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Flying Lemming, 11 stycznia 2012
The Big Ride
Standing in the queue waiting for the big ride
It feels like there’s a whirlwind going on inside
My stomach start lurching, my heartbeat quickens
The thought of getting on the ride just really sickens
I hear it zooming past and the people screaming loud
I look for other nervous faces waiting in the crowd
I feel like I’m the only one with this grip of fear
And every time the line moves on I feel the cause grow near
Just a few steps left until I am locked in
My mouth becomes quite dry, all the moistures on my skin
I look at every bolt and every join upon the frame
The thought that one could pop makes my heart burst into flame
I take my seat, the restraining bar locks into place
I try to force a brave smile but it wont come to my face
The carriage jerks along and then hits the incline
Higher higher higher clicking creaking all the time
The noise of the theme park is lost down below
As the carriage meets the top and very soon I know
That it will lose its battle against gravities greed
Hitting twists and turns and loops all at great speed
The carriage starts to roll away and oh no here we go
The feeling of the speed and movement makes me feel a glow
I laugh with real enjoyment as I experience each turn
The thrills the spins the spirals that I wanted to spurn
Give me such a buzz that I come off the ride grinning
Wondering why I worried so about the twists and spinning
I march on proud to the next ride brave and full of grit
But as I wait there for my turn I start to think a bit
Standing in the queue waiting for the big ride
It feels like there’s a whirlwind going on inside
Flying Lemming, 11 stycznia 2012
Support
You’ll never do it, not a chance
I can see you’re useless at a glance
You haven’t got the skills you need
The craft, the poise, the will, the speed
You’re all off line, you’re way off aim
You’re not even in the same game
Outclassed again, you’ve lost your fight
Too late, goodbye, so long, good night
Not a hope why even try
Might as well try to paint the sky
But you wont listen, cheese for brain
So I will watch you fail again
-
You did like I said you would
I always knew you really could
I know what really got you through
Was my unshakable belief in you
Flying Lemming, 11 stycznia 2012
Motor Mischief
I stand outside all night cos you wont put me away
My silver body work is a grim kind of grey
You drive me miles and miles every single day
It’s not much fun being your car
You rev too much, burning oil every mile
Keeping on going really is a trial
All I ask is a service once in a while
It’s not much fun being your car
You haven’t cleaned me inside or out for years
When you’re in a hurry you start to grind my gears
If I whine up goes your music so you’re not one who hears
It’s not much fun being your car
You have me roaring down the motorway again
Through the wind and grit and dirt and fumes and rain
Being used so carelessly really is a pain
It’s not much fun being your car
But one day on the road my engine will just die
And you’ll have to wait out in the rain til help comes by
And when the mechanic starts me I will work first try
I can have some fun being your car
Flying Lemming, 3 stycznia 2012
Perspective
The tourist laughed as he thought of the native that made a deal
And swapped an uncut diamond for a Rolex that wasn’t real
He took the diamond and sold it, gaining a pile of cash
And gambled and went to bars and frittered away his stash
The native smiles and thinks of how he swapped the watch for two goats
That gave his family the chance to live without hunger at their throats
The tourist still chases more money, no time to rest or for calm
The native sits in the shade and watches his children tend the farm
Flying Lemming, 3 stycznia 2012
The Chase
There it is still taunting me
Out the side of my eye I see
But I can wait patiently
Until the moment is right
The battle has spanned many years
My adversary still appears
Offering its goads and jeers
Spoiling for a fight
I see it there hovering still
Trying hard to break my will
The thought of chase still gives a thrill
So I make my move and strike
And as I lunge it knows my thought
And dashes off to not get caught
The chase becoming my new sport
A game I’ve grown to like
As I keep on in close pursuit
Determination taken root
I hope my hunt will bare some fruit
This time I will not fail
And observing this dramatic slog
The owner gives his partner a jog
And smiles as they both watch their dog
Continue to chase its tail
Flying Lemming, 3 stycznia 2012
Critical
Criticism affects us different ways
Some will feel the pain for days
When someone feels the vile need
To do their best to try to impede
Any attempt to make or create
Something, be it minor or great
I find more amusement than hurt
When someone wants to throw the dirt
I look past the front of aggression
And any negative thoughts soon lesson
The thing that you must ask yourself
Just how strong is their mental health
If they need to belittle and chide
Behind a screen so they can hide
You’ll find that those that criticise
Tend to have the emptiest lives
