Unknown Angel Lullaby
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The title of this week’s Blog is taken from my poem of the week on the homepage – “Unknown Angel Lullaby”, based on when I stayed in a Hotel and a child walked down the corridor singing softly.
More poem-lyrics…
Another Crazy Ellen, another Joseph Joe
Just another Crazy Ellen.
She hangs out at the intersection of Main and Fifth most days.
Straggly grey hair and the faded homemade check dress.
“You should have heard them, just a swill full of arseholes”
She shouts out to all passing
Her speech crosscutting itself and rambled up
Till at last she stops for no reason but to pause
And then blinks softly around
As if at the world conjured up by her rant released.
Look on her gently
Those worn out clothes hide a grandmother’s soft skin beneath.
Just another crazy Joseph Joe.
He mirrors her on the opposite block, to proclaim the Lord.
Waving his ragged thumbed-out Bible gold lettered cracked leather
Black as the sin flowing round to the Subways and Malls.
“Repent for the time is at hand I tell you, call on the His name and be saved”.
But the river of sinful hearts keeps flowing past through his pleas
Gurgling preoccupied, sleepwalking into the distance.
Smile at him understanding
His eager words conceal a heart that cares so deeply it must speak.
Just simply lost in the static.
Two unwelcome prophets; only the simple hearted and children
Are foolish or brave enough to speak and ask them for more.
At coming night they pack up and leave their grounds to rest.
Elsewhere is fine, the torrent is unable to ask further,
As it continues indifferently to the Subways and Malls.
Just another Crazy Ellen, another Joseph Joe
Hiding safe the secret, shared by both,
You have to pause to know.
There’s A Blue Beyond
With each dawn I see the twilight
There’s a blue beyond
Tingeing the citrus
Fruited patterned lemon and orange curtains
Hanging drapes with green
Foliaged frond
At late afternoon
The front blinds linen oatmealed blend
Deepens in shadely echoing
To reflect the day’s waning
Evening growing, increasing
Indigo trend.
There’s a blue beyond
Just ask at any door
Don’t mention money ‘cos
It don’t live here anymore
There’s a blue beyond
Look around you, you can see
Politicians painting blue skies brighter
Fool themselves
Not you and me.
For Only Today
For only today
Better write them down fast
The moment just experienced
Could be as good as it gets
Perhaps my last.
For only today
If I achieved anything at all
It was these lines caught
From my minds drifting seam
If only these, that’s plentiful.
For only today
If it seems sparse and rough
Then review and reflect backwards
After a time it would be enough.
To unblank my pages
And fill up my books
If it takes the rest of my living
Haphazard with skewed grammar
“That’s what it tooks”.
I saw it, pursued it:
The apt and the beautiful,
An arc of the killer line,
For only today,
I trapped it in my notebook
And that’s all and that’s fine.
Up Jack Blue
Up Jack Blue
Don’t you lie in bed.
Early rising makes you wealthy
Or so they said.
So get on your clothes
And wash your face.
Join the line and do some toiling
Or stay in disgrace.
Up Jack Blue
Say you don’t feel right.
The Honey Mama’s coming
Everything be bright.
Pieces this week are taken from my collection “See you in the Big Time” 2011
Thank you all for reading and following me. The next Blog will be published in the New Year, till then have a very merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Best wishes,
Louis
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