Poetry: Red Rag To A Bull

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Poetry: Poetry: Red Rag To A Bull

Poetry: Poetry: Red Rag To A Bull: "Poetry: Red Rag To A Bull : 'To all their misdemeanours To all their folly and liesThy theft, thy fraud, thy treachery So spoken so despised..."

Poetry: Gamblers love In Idle turnIdle turn those tri...

Poetry: Gamblers love

In Idle turnIdle turn those tri...: "Gamblers love In Idle turn Idle turn those tricky aces, Lost by fractions Spinning coins those slots those faces I’m still losing, ..."

I Was I Am

I was a born again Christian

A worn out thespian

A luvvy dovey a picture of your health

My thinking a wood axe

Head cold to your Imperial state

Measurer of your honey

Story retold a thousand closing gates

They said they’d break the mould

Irony a pivotal swing

Without no axis without no steel

Incognito inventors of the wheel

A fleeting glance you were my last dance

Held you in my trance

Still we’d swing motionless

To stiff suits to shoes rubbed the skin the backs of all those heels

Where I chanced a glance the purchase of your glare

Laid low sweltering in my dreams

Cursing at the fear of borrowed dignity

Killing time

Laughing into the face of those sundials

Calling all my mischief to shine on no particular barricade

The blinking of an eye

The wealth of our decline

Where I forge my lukewarm smile

Motionless tears to fretless dreams

A broken down lecture

Still warm diet of tribal charm

The mothers of milk

Perpetual bliss

I was a born again thespian

A worn out Christian

A luvvey dovey a picture of your health

My thinking a wood axe

Head cold to a monarchic state

Measurer of your pot of gold

Like justice repackaged resold

To a thousand shut and closing gates

Carving Up The Assets

To old for winter

not quite young enough for spring.

Tired bones entrenched and digging,

abilities black consumer.

Burnishing the last,

the candle dancer.

Those embers glowing red to black,

pulsing on air, sucking in

greedily wanting you more.

Choking barely alive the last of the grate

The money monkey’s swift eventual surface.

Ultimate demise, the thirst of desire, the last of the fire.

And for the sun to go down that diminishing light.

Dark of your time.

Then all those middle pigs and little snots came begging,

dropping trousers, lifting their skirts,

groping in those murky waters.

Now where’s the truth in that?

There’s truth in them there hills.

Don’t worry old man!

They fill in all the spaces,

they tie up your laces.

A zipped up grin, on a cracked up face,

and a painted on smile.

Now there lies truth in a casket of wood.

A thousand feet, for a field full of mud.

Industrial Extermination of the North

And in tempering the highest of the low

Great swell of humanity.

Who dons purple gown?

And in the murky waters supply barges, stinky parallel lines

Sometime in the past

“Is this where the bombs fell grandad?

I heard it said men gave their lives”.

Clocking in clocking out, dancing in sweat and beer

From grouse to panel, we’re all still beating

Hastening retreat

On standing too close you smell the blood, grease merciless,

 They’ve made mud pies.

Steady retreating hands.

Out of their grim, into their shells

Seeing no scribbled faces, clean sheets, Sunday best.

Sun kissed pawn brokers

“Is it true grandad what they say, was it like that!”

“They’ve nowt worth buying, begging never was. 

All cock, cunt, and lies”.

Soft listening eyes.

“Your not looking hard enough!”

“I can’t see”.

“Oh yes you can, open up your eyes.

Let the stench fill your nostrils.

You get used to it.”

Join us now we’re on the road to oblivion.

Sing along with Joe, Sing along.

They made no noise.

Lonely Scotland sings now.

Kitten

A kitten called this morning

Tempering spirit

It was early in the morning

I needed cigarettes

The figure eight you made

Snaked round and round my legs

I came back with cigarettes

I needed trust, you needed food

I gave you salmon, milk.

You gave me trust

A deal stuck this morning

On the basis of your need not want

And in the amicable world, the cut, thrust.

I never cut you never thrust

A kitten called this morning

I guess it paid, really paid.

Special offers, a meal deal.

A kitten called this morning

Gamblers love

    In Idle turn

Idle turn those tricky aces,

Lost by fractions

Spinning coins those slots those faces

 I’m still losing, losing count all of this

The counting beads streets of bliss.