And feel the need to take a dig
To try to make themselves feel big
Don’t feel anger or negativity
Critics just deserve your pity
Flying Lemming, 31 grudnia 2011
Texty Thing
ITS ODD THT WTH AL TH MBL PHNS
MR PPL R TLKNG EACH DY
TXT MSSGS BEING SNT THRU TH AIR
VRYBDY HS SO MCH 2 SY
YOUD THNK THT THS MEANS ENGLSH GRWS
WRTTN WRDS R INCREASNGLY SHWN
MR PPL DSCVRNG NW FN WRDS
NSTEAD OF STCKNG 2 THEIR OWN
BT TH SD THNG IS THT WRDS R NT
GRWNG ND FLWNG LKE HNY
NSTEAD THY R CHPPD UP MKNG THM LOOK
HRSH ND UGLY ND FNNY
S IF U R SNDNG A MSSGE
I ASK U 2 PLEAS DO THS TRCK
SPLL EVRY WRD AS IT SHD BE SPLT
ND MK OUR WRLD SEEM LSS THCK
Translation:
Its odd that with all the mobile phones
More people are talking each day
Text messages being sent through the air
Everybody has so much to say
You’d think that this means English grows
Written words are increasingly shown
More people discovering new fun words
Instead of sticking to their own
But the sad thing is that words are not
Growing and flowing like honey
Instead they are chopped up making them look
Harsh and ugly and funny
So if you are sending a message
I ask you to please do this trick
Spell every word as it should be spelt
And make our world seem less thick
Flying Lemming, 31 grudnia 2011
The Empty Vessel
Now we really must think outside the box
Bring it to the table, not move the goalpost
I hear what you're saying, we’ve already touched base
At the end of the day that’s what matters most
Are we singing from the same hymn sheet
Is the circle of our knowledge base fine
Some blue sky thinking to push the envelope
Will get all of our ducks in a line
Bottom line is the ballpark figure right
Will going forward keep the client group merry
If we start by picking the low hanging fruit
Will that give us another bite of the cherry
Think glass half full and address the issue
Take it to the next level living the dream
‘U’ and ‘I’ are both in the solution
But it’s true there’s no ‘I’ in team
At this moment in time it’s no win-win situation
The fact of the matter it’s mission critical
This is real octopus of a problem
We can face it if we each grab a tentacle
Flying Lemming, 31 grudnia 2011
Cheery Year
January is too soon here
A damp and cold start to the year
February follows on
With snow and ice that’s seldom gone
March appears next in line
And down comes rain all the time
April showers now are due
Lasting the whole month through
May and showers still persist
Bringing frost and fog and mist
June gets hot, insanely so
Everyone’s red and aglow
July bring chills mixed with hot
You’re never sure just what you’ve got
August the sun is up and bold
But the wind still keeps it cold
September the drizzle and ice is back
Keeping up a relentless attack
October’s colder so I hide
With a hot drink and stay inside
November sees your breath in the air
And colds and sneezes everywhere
December’s cold but brings some cheer
Then bloody January’s here
Flying Lemming, 25 grudnia 2011
Christmas Card Cramps
Now Christmas card writing I have Begun
So I get my pen and start card number one:
‘Merry Christmas to all that you hold dear
And the warmest of wishes for the new year
I hope that you and your life are well
And you’ll have a healthy and wealthy spell
Best wishes to you and your family
Kindest regards as ever, from me’
The envelope licked and the card sealed inside
By card number five I‘ve lessoned my stride:
‘I hope that you and your life is well
And you’ll have a health and wealthy spell
Best wishes to you and your family
Kindest regards as ever, from me’
I carry on more at a fairly strong rate
But the lines become less by card number eight:
‘Best wishes to you and your family
Kindest regards as ever, from me’
By now I am feeling less than keen
So when it comes to number fifteen
When they open it up all they will see
Is: ‘Happy Christmas, from me’
Many cards later I have a bad cramp
Think next year I’ll just get a stamp
Flying Lemming, 25 grudnia 2011
Christmas Chaos
Dashing to the shower
Dashing to get dressed
Dashing to the car to get to town before the rest
Queuing for a parking space
Queuing for the shops
Queuing for the tills, the waiting never stops
Pushing to the counter
Pushing through the mob
Pushing passed with bulging bags, such a tiring job
Folding paper round the gifts
Folding cards all day
Folding licked envelopes that taste in a foul way
Laughing with your family
Laughing with pure love
Laughing in joy at Christmas, it’s worth all of the above
Flying Lemming, 25 grudnia 2011
Christmas Jeer
Mindless Christmas songs polluting my ears
Dull souless drivel spewing out fake cheers
And those bloody sprouts haunting me through the years
On the mind and body it's a strain
No one tells what gift they want from you
Desperate that inspiration will shine through
Eventually the only thing left that you can do
Is say 'sod it, it's vouchers again'
From shop to shop fro-ing and to-ing
With no clue about what I am doing
Queueing and queueing and queueing and queuing
'Til I just scream and moan
X-factor puppets who just need slapping
Running out of tape half way through wrapping
No wonder my nerves are close to snapping
Merry Christmas, now leave me alone!
