a birfdae pome tu poussinboi

tihs won woz fisrt poestd at http://www.yesterdazelolz.com/2016/09/24/noes-no-roundabouts/

tho ai haznt been heer tawkin
for ai’v had noe wurd tu sae
adn ai sayv mai interjkshuns
for a verry speshul dae
adn it seemz taht wee hav hit won
so noe longur ai’l be coi
ai am heer jus tu wish yoo
hapy birfdae poussinboi

oliver and serena

by sunovawot and damommza

in the pale glow of moonlight
in the still of midnight air
though i cannot see your figure
in my heart you’re always there

now death has joined forever
what life could never part
though others bid us farewell
for us it’s just the start…

mephistopheles

in the days of mephistopheles we’ll ride the great machine
through the back streets of vienna where the circus hasn’t been
we will whistle into corners where the fuzzy people are
sing the dutchman is a sailor and he’s coming from afar
and even though we love him with a passion that is pure
he’ll never come between us since he never comes ashore

we’ll take our sordid pleasures till the tolling of the bell
tells us that the day is over, time to go to hell
but here’s the thing that you should know before you wave goodbye
a cold new day’s a-dawning if you look beyond the sky
and every lie you’ve ever told and every heart you broke
will not seem quite so funny when you’re the punchline of the joke

slipt

he came from upside-down street with a drumstick in his hand
claimed he was a drummer in a crappy covers band
i shook him very gently and gave his cheek a kiss
told him we weren’t idiots so please don’t take the piss
he shook his head in sorrow then he looked at me askance
got up on his hind legs and led us in a dance
we capered thus for ages till the sky was turning grey
and watched until the monster slow and silent slipt away

word

when the priests they came to see me they were baying for my head
not for aught that i had done but words they’d heard i said
and standing before witnesses they told me i should know
if god would only grant them blades they’d strike the fatal blow
but here i still stand living and of all the gods i’ve heard
not a one has proved to be more real than a word

faith

my love is all i have to hold
your words may touch the edge of it
but don’t assume that your belief
will reach into the heart of it

if all you have’s an easy phrase
to offer to my beggared heart
then don’t i beg you share your faith
a thing of which i hold no part

Real Time

by damommza

With fingers spread, we cannot touch
The miles too far, the time too much
You are asleep, while I’m awake
You cannot give, I cannot take

The clock declares, this is “real time”
We never talk, we often rhyme
When we are dead, where will we go?
I often guess, you just don’t know

a merry tale

father so they tell me was a mesmer and a mime
he could spin a song for sixpence if you ever had the time
but a cruel and utter monster to those of us who knew
though the cords that bound us to him were so tenuous and few

mother on the other hand could shake you to the core
while the world was crying hold! enough! she always cried for more
so we raised her on a pedestal and showered her with stones
and took delight in flowing blood and brittle snap of bones

a normal childhood then you’d say compared to other folks
a broken home a battlefield and many other jokes
well who am i to question you who never saw us play
in the deepest dark depression at the ending of the day

so thus i grew and suddenly to grasp at man’s estate
though some thought i was early others swore it much too late
but nothing that the world decides will ever weigh me down
as i skip the light fantastic to take up a beggar’s crown

a hint of acclamation is all that i can ask
to aid me through the dying times to measure out my task
and i will pay to each of you the price that you demand
to place yourself irrevocably beneath my sole command

then fire up all the world i say and let us all be free
each to be another because only i am me
would that you could know for just one second of your time
what it means to stand alone behind the bars of rhyme

christmas time

sonny’s wearing mirror shades
while mommy cooks the books
daddy’s preaching to the choir
and giving us rude looks

it must be christmas time again
as anyone can see
that everything once held in trust
no longer comes for free

sister’s taking off her clothes
to please some sad old men
while grandmama is fiddling with
her fiddle now and then

it must be christmas time they say
goodwill and all that crap
the hymns and carols have all gone
replaced by righteous rap

they’re dancing in the courtyards still
and playing to the crowd
the thoughts once thought forbidden
are spoken now aloud

it must be christmas time I’m sure
the trumps have played their song
how could it be another time
when all we knew is wrong

a halloween love song

bring my billy home she cried
don’t take my love from me
and though i heard her plaintive cry
still was i lost at sea

a sennight since the storm blew up
and dragged us to our grave
my spirit stands outwith her door
and begs my love be brave

you will not see my eyes of blue
nor yet my golden hair
they were lost beneath the waves
to Davy Jones’s care

you will not feel my gentle hand
or taste my lover’s kiss
for i am done with all such things
that once gave me such bliss

but when the wind blows high and hard
then will i come to thee
to bring you to a couch beside
the one reserved for me

and we shall rest forever more
where mankind’s eyes are blind
and there we’ll take such comfort as
our corpses yet may find