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Flying Lemming, 22 november 2011

Embrace The Change

I changed my hair I changed my style
I changed my look I changed my smile
I changed my hat to suit the fad
I changed the clothing that I had
I changed my diet and my routine
I changed into a fitness machine
I changed my lifestyle I changed my physic
I changed from welcoming to quiet and meek
I changed my character and changed my friends
I changed the way the story ends
I changed the goals and sights I’d see
I changed everything that made me me

I changed my mind I changed direction
I changed how I viewed my reflection
I changed right back to how I began
Exactly the same but a completely changed man

May 25, 2008

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Flying Lemming, 20 november 2011

Thinking Of A Title Is The Hardest Part

Staring at the screen, hoping for a start
Thinking of a title really is the hardest part
Staring at the screen, hoping for a verse
Trying hard to fill my need to rhythmically converse
Staring at the screen, hoping for a break
I want to sound sincere and not plastic or fake
Staring at the screen, hoping for ideas
Watching as my wish to be creative disappears
Staring at the screen, hoping for a line
Think I'll just give up now and stop wasting my time
Staring at the screen, making one last bid
I need to write a poem, wait a minute, I just did!

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Flying Lemming, 20 november 2011

There's Someone In My Head And It Isn't Me

There’s someone there behind my eyes
Who I have grown to despise
He’s with me wherever I go
When I say yes, he says no

At school when the bullies shoved
He told me it was weak to blub
When the teachers held me back
He begged for me to just attack

When growing up he burned in me
Each time I suffered more cruelty
The men who’d keep me in my place
The women who just laughed in my face

He’d mutter ‘you must make them pay’
For treating you this awful way’
But I would keep him buried deep
Although the strain would make me weep

At work, like school, I was kept down
I was the joke, the office clown
The bullies were still haunting me
But now had power and money

I’d never fit, I had no chance
I had no fun, no slight romance
A humiliation every day
The man inside would burn away

Telling me he’d take no more
Of retributions kept in store
And how they’d curse the slaps and jibes
And settle debts with all their lives

When I get pushed he growls so low
When angry he wants it to show
When I'm polite he snipes and sneers
He’s got much louder in recent years

There is someone behind my eyes
And now inside my hand
And now he’s picking up that gun
I hope you’ll understand

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Flying Lemming, 20 november 2011

I Took A Seed

I took a seed and planted it, and it became a vine
I took the vine and nurtured it, and it gave me some juice
I took the juice and processed it and that gave me some wine
I took the wine and drank it all and then set myself loose

I took my car and drove around not seeing very straight
I took a corner much to fast and came upon a cliff
I took evasive action but just a bit too late
I took a steady plummet and almost became a stiff

I took an ambulance and at the hospital took root
I took two weeks to come around and everyone agreed
I took too many risks in life, and left me with some fruit
I took the grapes and ate them and was left with a seed

I took a seed……

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Flying Lemming, 17 november 2011

I Am Pigeon

I am pigeon hear me coo
I’m not glamorous this is true
In every city of every country
There is a chance you will see me

Before I hop off into the distance I want to make a few remarks
We may not have the same glory as swallows, hawks or larks
But we are multi-national, the true birds of peace that’s us
We hobble on regardless with no ego and no fuss
People try to poison us, they call us ‘rats with wings’
Just ‘cos we’re not romantic like a nightingale that sings

But we will fight this persecution
With our pigeon revolution

We’re the only beauty of wing in the city
When other birds take flight we’re still sitting pretty
On high ledges and on windows we will gather everywhere
Sitting between the plastic prongs designed to stop us sitting there

So please throw us a crumb, from wherever you come
Whatever country, party or religion, there will always be a pigeon

Sunday, May 25, 2008

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Flying Lemming, 17 november 2011

Freedom

You can say what you want, just not so anyone can hear
You can live how you want, just not while living here
You can criticise those in power, just never out loud
You can be an individual, as long as you stay in the crowd
You can have your own opinions, just keep them to yourself
You can do just what you want, if you’ve got the wealth
You can choose to look however you want, that is very true
But if you look too different then we wont talk to you
You’ve the chance to be you, if you are like them and me
Why aren’t you smiling, you should be glad to be so free

Sunday, May 25, 2008

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Flying Lemming, 15 november 2011

Pop-up Adverts and how They Crush Your Soul

I sat by my screen intending to write
An ode to the woman who gives my soul flight
Start up the computer and run through my mind
To see what emotions and feelings I find

‘Your eyes make my heart beat so fast it’ll pop’
(pop) SHOOT THE DANCING BEARS HAT AND WIN A LAPTOP!

I click the advert closed and try to regroup
My thoughts and my dreams and take another swoop

‘Your smile gives me joy other people wont know’
(pop) JOIN OUR NEW ON-LINE HYPER CASINO!

My flow interrupted again by this ad
I close it and try to get back what I had

‘Without you by me the world becomes scarier’
(pop) MEET OTHER HOT SINGLES WHO LIVE IN YOUR AREA!

A scowl, a click, I growl and flick my screen back to my ode
I try again to board my train of thought back down the road

‘Your voice gives me love, all my heart will allow’
(pop) FREE SMILIES AND POINTERS FOR YOU TO OWN NOW!

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I pick up my paper and ready my pen
To start to create my poem again

‘Your soft touch sends sparks all over my skin,
Like the sparks that fly from the computer in my bin’.

9/8/2007

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Embrace The Change

Thinking Of A Title Is The Hardest Part

There's Someone In My Head And It Isn't Me

I Took A Seed

I Am Pigeon

Freedom

Pop-up Adverts and how They Crush Your Soul

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