Flying Lemming, 20 grudnia 2011
Great Date
I know the date didn’t go that great
Collecting you I was an hour late
And while I was waiting in your flat
I knocked over your plant and sat on the cat
And it really wasn’t that bad a mess
When I shut the car door on your dress
And when we were at the restaurant
I ordered stuff I thought you’d want
But you didn’t want what I’d suggest
I don’t know why, it was cheapest
I thought you’d like to have fondue
Though I admit I didn’t really ask you
Then I knocked over the melted cheese
Into your lap, scolding your knees
And when I responded to your yelp
I spilling your wine which didn’t help
And after it had all calmed down
I wanted to turn the mood around
I tried to be tender with gentle touch
But because I had drank too much
I caught my sleeve on your earring
Which must have given quite a sting
It’s lucky you had that red shawl
The blood didn’t show hardly at all
And I really must apologies
That I took so long to realise
That I didn’t have my wallet in sight
So thanks for paying the bill that night
But through all this there was a spark there
It’s a pity next week you’re washing your hair
Flying Lemming, 20 grudnia 2011
Life's a Buffet
I cant eat that think of my weight
Who know the number of calories
Will attack me if that’s on my Plate
I could grow quite fat with ease
And if I dared to stay out late
My skin will just sag as it please
I dare not travel, I may get lost
And I don’t like to be out in the heat
Just as much as I dislike the frost
Odd climates will just have me beat
And think of the trouble or anguish or cost
Or my poor aching legs and feet
It could be fun having something new
But just how new should it be
There may be a wonderful panoramic view
But I may be too worried to see
I could be too timid to give it its due
The change might be wrong for me
Don’t live in fear of change, laugh and play and sing
Life is just like a buffet, try a bit of everything
Flying Lemming, 20 grudnia 2011
Chain Mail
My dear close favourite friend
I have something I have to send
On to you that I just found
Sent to me last time around
It’s a message telling me
That I will upset destiny
And bring great pain and suffering
And lose almost everything
That’s in my life and live always
In deep depression all my days
Love will be lost and fortunes gone
Illness will spread before to long
Until I’m shrivelled and just a shell
Falling deep into my own hell
If I don’t keep the message going
And as I have no way of knowing
If it could really happen to me
I thought I better just agree
Stress and worry this put me through
So now I’m sending it on to you
How much more friendly can you get
Than to pass on a vile nasty threat
Flying Lemming, 10 grudnia 2011
Power Struggle
My alarm clock this morning woke me up late
Which meant that my day didn’t start great
The toaster, joining in the attack
Made all of my toast come out black
The kettle just seemed to do what it felt
The iron made my work shirt melt
The house alarm wouldn’t set today
The garage door wouldn’t move out the way
The car stereo wouldn’t play my CD’s
The traffics lights changed just as they pleased
The security keypad lock at work
Ignored my code number and just went berserk
When I got home the TV popped with a spark
And the lights all fused so I’m now in the dark
Everything electric has broken tonight
I’m surprised the computer is working alrig…
Flying Lemming, 10 grudnia 2011
One More Gun
What could happen with just one more gun
Surely it can’t really harm anyone
But I feel I need it for my protection
As I lately realised on reflection
That I didn’t feel very safe any more
And needed more than the locks on my door
And it’s my right to improve my safety
Which I thought this addition would guarantee
But each new weapon is a new way to die
And I sit here unable to stop myself cry
He was only playing but I’ve now lost my son
What could happen with just one more gun
Flying Lemming, 10 grudnia 2011
An Idiot
I'd love to be an idiot,
And never have a care.
