap at the thirsty prisoner.
‘Schwein hund!’ The soldier lashes out!
‘The dogs MUST drink the wasser first!’

The barking mad guard un-holsters
his Luger and aims the pistol
at the starving Slavic slaves head.
‘Shizenhausen!’ he screams and fires.

Dying of thirst the naked man
Digs his own grave with bandaged hands.
TOP5-51107

November the sixth...

NOVEMBER THE SIXTH

The firemen go past

here all the time.

Blue light flashing

siren sounding.

They reach their destination

drive round the block

radio in:

"It's another false alarm."

In the morning you walk

past an empty house.

The doors are charred

the glass in the window frames

has gone.

It smells like

November the sixth.

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PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED IN COWARDY CUSTARDS LAST STAND IN SALFORD.

I pulled this one from the archives at StraightTalkingStreetTalkingSweet...TalkingGuy!

WI-9 Unforgettable!

UNFORGETTABLE!
mad insane
walking in the rain
we were talking on the train
about the day that we first met
we must have been
mad insane
walking in the rain
we were walking talking getting wet

the day that we first met
I’ve not forgotten yet
you’re unforgettable!

WI9-41107

TOP 4 Work

DON’T WORK
If you don’t eat
you don’t stop
If you don’t stop
you don’t play
If you don’t play
you don’t stay
If you don’t stay
you don’t sleep

If you don’t sleep
you don’t wake
If you don’t wake
you don’t take
If you don’t take
you don’t make
If you don’t make
you don’t work

If you don’t work
you don’t eat!
If you don’t eat
You don’t live
If you don’t live
You don’t breathe
If you don’t breathe
You don’t need

If you don’t need
You don’t have
If you don’t have
You don’t want
If you don’t want
You don’t give
If you don’t give
a fig about work!
TOP4-281007

She dumped me...

MY NAME’S JOE…
My name’s Joe but they call me Slow ‘cos
I really didn’t know – she dumped me.
She never said a word - just dumped me!
But I suppose I should have known when
I caught her sneaking home – this morning.
That really should have been my warning.
Then I found her up in bed with Red
Hot Ged! And she just sat there yawning.
My name’s Joe but they call me Slow ‘cos
I really didn’t know - she dumped me.
251007

New Poetry Postings...

DON'T YOU KNOW!
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Just to keep you up to speed - I have posted three NEW POEMS on my Inland Driftwood! blog. They are: Fashionista!, His Masters Voice and Who's That Guy? clink-the-link HERE

Consolation Prize! TOP 3 Horse

CONSOLATION PRIZE
(FOR SALLY)
VERY SOON!
More arty than artisan
much more crafty than craftsman
but my bathroom's almost done
all the tiles except one...
Wall that is - but very soon
it will look right, then I'll be
bathing - morning, noon and night.
71095

Totally Optional Prompts
ONE HORSE
The Kings soldiers come in the night
kill his father, rape his mother.
'You can't make a silk purse...' they curse
as they force the pig farmers wife
one after another till dawn.

They tie the boy to a donkey
so that he has to run behind.
They ride out of the piggery,
fording the cold stream at first light.

When they are sure the boy can't read
they cut out his tongue for the dogs
and brand him with a hot iron
urinating on his fresh wound
they leave him lying there bleeding
for the camp-followers to find.

In an un-interpretable
hieroglyphic of his own hand
he scrawls his last thoughts on the wall
of the royal stable in blood:
One horse powers a thousand dreams...
TOP3-221007

TOP 2 Lute - Player

LYRE - LIAR!
Lyre and flute you play each day
the wood wind sends a shrill thrill,
songs we used to make love to
the lute player is no liar!
TOP2-151007

TOP 1 Salt Girl, A Poem, Plucky Pluckers.

