Poems - Part of the Web Site of John Birch
Here are a few of my poems - if you like them, pop back again, as I shall add to them as time permits. They're not in any order or sequence, but I hope they're easy to understand.
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Words are personal
words are personal
and communicate
but sticks and stones break bones and
incapacitate
words are personal
and irritate
but arrows get beneath the skin
and penetrate
words are personal
and aggravate
but bullets quickly find their mark
and terminate
words are personal
and liberate
thermonuclear devices simply
annihilate
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Elementary Precautions
Tap dancers
should exercise
considerable caution
when practicing
in mine fields
dyslexic
vegetarians
should avoid
attending
meatings
hydrophobics
should keep
their eyes closed
when passing
water
bank robbers
should avoid
filling in
a withdrawal form
before requesting
the contents
of the till
roman catholics
should also be careful
when withdrawing
their
assets
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just a note
He left home
seeking freedom from
aggression
depression
oppression
but left an emptiness within the four walls
that he called
prison
and they called
home
no forwarding address
just a note
can't take any more
I'll be alright
love, Robert
love
he left that as well
along with his toys
and childhood
He left home
seeking freedom from
perversion
repression
possession
but found an emptiness within the streets
which some called
home
and others
prison
no permanent address
just a note
homeless
hungry
and cold
cold
as the smile of the pimps
the dealers in lost souls
and childhood
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The Trials of Dolly Maguire
Dolly Maguire was a wonderful lass
Well endowed in every respect
With her spell-binding eyes
And long slender thighs
She had everything you could expect.
On the catwalks of Europe
She strutted her stuff
A success from her head to her toes
That is, 'til last week
When she woke from her sleep
With a spot on the end of her nose.
Now Dolly was rather a sensitive girl
And she worried what others might say
So, sucking her thumb
She went to her mum
And let out a mournful wail.
Oh, don't be so daft said her mum with a laugh
A spot or two's perfectly natural
Give it a day
And it'll just fade away
But Dolly was quite inconsolable.
She squeezed it, cajoled it, poked it and soaked it
This blemish perched now on her nose
Then, unable to cope
A mirror she broke
Adding seven years bad luck to her woes.
Plastic surgery, her brother suggested
Was a sensible option to follow
'Just swallow this gin,'
he said with a grin
'And I'll have it just right by tomorrow.'
Now being afraid of the Swiss Army knife
That he waved with such gay abandon
She looked at the rust
And decided she must
Seek her friend for a second opinion.
'Oh, Monica dear, I've tried everything
I really don't know what to do!'
'Fear not!' said her friend
'Let's follow the trend
It's alternative medicine for you!'
'There's herbs and crystals, faith healers and mystics
All vying to make you feel better
But what I say is this
Give a large toad a kiss
Mother Nature knows best if you let her!'
Now Dolly is not the brightest of things
Her knowledge of nature quite poor
She kissed seven frogs
A cat and three dogs
Til a toad of large stature she saw.
The toad looked surprised for he'd never before
Been kissed by a beautiful girl
But not as surprised
As the look in her eyes
As he turned into a Chippendale.
'At last!' said the prince (for yes, he was one)
I am freed from this curse by your kiss
Well such was her shock
That young Dolly forgot
All her worries and previous distress.
'It's been five hundred years,' said the prince with a sigh
'Since that witch laid a curse on my life
I have searched hill and dale
In my search for a female
to ask 'Will you please be my wife?''
Transfixed by this perfect example of man
She sadly remembered her woes
'I'm sure there must be
Fairer females than me
Without spots on the end of their nose!'
'My dear,' said the prince. 'Transformed as I am
By the kiss of a beautiful maiden
The sight of your eyes
And those long slender thighs
Does strange things to my constitution!'
'I'm certain,' said Dolly while playing for time
'After spending so long on your own
That a quick look around
The streets of this town
Would convince you to leave me alone!'
'Fair maiden!' he laughed, 'After five hundred years
Of hopping around as a toad
The very last thing
That I'm thinking about
Is the state of the end of your nose....
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DISCOVERY
The three kings
had it easy
no maps
no compass
no AA
no RAC
no traffic jams
no signposts
no guide books
they found you
no problem
it's harder now
no guiding light
no burning bush
no pillar of cloud
no booming voice
just a need
and a seed
of faith
for our journey
and when we find you
no gold
no myrrh
no frankincense
to offer
but no embarrassment
for just as precious
in your eyes
are
our lives
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A HORTICULTURAL LESSON
I have a friend
who
in a moment of culinary exuberance
planted a herb garden
but
impatient to sample this fragrant delight
and
lacking in horticultural experience
chose
the hottest afternoon of the year
to cultivate this interest
then
forgetting to water those precious seedlings
despaired
upon discovering every one limp and dying
perhaps
before planting he might have meditated on
the age-old adage
that
Thyme wilts for Norman?
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R.I.P.
If I should die, think only this of me
think only this of me
If I should die
If I should
What would they think
those with whom
I have shared
both time and space
rubbed shoulders
touched
loved
shared
argued and forgiven?
What would they say
those I have counted
as my friends
when my name is mentioned
over a pint of Guiness
in the Lamb and Flag?
'He was a good fellow'
'Well liked'
'Kind to animals'
'Generous to others'
'A hard act to follow'
'A joy to know'
'Sorely missed'
More likely
'He was a miserable old bugger!'
Or even worse
'Who?'
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Football Hooligan
I'm a football hooligan
well hard I am
I drink lager from a can
then crush it with one hand
well hard I am
call myself a football fan
society's made me what I am
now I'm leader of my gang
well hard I am
there's Barry, Richie, me and Dan
following City throughout the land
drinkin' as much as we possibly can
'xcept Barry who's usually driving the van
well hard I am
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LIGHT RELIEF
I have no wish for the poor of the world
to feel short-changed by my lack of concern
for their plight,
or those weighed down with civil war and strife
to feel burdened by my lack of interest
in their fight.
It's wrong for those who are oppressed with fear
to worry that I will not share their dread
of the night,
and for those who die for a lack of food
to think I have no appetite for news
is not right.
I care
but
if given a choice
I prefer a view of starving people
that does not clash with my TV supper,
sound bites
served up
in easily digestible pieces.
If given a choice
I prefer to hear of displaced people
from the comfortable security
of home
and with
the familiar fireside tones of some
visiting comedian.
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