I Can Not Write Poetry by Andy Scorah (if you give a mouse a cookie read aloud TXT) 📖
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Ode to Past Future Past
A Poem by Andy Scorah
The whispering voices of past times
lead us to a knowledge of future crimes
we live in a world raped by greed and desire
with corrupt power to burn in etherial fire
A world drowning in the deeds of man
Save us from Kings with a dasterdly plan
Smoke and mirrors are the games they play
And we are the pawns to be held in sway
Pain and hardship are their stock in trade
we better pull together to make the grade
In the pages of history our voices will fade
And the freedoms of our ancestors we will have betrayed.
The Last Gentleman Tramp
A Poem by Andy Scorah
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Just a little ditty to our local city Tramp Tbag Pete, In the uk we call them tramps I changed it to Hobo for my American freinds,prefer Hobo anyway,more elegant than tramp and Pete is a Hobo.
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You roam Dylan's land
with your swag bag in hand
looking for a place
you move with such grace
A freeman of the land no idea of sin
part of a people that don't fit in
not bound by the cages of lifes light within
about the streets like a modern day Huckleberry Finn
In Swansea town
you wear the crown
unofficial King of the Hobos would make you frown
part of the landscape wearing a Hobos gown
At night in the drinking quarter
you stand and watch the beer fueled slaughter
and listen to the music like an ethereal hawker
no slave to that night or whore of the daily dustbin porter
Tbag Pete they call you but is that your name
You did not ask for this kind of fame
You did not want to join in the game
So wander you do wearing no shame
With your life so free
and empty of worrying chi
I just wanna say don't you see
we should envy you Mr Hobo life's absentee.
Tomorrow Today
A Poem by Andy Scorah
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Kids of today tomorros leaders.
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As I walk these roads on broken heels
I look around and wonder what I really feel
Beneath the veil of silent tears
My soul is bared with all its fears
While the dogs of war cry havoc
bringing on the harbingers of black luck
I see the cities and towns pass me by
leave each border with a timeless sigh
What scares me most in these troubled times
The youth of today skanking for dimes
Kids having kids with no sense of shame
Living a life so full of melodrame
From Beijing to Boston its all the same
Kids killing kids for sleights of respect fortune and fame
And who is to blame
Look in the mirror the blame has your name
And so the journey goes on
time passes and soon it is gone
What future there is
is in the hands of kids that kill kids.
Alternative Alien Aliteration
A Poem by Andy Scorah
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Empty of mind and let each word come into life all by itself.
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Crude crunchy creatures
Licked lucky leaches
sitting silently sleeping
Farmers falling far
Part patterned pavements
Attenuated attention attrition
Cars calling carnage
Weep weekly welders
die dissected diddycoys
MANCHURIAN MACHINATION
A Poem by Andy Scorah
It is what it is, and whatever it is, is what you want it to be
In a Manchurian world of Lysergic dreams
The world is not as it may seem
Just like Marco and Shaw turned into a political whore
Stalking the streets till you reach the killing floor
Was the queen of diamonds your call to war
Or Salinger's angst ridden tome
That made you carry a Glock from your home
Was it murderous visions driving you through the door
The soundtrack to your mental machinations
As the bodies hit the floor
Do you think your a soldier of the class war
Victims ain't we all of your death dealing gyrations.
Thatchers Spawn
A Poem by Andy Scorah
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Just a rant at the return of the Thatch
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In stygian dreams the reaper will play
He will look at you your entire glamor in sway
You think you know best without reason or rhyme
But you don’t realise you’re wasting your time
At the height of your power by old Benny’s shadow
You ensnare us all in a political tango
You open your mouth and give us the spin
If you are wise you will take it on the chin
For lies they spew no doctrines that are true
And we are enslaved by their Machiavellian sway
So on we go life day after day our pockets grow smaller while they take our pay
Our streets grow deep with the detritus of living
While life goes on but the bag rats unforgiving
In your high castle you sit playing at god
Then smacking us all with your priministerial rod
The Iron Lady came before
With her policies brought our world down to the floor
Brother against brother and father against son
When she lost her crown we thought we had won
Now Thatcher’s children are in the house of evil
Weaving her magic like a Boolean weevil
And on it goes because we put them there
Believing their lies we let the spectre rise
Now they are here without compromise
And the reaper arrives once more in a suit his disguise.
Freedom aka Benthams dream.
A Poem by Andy Scorah
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Is freeedom an illusion.
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Cities of gold now gone so cold
Full of creatures with slime in their souls
For gods are now the contents of your wallet
The eternal Jester sings a leprous sonnet
Watched by Orwellian eyes at every corner
And freedom is a word that is whispered by mourners
In a Panopticon world of Bentham's dream
Our lives are sutured like a surgical seam
In the dark we cry for life's loves lost
Freedom we cry whatever the cost
And TPOB say but you are free
And laugh and say but only if we agree.
47 Samurai
A Poem by Andy Scorah
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A tale of honour
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Forty seven who served and died
Giri and Bushido their binding cords
That drove them to draw their swords
Into karmic destiny they did ride
Two years laid waste to cherry blossom nights
Drinking and whoring delayed their plotting
Falling down drunks no fear were they breeding
Lord Kira spied on Samurai blights
Genroku fifteenth the oath is reborn
While the wind did howl and the snow did fall
Forty seven Ronin heeded the call
To honor their master their actions foresworn
To the beat of a drum and without delay
Lord kira's abode they did storm
Over his retainers forty seven did swarm
Heading the lessons of ten-shin Sensei
Hideing in the shadows Lord Kira was found
Bushido bound they gave him a chance
To end it all with the seppuku dance
For him the terror no words could resound
Without a word he was sent to his grave
Off came his head
Blood so red
Time to leave Kira's enclave
In sengaku-Ji to their masters grave
The story before them had travelled its way
With praise and drinks onto the endplay
Celebration fitting for those so brave
Against the shoguns will the forty seven did act
Warriors true right up to the end
Standing shoulder to shoulder their oath will impend
They followed Bushido, filial piety fulfilled by their pact
Thou shalt not tread the same soil as the enemy of thy Lord
Thus their duty done
They took their lives beneath the rising sun
Forty seven died by the spirit of the sword
Death poem by Anon
tahdachi ya
toshi to kitte
koromogae
Time to go
They say the journey is a long one
change of clothes
ROCK AND ROLL MISH MASH
A Poem by Andy Scorah
Between the devils and the angels
A fire is burning in my soul
when i see the hoary dreams of a charlatans eagles
I realize my time is gone
The streets on fire
with my lady's desire
Tattooed in hell
While guitars crashed
And drums did roll
The man with the tigers eye trying to save my soul
The reaper walks among us
He knows all our names
And hangs out with Bacchus
Dreaming of the purging flames
And sitting up high on the rock
Watching the raggedy man heels clocking on the dock
With Hitchcock eyes and a warlocks speech
fingernails trailing blackboard screech
Another switchblade night
silhouetted lovers in the moons cadaverous back-light
Lips lingering, fingers browsing a virgins delight
Shake this town from your back
Before it bears down and you become a throwback
you know not what it is you do
This ain't no haiku
Nobodies mental kung-fu
Its just a flow from my cranial fu man chew
Words dripping in ones and two
come to my keyboard via digital virtue.
THE CROW { IT CANT RAIN ALL THE TIME}
A Poem by Andy Scorah
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A man comes back from the dead to seek vengence for him and his dead lover
Tribute to one of my favourite films"
It can't rain all the time
said the
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