SALT GIRL:
Taste it with your tongue
lick it from my lips
my neck my breast
my hips my lips
and salivate inside
until you come
back to the sea.
TOP1-121007

A POEM
A short story is
so many words
a novelette is
a little longer but
shorter than a novel.
And a poem,
a really short poem
can say more in
just a few lines,
in one thought almost,
than a trillion epic volumes,
written by the wrong man.
8797

PLUCKY PLUCKERS
Talent is a
two way street
a dead heat in an
egg and spoon race.
We've all got it,
but for what?
And where is it?
Even if you can
find it - define it?
How does one
express it?
When there's so
many other happy
go plucky pluckers
out there!
8797a

For National Poetry Day:

Portrait of Mario by Amedeo Modigliani 1920 - Mario Varvogli the Greek musician was reputedly the last person to sit for Modigliani before his premature death in 1920 - pic credit myartprints.co.uk where you can purchase this poster.
TOUT - TOUT...
Tout le monde,
Montparnasse to Montmartre.
The street theatre of art.
Jeanne, oh what a dream
it all must have seemed
in nine-teen seven-teen.
Buongiorno Livorno!
Uno vino rosso, per favore.
Don't you know that the -
fruit of the vine -
is the fuel of the drug.
Amore, they say in the
language of love.
Dolce Vita! Mario.
He sits for the portrait
that hangs on my wall.
He's very thin +
he's very tall.
From Athenia to Pigalle
he's seen it all.
And the artist draws a fine line,
for a bottle of wine.
Rouge, blanc, rose.
They all go down the same way.
Day after day,
by the banks of the Seine.
And even Modigliani can dance.
Modi, Modi, Modi!
Yeah, you really showed the moda
how to take off all her clothes.
Nu couche,
Qu'est que c'est?
C'est la vie!
C'est tout...
PC28907

TALKING LAMBRETTA'S
It was one of those days
that sticks in your mind
that you'll never forget
for the rest of time.
And yet, I met a geezer
just yesterday. We were
talking Lambretta's and
Mods and things...
But it still took us
ten minutes to discover
that we knew each other.
and that he was with me
on that day!
71007

Song #15

WHEN YOU COME
When you come
knocking on my door
I'll take you back
like I did before,
'coz I luv you!
I love you
more + more...
Hey, yeah you!
I miss you,
yes I do!
And every day
that passes by
I cry + I cry
'coz I miss you
more + more!
Hey, yeah you!
I love you
yes I do!
repeat 27907

Wednesday not Tuesday...

ONE LAST REQUEST
They say that
you're the best.
Much better
than the rest.
If I could have
one last request.
I'd put their theory
to the test.
I'd ask to spend
my last night
loving you!
I've heard about
the things you do.
No doubt you'd make
my dreams come true.
If only 'til, the bullet
hits my chest.
19907

Autumn Gold...

WHEN THE NIGHTIME'S OVER
When summer green leaves
turn to autumn gold...
When the nightime's over and
daylight filters through to dawn.
That's when the cats come home
and the butterflies are born.
That's when the birds sing loudest
and the frogs spawn.
When summer green leaves
turn to autumn gold that's
when the party's over.
Or so I've been told!
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Liverpool 800...

THE AMAZING GORMLEY'S
With my eyesight
they look like
men in wet-suits
just standing there
waiting for the tide to
turn on Crosby beach.
First you see one - and you think
'What's he doing in the water?'
Then you see another one
and another and you walk
along the coastal pathway
towards the docks and you
realise that there's a whole
army of Action Men -
all stripped off and gazing out to sea.
'Stone the crows!
They're scaring the gulls
and the Liver Birds away.'
The Amazing Gormley's.
20707
As submitted to Liverpool 800

Nearly Tuesday!!! Song #14 + Haiku...

THE SEA-SHORE
I know that you say that,
You think I don't care!
But I went to the sea-shore,
the briny, La mer!
And I saw - the ghost of
you standing there.
I knew she was you by
the way her hair blew.
And the wind and the waves
brought back memories too!
Repeat
20807

HAIKU
Congestion City!
Bus, tram, bike, train, traffic jam?
Beat it don't eat it!
Rejected by MIMP my ride competition.

Song #12 + #12a

WHAT WILL I DO
(WITHOUT YOU?)
What will I do
without you?
What will I do
now you've gone?
You are my sun
you are my moon
my life's like a piano
that's way out of tune.
You are my midnight
you are my noon.
What will I do
without you?
What will I do
now you've gone?
I'm like a bat
without a ball.
My life's like a piano
that's way out of tune.
I'm like a cat
without a mat.
Repeat.
11807

Song #12a
LIFE IS SO BLUE
(WITHOUT YOU!)
Life is so blue
without you!
If you're reading this line
on your world wide web!
Or, listening to me
on your radio...
Or, maybe watching me
on your tee-vee!
You'll know who you
are and that you've
gone too far this time!
For, a million miles
away is too far...
for me to find you!
Hey! Life is so blue
without you! x3
11807a

Dream machines...