The boxing glove the training shoe

I guess I’m fighting losing you

You made me hard so wet with beer

I doused the flames whilst cursing fear

We lived our lives those earthly sins

Like plastic bags and rusting tins

For all the truth the spoken words

For all the words broken swords

I’m raging now at empty sea

Down on my knees this precipice

I’ll sing no more nor shake my fist

The eagle landed took a piece of my ear

That don’t matter, see I don’t care

For long time past I laughed at fear

In the mists you hit you run

Like good spare ribs and china tea

I cannot hate for you nor me

Loving ways in tender days

Where this love found on stony ground

Floundering with aching heart

I cursed the end more than the start

We shared our souls this crazy world

Questions asked

Should flowers grow?

The seeds I scattered would never sow

Till this soil till end of time

I’ll lose my mind in blood red wine

Storing secrets which way to bend

Where now my love could this world send

In idle turn those tricky aces

Lost by fractions, spinning coins

Those slots those faces

I’ll spin a coin for all at sea

A game of chance,

Best out of three

     In idle turn

Wish Eyed

Wish eyed died before I lied

Wish eyed cried from deep inside

Wish eyed swam more with the sea

Drank less beer loads more tea

Sank my teeth into more thinking

Lived in bed, done more stinking

Wish eyed thought more fore a spoke

Coz most I says a fucking joke

Wish eyed never cut no hair

Coz now I’m trembling, cutting scared

Sinking feelings deep inside

Wish eyed joined the communist party

Could have been so arty-farty

Wish eyed joined no protest group

Cunt care less what its about,

This mouth on me just needs to shout

Punch um out, let um have it

fuck um all who gives a shit

Another piss head, fucking prick

Wish eyed wondered cross the sea

 Oe’r land I’ve never seen

Wish eyed been more rich than poor

Just to even up the score

Could have been a fine old Tory

that’s another fucking story

Rubbing shoulders great and good

Rolled the old girls, stole their purses

even shagged their fucking arses

Could have worn that corporate grin

then I’d toss you in the bin

Saville row, Barkers shoes,

Heads I’d win and tails you’d lose.

Wish eyed been a slime M.P.

Toast the town the one to see

Maybe Minster-of- state

I know you’d take my oral bait

Could have had my head in banking

If I’d spent less time a flunking

Now they say with age comes wisdom

I don’t know bout all of that

Seems to me I’m one Cool Cat.

A cautionary tale don’t spend your time being wish eyed.

                                                                                                                                          Curtains                                                                                                                                   

      

Closing in on cruel sea

Yearn thy soul it maketh me

In the mire so up to peak

So, so sold hearts

Skewed on streets of gold

Mice of refuge live endless dreams

Solitary state

Kindled in their scavenged skins

Blasted wind and fire

Where were lawyers, priest temperant few?

Cauldrons of gravy

They hunted tortured souls!

You will dance in your fleshy faces grimy skin

Tacking on the mill wall your notice of repent

Where hangeth the next neck

Quick march, quick sand stand easy now stand all alone

You always were you the trees, paper, pulp

They blood, spit, feathers, and ink

Taking all on broad shoulders, tired aching backs

Words is cheap!

Sleeping beauty she scorned you

I guess she always knew

Now that’s not me I see in a thousand reflections

There for all to see

They were not pointing fingers

Wind, trees, play tricks in shaded light

Curtains I believed you, I guess I always will

Chancing like hands guided missiles

Homing in losing fate

Hiding their rabbit holes

Fit for purpose, heavy weight so boxing snow

It had the affected glancing sly cold tin thought

Slicing through the inferior

Fields of corporal grain, private corn

Tomfoolery so neatly sliced

Enjoys no language thy tethered hands, baited hooks

Sold fast food morsels, ghostly beards, frosted ships

We sailed on in putrid seas

So ended now washed up in the minds, of the oh so timid gentle men

Curtains I believed you, I guess I always will

When will those villains of the peace, master’s meagre vantage of youth

Wasted in the strewn garbage piles of hope, scream louder aloft

Thy gathering clouds, this discontent

Where will the dead walk?

The living find faith?

Thy tried and tested abuse, thy chalice and church is poison!

Your choking thirst

We quenched the will, power to sow the heady mix

Desolated losers, lion like winners

I crown you curtains king of the dark decaying tried

Passing through cracked armour

Shining new morn light

Another day digging dollar

Choking breath, dogged collar

Wurlitzer of the mind

Draw fast now cowboys draw now for mercies sake

Curtains you are immortal

The keys to this kingdom live within

The wise fools, always their sleep

Half riding on the backs

Role on humanity, roll on

Escape, escape thy ball thy chain

This time is gold for mortal men

Curtains I believe you, I guess I always will

Where now to send thy words not quenched

I gasp aloft, I’ll choke thy flames thy ringing chords, howling rage

Who hides this choice to make this life, generous fruitful zest?

