dead be dust or ash
children are our only souls
don’t leave them in hell
©bg 2019
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When the guns reported live
I played my broken ten guitars
Underneath
A dark cobweb star
Still hoping all will see a thousand stars
High up in a trees crow nest
Underneath
Clouds that promise thunder
I played my broken ten guitars
Underneath
A dark cobweb star
Still hoping all will see a thousand stars
He was born with arms made for hugging
But he exchanged them for cold metal arms
Then he went out mad to do some slugging
And the world sore how hate speech harms
When the guns reported back
Hate hate hate hate
When the guns reported back
Hate hate hate hate
and children’s bodies piled up high
and children’s bodies piled up high
The bullets lead with no loving questions
to fifty children they gave the kiss of death
Don’t blame us for this one man’s aggressions
Say politicians with the same foul breath
As the guns reporting back
Hate hate hate hate
as the guns reporting back
Hate hate hate hate
while children’s bodies pile up high
while children’s bodies pile up high
I still play my broken ten guitars
Underneath
A dark cobweb star
Still hoping all will see a thousand stars
High up in a trees crows nest
Underneath
Clouds that promise thunder
I still play my ten broken guitars
Still hoping all will see a thousand stars
©bg 2019
hey folks the ten guitars lyrics by Engelbert Humperdinck that i refer to in my poem are highlighted in green.
a death throes haiku
atlas choked on smog
man ate the Forest that sung
poisons drowned Neptune
©bg 2019
a rainy night haiku
cigarette embers
eyes singling out from the dark
blood tears cut in half
©bg 2019
the polka dotted blind quail
when i had just been born
the blind quail he did speak to me
crowning my bald soft head
he told me i was to be free
he told me i was to be free
In that room where the babies wail
I was taught the wisdom
Of
the polka dotted blind quail
Of
the polka dotted blind quail
I wondered free for many a year
With a polka dotted blind quail
Brooding on my feathered soft head
so on the bleed he could be fed
All the world’s sad unending tales
All the world’s sad unending tales
I walked until my tongue was
a dried stump
Till i lay down on the banks of a river
Where diminished moon shadows
came to jump
Where diminished moon shadows
came to jump
I woke and the polka dotted blind quail
From my cursed bald head had sailed
And The wind that had left me cold and pale
Had left my bones also veiled
Had left my bones also veiled
In that room where the babies wail
I was taught the wisdom
Of
the polka dotted blind quail
Of
the polka dotted blind quail
©bg 2019
Analogue and analog
Daddy bought me a black dog
Sent the mongrel to me in the mail
Should of shot him down on the farm
Or let me know
that dam black dog was chain mail
Guess my heart let him of the chain
Guess that dog wolfed down my heart
Thought that black dog would bury it safe
But i can feel
my heart burn every time that dog does fart
Yeah
daddy had a big black dog
Dredged up from the black bog
Yeah
Me and him would drink that black grog
choking back the hairs of that black dog
Yeah while
Listing to our futures dark monologue
Yeah while
Staring into the abyss ,rocking on a log
Daddy brought me a big black hearse
Sent the meat wagon over with a chauffeur
Should of filled it up before the horses left
Or let me know
My salvation we needed to defer
Guess i’m the stake that holds the chain
Guess i’m eclipsed by that black hole
Thought i could throw that hammer back
But i can feel
The caving in of my butthole
Yeah
daddy had a big black dog
Dredged up from the black bog
Yeah
Me and him would drink that black grog
choking back the hairs of that black dog
Yeah while
Listing to our futures dark monologue
Yeah while
Staring into the abyss ,rocking on a log
Daddy bought some land for me
Sent the title through the mail
he Should off known my life’s in flames
Or let me know
Not to drink an atomic cocktail
Guess the cross didn’t fall far from the tree
Guess darkness will soon fall over the land
Thought i’d just hang around for one more shadow
But i can see
The writing on the wishing wells walls off sand
Yeah
daddy had a big black dog
Dredged up from the black bog
Yeah
Me and him would drink that black grog
choking back the hairs of that black dog
Yeah while
Listing to our futures dark monologue
Yeah while
Staring into the abyss ,rocking on a log
Seeing our fates in Analogue and analog
©bg 2019
a puzzling haiku
broken spectacles
Memories scatter unseen
jigsaw cut insights
©bg 2019
an epilogue haiku
man,dust in the wind
burnt through sand like black gold fuel
behind glass towers
©bg 2019
from flake to dust
white powder on the carpet
the lights are stripjoint dim
there’s blues been syphoned in
jokers got that nasty crazy grin
cause everybody likes cocaine
more than rain more than rain
yeah raindawgs
we wait four kings to fall
to behead us one and all
to behead us one and all
the neon drive lights drown shadows
follow the white lines down thé road
if a black dog jumps out don’t swerve
sometimes in life you gotta lick toad
cause everybody likes cocaine
more than rain more than rain
yeah raindawgs
we wait four kings to fall
to behead us one and all
to behead us one and all
crawling through the blown hourglass
searching for that last grain of truth
the worlds covered in black asphalt
don’t trespass on the jackass’s mass
cause everybody likes cocaine
more than rain more than rain
yeah raindawgs
we wait four kings to fall
to behead us one and all
to behead us one and all
new years eve the countdown’s begun
i’m escaping on a santa’s sleigh ride
the inca’s message is written in the stars
where all our gods look from man to hide
cause everybody likes cocaine
more than rain more than rain
yeah raindawgs
we wait four kings to fall
to behead us one and all
to behead us one and all
©bg 2019
Hi all ,found this one on the back of my time table from my south american tour in 2010. Forgot all about it.
Anyway some of my followers will spot what word i updated in 2019.😁
Hope you all enjoy and thanks all for reading.
kindest regards bg 🙂😎🙂
an edible haiku
blue frothy tongue waves
licking sugar sandy shores
agog for choc flakes
© bg 2019
