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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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