For fear me not! You will be heard

For I be mercy, and not for her enchanting blissful, golden ways

I ride upon thy widening waste

Immortal dirge in burning aluminous white

To spur me on thy nightly beam, my brightening star, so heating life

Your vantage sporn no greener grass

The emerald sweet where pounded flesh

The heavy beat and clodding feet

Who would burst! To hammer hard at wooden door

The crown and mitre Cathedral state

Condemned in silence

You will not hear or feel their beating hearts and thumping fists

Curtains, curtains I believed you I guess I always will

Sleep on and on, my merry gentlefolk 

So you like Cycle Speedway  

                                  

Where fire filled air smelled burning rubber

Like kicking dust like scandalous plumes

Like our sweet bicycles

Where saddled to frames, like bike’s of truth

We sold our dreams to child like youth

Where we peddled on so sold to oil in chains

Where straitening forks so hammered in grid

With sloped back frames like old tin lid

Where we stayed out till way past dark

I’m sure I heard like spaniels bark

So soon to fade away

Where dampened green like covered dirt

Mud paths, tree roots, baseball boots

Where hanging on sweet bluebell wood

Like chattering mums like growling dads

Came down to scorn at long lost sons

All clipped by ear dragged home by pants

Like tried and tested racing heads

We tucked up tight like neat made beds

Where listen now for echoes past

To all the dreams they could not last

Like what I’d give to take you back

Ride once more like an old grass track

Where none were first

Where none were last

Distant memories forgotten past

My sweetest thoughts like childhood lost

The ill

Struggle up the ill

Peace eternal energy

Ruthless well matched many

Gnaws out of the mechanical mechanisms

So predisposed

Stiff cloned hidden truthful

Inevitability eventual bliss

Hands forced issue

Head never used

Closet door so bolted shut

It will not enter from your door

There will be no communication

I never possessed a door

Don’t make me laugh what windows

Still! Struggle up the ill

Age another branch

Growing

Tree of life

Passion

In frenzied end of day

Where closed out of light

Like all at crouching curtains

We two speeding on with night

In soul searching longing

Sweet scented dreams

Gifts from beyond, so delicate yet fine

So peaceful so polished thy words softly spoken

That I was hitching a ride, in the truth in those eyes

Where we danced in the mind fields

I as loaded gun

You a dancing lamb

Turned sugary mistakes to candy floss tricks

Hot passion crackled in the fire of desire

Staggering in on that shore

Tasted salt on your lips, 

In layered stone there, scattered dress, shoes, and handbag.

In remnants of minds, where once we were naked.

The older I grow so dumber so slow

And in beauty that was in time a disguise.

Sanctuary

We chose our sanctuary

Brokered excitement gloss full brochures

In the blinding rays

Sun, sex, frolicking waves

Salted skin

Climbing into the arms of some foreign culinary delight

Hiding drowsed cultured new pastures

Idling in habitual blindness

Whitening morning sun

Smacking our lips on new found revenge

Any Leader

I so divided by your sword

You losing to the beauty of the books

I will make no excuses to humanity

Where the slaughter laughing at dignity

The afternoon sun or warm sultry evenings

Barbed wire fences with tea

Voices singing so brazenly

I’m on my knees praying to a god

One I could hardly believe in

You really are ridiculous

The reality of the situation makes me ridiculous too

The crowd deliriously chanting your name

Over and over and out

I could never eat, drink with you

We will never sleep together

This really is the great divide

For my part

I would gladly nail you to the cross

(Tribute to anarchy)

Yuletide me in knots

For Christ’s sake it’s only a Sunday roast

One day, its only one fucking day

Merry Christmas

Hogmanay

Ham in a real pickle now

Come here give us a kiss

Happy New Year

Thank fuck that’s all done and dusted

Control

The day the dog disappeared

Just one day in this dog of your life

House trained I leave no mess

If only I hadn’t the need to follow

I wouldn’t the need to lead

That day, the day the dog disappeared

Yet somehow he could not heed to your wishes

So like he’d tasted freedom

Somewhere in the bite of his own tempestuous feed

That day, the day the dog disappeared

This day, the day the dog went AWOL

Like he’d scorned to a boy a wagging finger

Tail pulsing obedience, obligatory generated commands

Where the fields lye widening

Were you predisposed to deceive and retrieve?

This day, the day the dog disappeared

This day

Regrettable Actions

Like all the fortunes consumed in our misspent youth

Where the messenger cried shy of hope

The washing angrily drying out, written lines

To the exchange our familiarity

Crippled by the confines, this denial

To the song so slightly disenchanted

A bird in the corner of your eye

The one I set free

Corner of the room, I sleeping violet

Best we savour our moments like anonymous kissing Yankees

In the bankruptcy of truth

Cashing in on golden desire

Where I could be driven to drink

Driven to dance

Seldom now do my tricks

Labour in the folly of the masses

Sometimes you hit the nail on the head.

