A lot of modern poetry is too hard to understand,
it has become too complicated for the uninitiated or casual reader.
These poems are by an ordinary bloke, for ordinary folk. © Chris Daws
Showing posts with label Living the Dream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Living the Dream. Show all posts
Friday, 7 September 2012
Believe
Hills that rise beyond the tree line
Heights that steal the air you breath
Slopes that drop into the valleys
Mountain mist blows in the breeze
Push your self beyond your limits
Heart it is that gets you through
Win the race against surrender
show yourself that you are true . Believe
Though the day is long and weary
you must keep on keeping on
put one foot before the other
soon the dreary miles are done
Push your self beyond your limits
Heart it is that gets you through
Win the race against surrender
show yourself that you are true . Believe
At the end comes peace and pleasure
rest awhile in memory
Look back on the miles you've travelled
taste the glow of victory
Push your self beyond your limits
Heart it is that gets you through
Win the race against surrender
show yourself that you are true . Believe.
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Tuesday, 17 July 2012
Living the dream
It's Friday night and we've bin paid
us lads from 'factory floor
so now we're gone down to th'arcade
to show them all what for.
In drainpipe jeans and Oxford shirts
us lads from 'factory floor
we makes a beeline for the skirts
to see if we can score.
Reeking of sweat and pheromones
us lads from 'factory floor
living the dream of the Rolling Stones
in nineteen sixty-four.
Our chat-up lines are all first class
us lads from 'factory floor
so arm in arm wi' lucky lass
we go through 'palaise door.
We drink and dance and try our luck
us lads from 'factory floor
but good girls never give a - chance
that's not what they're here for.
Reeking of sweat and pheromones
us lads from 'factory floor
living the dream of the Rolling Stones
in nineteen sixty-four.
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