New Wave.
Just after I have papered over the cracks,
It was time for something new,
I had wiped the slate clean once again,
It was time for a new wave of words,
With my stance with the world,
Just a little tight and obscure,
I tried everything on,
Now I am distant and unsure,
As the new waves lap at my feet,
As I stand on a shore of sand,
I look ahead into the hazy distance,
I try to work and try to understand,
With so many words caressing me.
I have ways of weaving words,
But getting the right mix of verbs and tricks,
Not every reader can understand,
As circles are drawn in the sand,
So whose side are you on?
Do you draw the line at the final furlong?
Just like me do you wish to carry on?
Just like Babs did all these years,
Her English humour a blessing,
With a few rude innuendos here and there,
The whole kingdom watched her undressing.
Can you read between the lines?
Do you study in depth what you read?
My poetry is not really one dimensional,
There are hidden details crafted carefully,
Here comes a new paragraph,
Here comes a new phrase,
Here comes another poem,
To tease you in different ways,
I have poems to make you hunger for food,
I have poems to make you cry for justice,
I have poems that will make you love yourself,
All written with truth and earnest.
New waves come like seasons,
Some will be better than others,
Some will fly you like a kite,
Some will bury your hopes alive,
No use in crying over spilt milk,
Just complete the circle and start again,
Let bygones be bygones,
No use in unnecessary pain,
Bye, Bye Winter Blues.
I was feeling blue,
In the deepest drawer of winter,
Feeling closed in the closet,
Of the loneliest month,
I don’t like the heat of summer,
The sweating of armpits,
The biting of the bugs in your bed,
The crusty scabs on your head,
I like the dark but not so much the cold,
The drizzle on a work day morning,
You know it’s going to be a long day,
You know your life is boring,
Standing tall at the end of April,
You can feel the season change,
Wishing and hoping for warmth,
To scream, bye, bye winter blues.
As you study the internet,
Watching the weather channels,
On seasonal temperatures, ice cold slant,
Wearing winter clothing in May,
Desperately wanting some warmth,
Dying to walk around outside,
Fed up of watching the rain tapping the window,
You want to go for a long ride,
Far away from here,
Away from the grey sky,
Away from the cruel cold,
The wind blows dirt into your eye,
Wanting and yearning,
To say bye, bye winter blues.
Just as you thought it was here,
You felt the temperature rise,
But another storm front slides in,
Blowing away your dreams,
Torrential rain,
Strikes again,
One hour downpour,
Devastating crops,
I want to scream,
Bye, bye winter blues.
I want to wear Bermuda shorts,
And scare people with my over white,
Ugly and scarred legs,
I want to see,
The worst kind of woman,
Bursting out of the too small bikini,
That she was dying to wear,
Forever,
Bye, bye winter blues.
You took your time to come,
But I’m glad that you’re here,
So I can sip on my beer,
In the piazza,
And relax there.
But you are not here,
You have become out of season,
Another kind of wind blows in,
For whatever reason,
Coats in June,
No sun tan in sight,
Another downpour,
Another early night.
Summer excursions,
Put on hold,
Waiting for us all,
To get so old,
Summer time, good times,
Where are you?
I went to an outdoor rock festival,
Found only mud,
Anoraks and brollies,
Knee deep in shit,
Looking a total wally,
Raining on a Saturday,
Raining on my day off,
Sat at home counting seeds,
Wanting to sing loudly,
Bye, bye winter blues!
Japper Napper.
You went too far,
You know who you are,
A mouth that shouldn’t speak,
With two ears that shouldn’t hear,
A brain that shouldn’t think,
You should shrink,
You know who you are,
You went too far,
I didn’t really mention,
All the detail and facts,
Showing you confidential information,
Of all the government attacks,
On you!
They went too far!
They know who you are!
They poison the water,
You are all sedated,
Too tired for debate,
Too stoned to raise your fist,
The smog could be a lie,
It is a toxin smothering you,
Making you pay,
For all the things,
You tried to say,
Nobody listened,
Except them,
You went too far,
They know who you are,
Before the japper napper was set free,
Now the end has arrived for you and me,
When censorship is not far enough,
When death is the fairest of the fair.
Here comes the japper napper,
Yapper nap,
Nap,
Nap,
Nap,
Nip,
Nap,
Nap.
You went too far,
Look at you now,
Paranoid,
Scared of your own shadow,
Are they listening to you?
Reading your email’s?
They are curious,
Why you don’t conform,
They know who you are,
Sat outside your home.
Here comes the japper napper,
japper nap,
Nap,
Nap,
Nap,
Nip,
Impressum
Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG
Texte: Darren Hobson
Bildmaterialien: Darren Hobson
Lektorat: Darren Hobson
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 01.08.2016
ISBN: 978-3-7396-6674-7
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This ebook is dedicated as always to my very own Japper Napper!