Not often enough to satisfy everything you nail.

Such is life.

Poetry: Red Rag To A Bull

Poetry: Red Rag To A Bull: "To all their misdemeanours To all their folly and liesThy theft, thy fraud, thy treachery So spoken so despisedLike cattle with nought’n..."

Red Rag To A Bull

To all their misdemeanours

To all their folly and lies

Thy theft, thy fraud, thy treachery

So spoken so despised

Like cattle with nought in fodder

So forced I stand to shudder

Tis locked out factory gates

To all thy bricks and mortar

Thy bankrupt welfare states

To bankers pound and sold

Like in oozing festering sores

So neat a Cowell sum

To sweet and candy divas

Thy swindling musical scores

For neat  Beijing sandwiches

In seas of China tea

Thy despot Gordon Brown

Laid his fiddle down on me

AY- In all their misdemeanours

To all their folly and lies

Where Elgar’s sweet fine music

Sold in beauty to thine skies

Where Liberals bought their powers

To votes so sold by knaves

Thy Tories sold this story

Tis Land of Hope and Glory

In all thy light was shattered

Like low Pound high yield Dollars

Thine only God is profit

Ye well heeled toffee scholars

AY- For all thy rent and mortgages

Thy thieving wretched lies

Thy tax avoidance fillies

And their cheating corporate flies

Tis time to show our red rag

Show the red rag to the bull

Tis time to hang our red rag

Hang our red rag round a bull

Tis time to dance a reckoning

To level out thine score

Set all the church bells ringing

Let thy anger voice be heard

I’ve only just a started Lord

Let not their gun smoke quell

I’m sure if you are listening Lord

My slumber with eternity

Would not be spent in Hell

Tis time to show our red rag

Show the red rag to the bull

Tis time to hang the red rag

Hang the red rag round a bull

So be driven hard like nails boys

With hearts of English oak

Tis time to dig our furrows

Let thy toffees wear the yolk

To sweat them like an oxen

In the fields of their theft

Even up thy averages

Hang red rags round their necks

AY-For all my misdemeanours

For all my folly and lies

I cannot hold my tongue no more

For those I so despise

To Shelley, Keats, and Byron

I write these words for thee

Rise up my sleeping giants

For its time to come to tea

Tis time to wear the red rag

Show the red rag to the gun

So come my friends, my comrades

My Sisters, Brothers too

Be not ye all afraid or a mind confused to dull

Tis time to hang our red rag

Hang thine red rag round the bull

Tis time.

In homage to the spirit of revolutionary song, both past and present.

Wherever, whenever, by whatever means foul or fair.

Without fear of their religion, laws, corruption, deceit, bullets, torture and death. Onward, onward.

It is the very least we owe to humanity.

It is the debt we must all render to our salvation, prosperity, and future.

In the words of the Prime Minister of our Nation State

We are all in this together.

Poetry: Tater Ash Woman

Poetry: Tater Ash Woman: "To the job list enduring nether to demise Warming my heart copious in labour In worn out fleece to dirty old jeans In tater ash comrade I..."

Tater Ash Woman

To the job list enduring nether to demise

Warming my heart copious in labour

In worn out fleece to dirty old jeans

In tater ash comrade I lie somehow complete

Not withstanding a falling

Fearnley- Whittingstall so Ramseynesque

Nowhere near an erupting my sweet, sweet burlesque

This banquet of flavours senior Fray Bentos

Savour delights

Dumplings curvaceous still holding mine eyes

In truthful endearing to tater ash nights

Where cold in enduring gift of my plenty

So still I bemused to those pictures of red

Gift me my cottage tumble down shed

Thy fine tree of life no chance I’ll surreal

Those tater ash skies, thine tater ash eyes,

Thy great northern mother taught tater ash tied

I caught by a caption in flawless collusion

So bowl and deliver

I’d steal you fresh flowers then puff out my chest.

I’ll chain smoke my signature to her soulful request

In digging and doing, to tooing and froing

I sold to my savour

In tater ash comrade I lie somehow complete

To the job list enduring nether to demise

So sold to that labour through her all knowing eyes

Who kept all my secrets never told of my lies?

To when’re I may wonder, to when’re I may roam

Thy sweet ladies kitchen will always be home

Like I said to you comrade,

When we’d drank of our drink, ate of our fill

To balance on tiptoe on top of our hill

In tater ash comrade I lie somehow complete.