March 10, 2010

Dedicated to – Joffrey – my once and future fiend

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There once was an asso named Joffrey
Who liked to pot art very offley
He took out his piffle
Made a stroke very stiffle
And bounced on his boffrey, poor Joffrey

March 9, 2010

Two poems Jeff has written…inpsired by …me!

Posted in Uncategorized at 7:13 pm by Aleksan

Our man in Stockbridge, Sandy
Is our local Asperger’s representative
Facts are like concrete trees
Flexible, undisputable
Historically old and wise
Yes he was there
Many lives he has lived,
I know, I’ve met him before
His face filled with hatred
Grimacing in agony as I impaled him on my lance
Its a shame we never spoke then
But that was another time, another place
I’m sure we could have been friends
I also have a recognition of sipping tea in the garden
With my grandfather, he had changed his surname, an Ashkenazi Jew
With Nordic Viking influences and Mongolian looks -his death was expected
Rare and unusual, the kind you felt flattered having after diagnoses
Even though incurable
He was a collector.
He left me his watch so I could keep a check on time.

There was a man called Sandy
When he walks his legs are bandy
Dressed up he looked a dandy
All the girls went – WHO
He gave them all some candy
They said your wise like Gandi
Your looks will come in handy
But don’t visit the Zoo
Not a farmer, he owns Landy
Next door neighbour is called Mandy
Likes watching Andy Pandy
Oh what a silly moo
Its true hes sometimes randy
And dresses very trendy
He waves his magic wandy
Oh course
Non of this is true.

March 6, 2010

tell me to stop – jeff

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shrugging his shoulders, after all do you blame him
his mothers crisp outline fondled his memory
I would rather be hated for who I am
rather than liked for who I’m not
I’d rather be liked for who I am
rather than hated for who I’m not
change just happens, its oh natural
breath in and out, use your nostrils
therapy occupies time
you have my pity, shame and guilt for a while
look into the mirror, if you are careful you can see wrinkles from a smile
have you paid
vigilant, sensitive, observant, deeply untrusting, glancing at the clock
tell me to stop

boredom ate my biscuits
my mind wandered
i wondered, whats for dinner

tiz only by Jeff

Posted in Uncategorized at 5:29 pm by Aleksan

tiz only

softly his nylon slippers edged
captain bone
I, aye, eye
if only he could see
his leg juddered, on it rested his tea
the surface sunami of raised concentric circles
heart beats, throbbing veins, pulses of light
likened lost distant suns
he sipped away
he slipped away
weigh the anchor, sail hard with the wind soon to find land
if only the soon to be demolished obsolete nursing home
could find a place for phillip.

Life doesn’t suck – by Jeff

Posted in Uncategorized at 5:27 pm by Aleksan

Life doesn’t suck

Combined liked alchemy love and hate
Betwixt between
I hear mothers voice
And images fill my mind
Turn around
Maybe you will see
That the form and the shape sets motionless familiar interplay
All that remains is the scent
The fate, a golden coin, palms crossed
Burnt ashes, forgotten tastes, tears
Fondly remembering

A lost lottery ticket
Did I win.

March 5, 2010

Love and food as supplied by a prostitute mock therapist – another good poem from Jeff Walker – this guy is the new Larkin?

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Love and food as supplied by a prostitute mock therapist

My pig died
My dog died
My mum died
My dad
My cod fried
More chips supplied
My hair dyed
My frog
My eyes lit up
My heart beat raced
A stomach turning sight
A true true friend
With light repose
Talked incessantly of self
My selfless act, knowing we all die
Was to listen.

March 4, 2010

Ode to a Middle Class Buddhist….another of Jeff Walker’s poems – he jealous of my Dodge Nitro methinks….

Posted in Uncategorized at 7:15 pm by Aleksan

Ode to a Middle Class Buddhist – yo bye jingo

Who I am
Its not what you think
When I catch you there, Ill eat you up
I’m sick of the travesty
Of believing your better than me
A rich mans toy
A poor mans dream
A brilliant box, that’s shines in the gloom
A silly façade all ends in doom
I agree, envy
Its a pleasure to see
For you, but not for me.

A poem by Jeff Walker, of The Corn Loft – I think brilliant

Posted in Uncategorized at 7:12 pm by Aleksan

I own it

I wore some gloves
And became a boxer
Looked knowledgeable, intelligible, became a teacher, a critic
I found a voice
And began to sing
I kicked a football
And became a footballer
I wore some trainers
became fit, drove cars, won races
I bought books, bookcases but never read
But became intelligent to others
At times of desperation, chaos and suffering
I have become a hero
At times of need, a thief and even sympathetic
But never kind
You have to work at that.
28 Feb 2010

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