YouTube – David Gray – Ain’t No Love
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Archive for June, 2009
Talking about YouTube – David Gray – Ain’t No Love
Posted in Music on 28/06/2009| Leave a Comment »
Another broken phone.
Posted in Poetry on 26/06/2009| Leave a Comment »
Watch the phone.
See how it shatters as it hits the wall.
Feel the hurt drain from you as it does so.
Another broken promise.
Another broken dream.
Another scar on your heart.
See how it shatters as it hits the wall.
Feel the hurt drain from you as it does so.
Another broken promise.
Another broken dream.
Another scar on your heart.
A new day tomorrow.
A new day
tomorrow.
A new day
tomorrow.
Andy Fox 260609
Scent.
Posted in Poetry on 25/06/2009| Leave a Comment »
The smell of a book,
the scent of a woman ,
the heavy reek of diesel,
the notes of new asphalt,
the aroma of freshly baked bread,
the stink of the abbatoir,
the fragrance of flowers.
All are the perfumes of life.
How bland our lives would be
without our sense of smell.
Andy Fox 250609.
In a whimsical mood.
The girls of summer.
Posted in Poetry on 25/06/2009| Leave a Comment »
In my head i am 14 years old
not this wreck of 47.
Not the disenchanted and disillusioned me of now
but the brighteyed young optimist
who has just discovered the girls of summer.
not this wreck of 47.
Not the disenchanted and disillusioned me of now
but the brighteyed young optimist
who has just discovered the girls of summer.
Andy Fox 250609.
This is a rewrite of the recycled teenager poem.
Fencepost Tortoise.
Posted in Uncategorized on 24/06/2009| Leave a Comment »
"While stitching up the hand of a 75 year old Devon farmer, who cut it on a gate while working cattle, the rural doctor struck up a conversation with the old man. Eventually the topic got around to Gordon Brown and his appointment as Prime Minister.
Well, you know," drawled the old farmer, "this Brown fellow is what they call a fencepost tortoise." Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him what a fencepost tortoise was. The old farmer said, "When you’re driving along a country road and you come across a fence post with a tortoise balanced on top, that’s called a fencepost tortoise."
The old farmer saw a puzzled look on the doctor’s face, so he continued to explain, "You know he didn’t get up there by himself, he definitely doesn’t belong up there, he doesn’t know what to do while he is up there, and you just have to wonder what kind of idiot put him up there in the first place."
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes.
Posted in Poetry on 23/06/2009| Leave a Comment »
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes.
Who watches the watchmen?
Who guards the guardians?
Who polices the police?
Our corrupt politicians?
or us?
Who watches the watchmen?
Who guards the guardians?
Who polices the police?
Our corrupt politicians?
or us?
Andy Fox 230609
Your starter for ten!
A recycled teenager.
Posted in Poetry on 23/06/2009| Leave a Comment »
Iin my head i am fourteen years old
not this wreck of over forty.
Not the disillusioned or the disenchanted
but a brighteyed optimist
who has just discovered summer.
Andy Fox 230609
Redacted.
Posted in Poetry on 22/06/2009| Leave a Comment »
This poem wasn’t censored
it was only redacted.
And what good would the information
have been to you?
And these lines are not censored
well not these ones anyway.
And the next ones wouldn’t be any good to you.
it was only redacted.
And what good would the information
have been to you?
And these lines are not censored
well not these ones anyway.
And the next ones wouldn’t be any good to you.
And if a few words are missing
like names,addresses
well really you have nothing to complain about.
You didnt vote me in
and you can’t vote me out.
Ii am not a politician
i just comment.
Close the door when you leave,
that is on your way out,
i shall close the door after you.
Give the next one a shout!
like names,addresses
well really you have nothing to complain about.
You didnt vote me in
and you can’t vote me out.
Ii am not a politician
i just comment.
Close the door when you leave,
that is on your way out,
i shall close the door after you.
Give the next one a shout!
Andy Fox 220609
In an odd whimsical mood or frame of mind.
ps. does the gap fit the feel of the poem?
ps. does the gap fit the feel of the poem?
The sky dozed.
Posted in Poetry on 22/06/2009| Leave a Comment »
The sky dozed.
Oh it grumbled to itself a little bit
but it was content to doze.
The grumbles showed themselves
in the liitle bits of cloud that adorned
the delicate hue that was today.
Today it was a happy sky
and heavy with that contentment.
And later,to clear its head,
it lit the heavens with its brilliance
and with its music .
We saw them as thunder and lightning
and we gloried in them as they raised our spirits.
Thank you sky.
Oh it grumbled to itself a little bit
but it was content to doze.
The grumbles showed themselves
in the liitle bits of cloud that adorned
the delicate hue that was today.
Today it was a happy sky
and heavy with that contentment.
And later,to clear its head,
it lit the heavens with its brilliance
and with its music .
We saw them as thunder and lightning
and we gloried in them as they raised our spirits.
Thank you sky.
Andy Fox 220609
The teller of tales.
Posted in Poetry on 22/06/2009| Leave a Comment »
I am the teller of tales
and the teller of truths.
I am the judge
and also the jury.
I am the defendant,
the prosecuter
and the defence.
I am the innocent
and i am the guilty.
I can’t be who you want me to be.
But you can accept me as i am.
We all have choices
and i have made mine.
I live my life as best i can.
Can i bid you the same?
Would you accept it if i did?
That is your choice
and yours alone to make.
I wish you well.
and the teller of truths.
I am the judge
and also the jury.
I am the defendant,
the prosecuter
and the defence.
I am the innocent
and i am the guilty.
I can’t be who you want me to be.
But you can accept me as i am.
We all have choices
and i have made mine.
I live my life as best i can.
Can i bid you the same?
Would you accept it if i did?
That is your choice
and yours alone to make.
I wish you well.
Andy Fox 220609
No i dont know where it came from!
No i dont know where it came from!
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