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Abra the Bully

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Poetry

Abra suddenly appeared;

He knocked on my door.

But I was startled,

So I slammed the door.

 

Later I went into the hallway,

And there he called me bitch.

I thought he would beat me up,

But he turned his back and went away.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Something that happened to me.

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Thoughtless Freedom

It is a wide belief that knowledge is power,

Knowledge is freedom,

Only an idiot ignorant to thought might think himself free,

Looking above we deem it a cage,

A waste of human worth and price it so,

Therefore,

He without education or passion,

Unworthy of our riches in society is he,

Even still we see this fool take a claim in society,

Does this system we created mean flaw?

Who is the keeper of worth.

It is he


He is me

So Rich So Poor

I was once so god damned rich
Might be hard to understand
To have anything you wish -
No matter how large or grand

For many years I did own
In the heart of Beverly Hills
The very loveliest home
With all the finest of frills

Two acres and twenty rooms
Silk sheets gold plated brooms
Maids drivers and every tool
My life was easy and very cool

Then came the financial fire
Of two thousand and eight
I lost everything but my ire
For I saw the truth too late

Endless dominos were falling
Mandelbrot’s fractal chain
With human voices calling
In choruses of deep pain

I had my share of dominos
And debt to crooked banks
So I suffered mighty throes
And to them give no thanks

The descent was immediate
The depression hard to stop
It seemed that nothing fit
And everything was locked

Irony - pair of dice in human hand
I say looking down at Beverly Hills
Earning cash - giving sexual thrills
In the back of some stranger’s van

You say it could not happen to you
You are too smart - or this or that
But if it did - what would you do
To deal with the new set of facts

Could you - would you - should you
Where - how - when and how much
Who with - what’ll you have to do
And will you ever again find luck

There are so many questions
When you are totally broke
And too many indiscretions
Before it’s all writ and spoke

I was once so god-damned rich
And now I am so damned poor
If it wasn’t for those I’d miss
I’d say - I don’t want any more

Cold

Cold

By jfarrell

 

I got no real concept of what really bloody cold is;

I’ve lived in London all my life;

Moscow, the Artic, Alaska…

They know what cold is.

 

Couple of weeks ago,

Washington had a windchill of -73….

So cold people died from heart attack,

Just because it was cold.

 

Here, in London,

I haven’t felt “warm” in months…

In thermal vest and long-johns,

Since October.

 

I’ve heard, often, Washington/New York weather comes our way,

6 weeks, 2 months later?

I don’t know if that’s true

But, I’m scared the coldest of our winter is still to come.

 

I’m scared of the cold to come,

I’ve no idea how I’ll cope with it;

But, at least I’m lucky enough to have a roof over my head;

Many have not, and I still remember my days homeless, long ago.

 

On the bright side…

It seems some councils have found a way to end homelessness;

By making it a criminal offence to sleep on the street in a sleeping bag;

And private residents, by putting spikes in doorways, to stop sleepers.

 

Hot cup of tea, safe hostels for the homeless…

Not ones full of gangs and drugs…

Might be more helpful…

But, what do I know, I’m a drunk.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i hate the cold, sorry

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Social mobility

Social mobility

By jfarrell

 

1970’s I grew up on council estate;

Drunk violent parents;

Raped by uncle at 5;

Beaten up by everyone that knew me.

 

Mum poured vodka down my 8 year old sister’s throat,

And dumped her on stairs when she passed out…

That’s why I got taken into ‘Care’ when I was 11;

A children’s home, a place of safety.

 

My keyworker grooming me for abuse….

….reallly, the illegal, hardcore pornography magazines?….

….

And nada di naada di nada….

Nothing…. nothing matters

 

 

Social mobility….?

Aspirations? Dreams? Being better?…..

I was born in to a scumbag home, to be a scumbag….

 

Nothing has always been my future, my destiny;

Social mobility…

I’m still here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And at 50

 

The pain paid to me I haven’t paid back….

However much I wish to turn on my chain saw

And fill my hunger,

My neeed, desire for vengeance, rightfulness…

 

Social mobility?

Huh?  

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

you lived in a sceptic tank? you were lucky! 25 of us had to live in shoebox int middle of road - monty python classic

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Care

Care

By jfarrell

 

At noon my ‘parents’ went on strike;

Children’s home, NALGO union…

National strike…

Nothing to do with us…

The children in care.

 

They walked out at noon.

The ‘Suits’ came round;

Council officials…

“We have to move you.”

 

My younger sister…

Boarding school in Wales….

Me… only space we got is borstal…

“SORRY! NO! NOT MOVING!”

 

Throughout the afternoon - police amassed;

Helmets, riot shields, batons….

That ONE police van….

Rocking, with muffled barking…

 

A dark grey freezing cold afternoon quickly became….

Dark, overcast, scary….

I saw that van open and all I saw was…

Teeth, hungry teeth, million dogs gonna eat me, bite me, hurt me….

 

I ran…..

Didn’t know where to, just away from here…

My breath misting in the air….

So cold….

Smell of burning….

It’s nearly guy fawlkes night….

What do you expect?……

 

The ashes floating past me

Were my CSE ‘A’ s …..

My education, my future,

Racing ahead of me in the freezing cold night.

 

I didn’t know….

And if I did,

Was there anything I could do?

