ROBERT PAYNE's blog
ECLIPSE
THEY LIED ABOUT THE ECLIPSE.
HOW MANY MANSIONS
HAVE I MISSED.
live write
I Don't need bravado
I am here and now
I don't wan't my cyphers
every end turned round
master not my name
dip the tarnished flame
darker not in vain
spirit off my brain
MY HAND
MY HAND SEIZES UP ON ME,
AS THE OTHER ONE WRITES,SEE
AND ALL THE WORDS I WRITE
LOCK UP THE OTHER SIDE
ALRIGHT.
SO I KNOW THIS COMES FROM GOD,
ISN'T THAT REALLY ODD?
IF I WROTE
IF I WROTE 24/09/07
And if I wrote a mystery,I tried to be me
I know the darkness wants to force my hand.
Isn't that grande.
A SUMMERS DAY
A SUMMERS DAY 24/09/07
IF I COULD HAVE A SUMMERS DAY
AND NEVER THROW THE LOT AWAY.
I'D SAY THAT SOMEONE LOST THEIR LID
THERE IS NO SIGN
There is no sign 24/09/07
The mountain air
is cool and crisp.
my favourite girl
speaks with a lisp.
I wish I knew her name,
and how I got the blame
HEARD
Heard 24/09/07
the boy became blue
THEY COULDN'T PAINT MY HEAD
the girl went red
I NEVER EVEN SAID
what's imbetween
HERES SOMETHING FOR THE TEENS
usurp!
BUT I HAVE SLURPED.
LOOK
LOOK 24/09/07
LOOK
AT
ALL THE WORK WE'VE DONE
HARDLY A PENNY FOR
MY MUM
GOD IS WINNING !
LISTEN TO THE OTHER ONES.
WHEN AH WAS A KNEE HIGH BOY
MUM AND DAD COULD AFFORD NO
TOYS.
ANGRY PEOPLE
ANGRY PEOPLE 24 september 2007
Angry people wish they were somewhere else,
not on the shelf,
too much wealth,
NO CHANGE
NO CHANGE 24/09/07(THESE DATES I SWEAR)
NO CHANGE
SAID THE RICH MAN.
NO CHANGE
SAID THE WIFE.
FORBIDDEN POETRY
FORBIDDEN POETRY 24/09/07
THERE IS A POETRY THAT NO MAN OR WOMAN CAN SEE.
IT DERIDES YOU AND ME.
IT FLIES BETWEEN TWO HEAVY HEADS,
WHITTINGDON
WHITTINGDON 24/09/07
AND SO WE LEAVE POOR EDWARD LEAR.
AND TURN AGAIN TO WHITTINGDON
WHO HAD A PUSSY IN HIS BOOTS.
TRIBUTE TO MR EDWARD LEAR
TRIBUTE TO MR EDWARD LEAR 24/09/07