About the crap that's in the sea,
Or poison in the air.
I want to be an idiot,
And never be afraid.
Of the snipers deadly gun,
Or muggers slicing blade.
I long to be an idiot,
And live in my own world.
Where violence doesn't raise its head,
And no abuse is hurled.
I beg to be an idiot,
Not waiting by the phone.
And even when I'm by myself,
I'd never feel alone.
I wish to be an idiot,
A dim and dozy dope.
Whatever things went wrong with life,
I'd never give up hope.
Yes, if I was an idiot,
Hatred, hurt and pain.
Would never ever bother me
And I'd be born again.
But, if I was an idiot,
And missed out all the strife.
I'd miss out all the other things,
That make up every life.
The heartfelt words, the warmth, the love,
The closeness and all that.
I don't want to be an idiot,
I think I'll stay a PRAT
Flying Lemming, 22 listopada 2011
The Individual
‘I don’t like to conform’ said the guy to his friend
‘Don’t like to be normal to fade in or blend’
They pushed past the racks of clothing on view
And hunted around for something new
‘Can I help at all? ’ said girl in the shop
‘Are you looking to get yourself a new top? ’
He smirked, gestured the racks of clothes
‘You have anything that’s different from those? ’
‘I don’t want to look the same as the rest’
The girl looked thoughtful at the request
Then gestured him to follow near
And after checking the coast was clear
She reached below the desk for a bag
And from it produced a shirt like rag
It was black with silver skulls stitched in
And buttons made from twisted up pins
The sleeves were jagged and collar was frayed
And layers of black were overlaid
‘I have just this one, I made it myself’
‘It not normal enough to put on the shelf’
‘The owner wouldn’t let me display it’
‘Said that the look just didn’t fit‘
The guy smiled and said ‘that’s the one’
‘Something to stand out from everyone’
‘Something unique, something bizarre’
‘To show the rest as the sheep that they are’
He bought the shirt there and then
And putting it on strutted off again
The shop girl smiled, and checked the till tray
That was 12 of those shirts she’d sold today
Flying Lemming, 22 listopada 2011
Adrenaline Rush
I’m an adrenaline junkie
I live fast and hard
I laugh at danger and give fear my best regards
I climb up high mountains
And when I reach the top
I stick ski’s on my feet and rush back down the drop
I scuba dive with sharks
And camp with grizzly bears
Some worry that I will come to harm but it’s not me that cares
I bungee jump and parachute
And abseil from great heights
I explore caves and dank dark holes I never get the frights
I’ve rafted down the rapids
And been on desert trails
Whatever task I set myself my courage never fails
I’ve never had companions
As I move across each nation
Cos the only thing that scares me is to have a conversation
May 25, 2008
Flying Lemming, 22 listopada 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
Flying Lemming, 20 listopada 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!
Flying Lemming, 20 listopada 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
Flying Lemming, 20 listopada 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……
Flying Lemming, 17 listopada 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
Flying Lemming, 17 listopada 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
Flying Lemming, 15 listopada 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
Ostatnie komentarze:
1 maja 2024
violetta
Tak;)
1 maja 2024
kb
złotej*
1 maja 2024
kontoler żłotej poświaty
1 maja 2024
samo życie, każdy swoje brudy ma, lepsze czy
1 maja 2024
romantyczny to romantyczny, prawdziwy taki
1 maja 2024
ten ketchup to fakt, trzeba przypilnować przy
1 maja 2024
interesujący przekaz, jak dla mnie o własnej
1 maja 2024
jakby trzy style w jednej substancji :)
1 maja 2024
ucieczka z przewidzianym powrotem to też stabilizacja...
29 kwietnia 2024
Nie jest niczym podyktowany:)
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sam53
nic nowego, wszystko mam pod kontrolą... tak
29 kwietnia 2024
a jak wygląda nieromantyczny pocałunek...?
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Arsis
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Marek Gajowniczek
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kb
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