DREAMING DREAMS
We've got machines
making machines for
making dreams and
dream machines for
making dreams
come true.
We've got machines
making machines for
making love and
love machines for
making love
to you.
And
We've got dreamers
dreaming dreams of
making love to
their machines 'cos
there's nothing else
to dream about but...
Love machines!
And
We've got lovers
making love and
feeding dreams of
making love to
their machines 'cos
there's nothing much
to love but...
Dreaming dreams!
23799

Two fingers...

DAYS
Days gone by,
go by again.
We buy, spend,
re-purchase all but
our mis-spent youth.
The best kept vinyl
transfered to cassette
re-placed by compact disk.
Flairs, stitched parallel,
un-sewn into bell bottoms.
But expanding waistline
renders them useless this time.
And the important things in life
like pro-creation.
Days gone by, go by again.
We buy the same shirts
for our sons, as our fathers swore that:
Our grandfathers once wore.
I had a gran-dad shirt too,
a string vest and a beige
ribbed cardigan for Sunday best.
If only someone could invent a pill,
that would halt the whole ageing process.
But I guess, we'd all be typing this
with two fingers on a Remington.
God bless!
7797

Kids eat free...

McDOODLES

RESTAURANT

Welcome

to

McDoodles.

No dogs

only

Guide dogs.

No alcohol

only

Alcoholics.

No rollerskates

only

Rollerskaters.

Kids eat free

only

don't sick-up!

24707

Poor vs Rich...

WHY THE RICH STAY FAT
The poor stay poor
and the rich get fat
and the small stay
smaller than the tall.
If the rich gave their
riches to the poor that
would mean the rich
were rich no more.
So if the poor and
the rich were poor
the dream would end.
For that would mean
the poor could never
be rich and the rich
could never be richer
than the poor!
6382

Stormy Weather...

WITCHES
When three Witches meet
to conjure up the weather
you know that they'll
brew up a storm.
They'll plot a dry spell
at midnight,
to let the cats play,
ending at dawn with
the broom sticks away.
And then schedule rain
for the rest of the day!
9707A

RAIN
They talk about global warming
and climatic change but the erratic
weather is not getting better
I wanted it hotter but it's
getting wetter it rained all last
winter + summer again
and tomorrows forecast
is more of the same...
9707B

The worrying sort...

WORRY WART
They say that
you're the worrying sort.
Much more than that
you're a real worry wart!
You die if you worry,
you die if you don't!
So, what are you
worrying for?
27607

Song #11

NO, NO, NO!
Do you thinks
we going to make it
huh, monkey?
No, no, no!
me don't thinks so!
Me don't thinks
we going to make it.
La, da, de, de, da, da, da.
Do you thinks
we going to make it
for Christmas?
Hey, Santa?
No, no, no!
I don't thinks so!
I don't thinks
we going to make it.
La, da, de, de, da, da, da.
I don't thinks
we going to make it
for Easter!
No, no, no, no, no, no, No!
Oi, that's not funny bunny!
No, no, no!
Me don't thinks so!
Me don't thinks
we going to make it!
La, da, de, de, da, da, da.
Repeat/expand
AS1979

Violin thing...

BOW STRING
You said that I was
the string to your bow!
I thought that you meant
that I was the one that
fired your Cupid's arrow.
But I didn't know that
you had many strings
and your bow was the thing
from your old violin!
16407

Spotmandu...

FOUND POEM?
Spotted on a sandwich board outside a pub in Dublin's Temple Bar.

BELFAST BRUNCH
Boiled potatoes
Mashed potatoes
Roast potatoes
Chips!
Somebody crossed out
Belfast brunch
and chalked in
Dublin Sunday Lunch!
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No matter what...

THAT'S DEAD
No matter what I say or do -
someone, somewhere,
will have said + done it better.
So take this letter + read what
I have to say to you.
And if you don't do the things
I ask of you - Remember,
it won't be me that's dead!
16407