Not having done a quicky poetry challenge since last weekend, I wanted to play too!
This then is my shot at it. Its not a poem, its a song, and meant to be one of those Keane type ballads (don't blame me, blame Jo Wiley, she was playing him on Radio 1 just now). Titled after the most annoyingly overused words in it, and got in quick because I know that if and when Steg comes out with a work it will be just that, a beautiful, considerate 'work', that this won't hold a candle to.
Anyway.
My song about roses and horseshit. Hopefully not bad for a scrawl that took just under 20 minutes all told. It'll be even better when my pet fantasy band of my teenage years (Pogles Would) finally agree to form and turn it into a number one. LOL.
Enjoy or outdo - both would be fun for me, just post in the comments or link to your own blog so I can come see.
Sometimes Even
Life stinks sometimes;
Sometimes it seems
Like the skies open up and
The rain that pours
Is nothing like the crystal
Water of your dreams
It just heaps you with trouble,
Its giving you sores
Yet you keep on walking
In the pouring stench
Cos you gotta keep trying
Even though you’re drenched
And the work’s too hard to
Even wonder why
To even stop and breathe
Or look at the sky, but
CH: Sometimes baby, ever since you were born
It feels like the world is all horseshit and thorns
While people around you are soaking up rays
Your whole damn life is just one of those days
Please don’t envy
The daisies you see
So they’re bright and they’re pretty
And they’re growing free
But they all look the same
Though it seems so unfair
And you’d do anything, darling
To be over there
Let me tell you a secret
Something special and true
One day they’ll all wish
That they could be you
There’s only one thing that grows
And if you survive
You’re gonna be a rose
CH
Life stinks sometimes;
sometimes it seems
Like the skies open up and
The rain that pours
Is nothing like the crystal
Water of your dreams
It just heaps you with trouble,
Its giving you sores
But when you blossom
You’ll perfume the air
And the beauty of you
Will be beyond compare
(Please don’t despair)
CH
4 comments:
That's wonderful. Full of mischief and fun galore. I think you win the contest without even seeing the others. A++++
but then again, now you've that song stuck in my head all day.
Well I'd buy it! If I knew what time it was on I might even tune to Radio 1 to listen to it. And I haven't had that station on since Nicky Campbell was on at 10pm followed by Bob Harris at midnight. Maybe 20 years?
And you flatter me. But in the meantime:
If horseshit's what you give me
Then I'll tell you what I'll do.
I'll grow some pretty roses
And I'll send them all to you.
To make sure that they're scented
I'll send them to you young.
And garnish every bouquet with
The malodorous dung.
A bonified hit for sure!
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