Poems3: Hello/ElefantsDancing/Mistaxe/Question/Letter/Clock

15 Hello Girl / 16 Close ur eyez and see Elefants dancing / 17 Dont be afraid to make Mistaxe / 18 Question the Answer / 19 A Letter to her Friend back Home / 20 The Clock Chimed 5

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15 Hello Girl
I write a poem on my paper cloth
In this café in Lisboa
The poem'z short
The message sweet
'Hello girl
Sitting across from me
Tho we've never been introduced
I feel u in my soul
...Have a good day'
Maybe it doesn't mean much to anyone but me
and soon i'll walk out into the sunlight
And maybe never think of u again
Sweet girl ant the table by the window
Yet somehow the moment, the energy, the feeling, the beauty u give off
has somehow made the moment all worthwhile
Thanx!!!

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16 Close your eyez and see Elefants dancing

Close your eyez

and see elefants dancing in a field of daisiez
Feel the rain in the Sea of Love
Look at the starz of your dreemz laden the nite sky
Savour the kissez of passions u’ve never known
Hug a complete stranger
4give otherz
4give yourself
move on
Open your eyez
...and love

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17 Dont be afraid to make Mistaxe
A friend had stopped by one nite
We were all sitting round
Y’know, chatting
And then she goez.... ‘hey, draw me!’
So I do
But she doesn’t like the pikky
I feel disappointed
Sad :(
But the good energy of the nite continuez anyway
And I like that :)
And we still say ‘hello’
That’s wot my art iz about
Having a go
Hoping it worx
And sometimez it doez
and sometimez it dont
but feeling the love good vibe energy of the moment
Just going out and having a go
Do it!! Fuk up !! Get up !! Move on!! Do it agian !! Enjoy!! Feel !! Be!!
Making mistaxe is gooooooooood!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

March 2009

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18 Question the Answer ( dont answer the question!)

I dont want answerz!
Once u have the answer u stop
I dont wanna stop
I want to go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
Keep asking
Keep looking / serching
Keep expolring
Keep experiencing
Keep being
Keep feeling
Y do i ask questionz if i dont want answerz???
Maybe i’m just asking for another opinion
Which’ll change mine some
And maybe we can have a little experience 2gether J
...or maybe not
Give me questionz
Give me maybez
Give me confusion
But for fukk sake pleez dont give me the answer

(ps to give the answer to life would be like someone telling u the end of a film / book when u’r only half way thru!)

March 2009

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19 A Letter to her Friend back Home  

She wrote a letter to her friend back home
She told of love that wozn’t
And dreemz that hadn’t
She spoke of friendz that didnt
And loverz that wouldn’t
She unburdened her innermost feelingz
From the deepest depths of her herat
And the darkest krevices of her soul
Where she hadn’t been for since so long
She wrote ....
And wrote...
And wrote
To her 1 true friend
Of whom she hadn’t seen for so many yearz
But then she realised with a shock that rocked her very being
That her friend woz in fact herself
How miserable, how foolish she woz!
How ridiculous ! How patheic and silly
So sadly, angrily, dejectedly she lit her letter
She closed her eyes
But as she did so to her amazement
She saw the flamez turn beautiful bright glowing koloz
And she felt soft sweet komfort
And a tender yet firm loving embrace
And she understood the message
From her 1 true loving friend

March 2009

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20 The Clock Chimed 5 ( so if u know any1 who wants a dog... ) (5) 

The clock chimed 5
One - Two – three - four – five,
The room filled with sunlight
A couple of children down below discussing
A dog far off barking
Nothing much was happening
Trout blow out his cheeks
What could he do?
He picked his pen up and started to write…
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Once upon a time the clock struck 5
In the sunny room he listened to the children below and heard a dog somewhere barking.
Nothing going on
and Trout blew out his cheeks wondering what he could do.
He stared writing…

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Five times the clock did chime
Once; twice; thrice; four times; five
The room was filled with sunshine-
Down below could the voices of 2 children in all their innocence be heard
Hark! Far off- a dog doth bark!
But poor Master Trout was blowing out his cheeks with uttermost boredom
What was there possibly to do?
Thus pondering he reached for a writing stick…

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Bloody shit that fuckin clock chimed 5,
1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 friggin times
The room was drenched in arsehole sunlight
and some wanking kids were making some fuck of a din down below
-not to mention a cunt of a dog fuckin barking away
And fuck all to do!
Trout blew out his sodding cheeks wondering what the fuck t’do
Then he picked up his motherfuckin-cocksuckin-shitdick of a pen…

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Once upon a time the clock chimed happily
One- "hello everybody, how are you?" the chimed seemed to be saying;
Two- "I’m fine, thank you very much." The chime rang out gaily;
Three, "My! My! What a beautiful day!" Four "Is everybody happy?";
Five.
The room was brightness itself with the jolly sun with his jolly old hat on
pouring in like a big friendly glass of lemonade
Some happy little children were talking and laughing away...Happily.
A jolly little dog was barking...
" Hello," The dog seemed to be saying
"Hello I’m a dog- How are you?"
But sadly there was nothing happening that day.
Poor old Trout blew out his checks
as if to say – "Ho hum! I’m sad. There’s nothing happening today!
What, oh what, can I do?"
Then Trout saw a nice little pen
and Trout picked it up and,
do you know, he began to write

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Yeh, so anyway, once upon a time, right, theres this clock, yeh
that chimes 5 times –
1,2 yeh, yeh, yeh, 5, right,
’n’ theres, like, this room y’know
filled with all this, like, sunlight, y’know,
and theres these children, like, y’know, talking
’n’ a dog barking, right,
’n’ this boy, yeh called Trot or som’ink, right
but theres nothing going on like
’n’ then he sees this pen, right,
’n’ he starts writing, like, y’know…

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Ok, well the church clock got hit by a big bomb
but luckily no one woz hurt or anything,
and the dog was run over but he was OK too,
coz Mrs Beasley from down the road looked after him,
which woz nice coz she didn’t have much company
- not since her Sidney passed on.
And the children grew up
and I think the girl became a nurse and the boy went to Australia
(or was it the other way round?),
and anyway Trout wrote a best selling novel
and a short book of poetry which everybody liked,
including old Mrs Beasley
who died last week- gawd blessed her,
and so if you know anyone who wants a dog….