15 years old, my children’s home going up in flames.

 

this is CARE!

For a political dispute….

I cut myself off from my family, forever;

And didn’t see my future burn as I did it.

 

I was just scared and running away from the dogs;

35 years later….

I’m not a meaningful, productive member of society;

I phone my sister her birthday, she phones me mine;

That’s it!

 

At 11 I was taken into ‘Care’;

“the Care of the State”.

Knowing why I, and my sister, were here…..

They still went out on strike…

 

Has the ‘Care System’ changed since then?

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

my children's home was not burned down, but a lot of fires were started, no idea who by, i was gone

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Lucky

Lucky

By jfarrell

 

Me, I’m lucky;

I still gotta roof over my head (just);

Unlike the several poor souls I passed;

Wrapped in cardboard, in shop doorways

 

On my way home from work;

At 3am;

With last night being so cold and wet as it was;

I may forget it often, but I am

 

Lucky.

 

Even luckier than the chief executive,

Who’s getting £90 million bonus, this year;

So much responsibility;

All that money.

 

Seriously; I’d drink it, maybe buy a toy, and get bored with it;

The dude who is getting it… why…

He’ll use the money - new house, cars, holidays;

He’ll spread it around, recirculate it.

 

Lucky.

 

I do what I can; couple quid here, cup of coffee there;

On £7.50 an hour (£8.50, if I get a ‘rich’ booking)

There’s too many for me to feed.

But, I do what I can.

 

The difference between me and that executive?

He’ll buy things, spread it around; more people would benefit;

I’d drink it, and still only give a few quid here and cup of coffee there;

I may have a ‘good’ heart, but I’m a drunk.

 

Luckiest.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i've kknown sleeping on the streets - i'm lucky and i don't wanna go back there, and my heart cries out to those who have to sleep out tomight, in this weather

Out to Lunch

Out to Lunch

By jfarrell

 

You see….

 

I pass you your fries and burger and grab your drink;

But, I am so not here;

Sorry.

 

Arms, legs…. other bits…

All auto pilot; sorry;

Like Clark Kent stuck in the phone booth

You don’t see me;

You see what’s left behind.

 

As I give you your diet cola with extra ice…

 

I am in some imaginary battleground;

Orcs, dragons, dinosaurs, elves;

Humans…. ATTENTION, lunch is served;

Diving in and out of foxholes;

Crawling low as I can through muck;

Tossing a few fragment grenades

And commanding my pet dinosaurs to flank the enemy;

Having a dwarf’s axe bury itself so close to my head

I no longer the long haired rocker I was,

But being a skinhead seems to make me look tougher

The alliance run from me in terror…

 

“so, 2 burgers, 3 small fries, and 4 colas (1 with with extra ice)….”

 

BUGGER!!! THAT HURT!!!!

Where did the dragon come from?

Cheating putin-paid-russian- better than us European players (maybe?)

If you believe we lose Alterac Valley so much,

Because Alliance are all Russian hackers….

I dunno, maybe horde is really that bad.

Let’s be honest….

We wanna chop someone’s head off now,

Not waste 10 minutes discussing tactics…

 

“that’ll be £12.58… any doughnuts?….

Or our vanilla triple whipped cream, crammed with goodies, milkshake, on special offer…..

 

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Horde win again

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

WE ROCK

 

“Thank you sir, would you like a receipt?

And, please enjoy the game.”

With a big shiney smile as I hand you your receipt and change;

And….

Move on to the next customer.

 

If it is YOU I am serving,

I am SO sorry, I mean no discourtesy or disrespect;

I am out to lunch

And have been a very, very long time.

 

And all my battles have a rocking sound track;

From the earliest blues, I am THE Crossroads;

To “take my hand;

Off to never-never land”

 

The “blues brothers” tell me, I’m guilty;

And sting says “we’re starting up a brand new day.”

Dire straits gave me a six-blade knife (my secret weapon);

And

“two thousand zero zero, party over,

“we’re out of time”.. Prince is a LEGEND (sorry)

 

I hand the next customer his hotdog, with extra stuff on top;

Sorry, but, I not here;

Out to lunch… please leave a message at the beep

And, enjoy your stay :-)

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

since i started writing poems recently and putting them here....

Stephen has really encouraged me a lot

i just wanted to say thanx :-)

and i hope you all enjoy the music :-)

 

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Proper homelessness

Proper homelessness

By jfarrell

 

As I go about, I see two faces of homelessness;

My local area, Walworth Road…

Man with accordion; 20 metres on, old woman with scarf;

Another twenty metres man with accordion again;

That’s gotta be gangs, right?

 

Three o’clock in the morning;

Rain, sleet, minus three degrees;

Wrapped in cardboard boxes

In shop doorways;

They gotta be proper homeless, right?

 

I’ve been homeless a few times;

Slept in doorways, subways, park benches;

Sleeping bag my coat and blanket;

Can’t stay dry, can’t stay warm;

All I possess in one bag.

 

And I never want to be homeless again, that’s for sure;

If you are homeless, you won’t be reading this, but….

Please stay warm and survive! Things can get better;

Folks reading this… please spare a thought;

And old blanket and a warm cup of tea would be a lifesaver, too.

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i keep hearing this winter will be the coldest for a long while, it's literally gonna be murder on the streets this winter

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