ALL THOSE WE LOVE - by Paul Roberts
Anecdotes and boats
They come and go
Each time they sound bolder
Further from the truth
Fathers and sons
Mothers and Daughters
Aunts and Uncles
Nieces and Nephews
Lions and goats
Left long enough
Will seek each other's shoulder
Find that they are close
Fathers and sons
Mothers and Daughters
Aunts and Uncles
Nieces and Nephews
One day we see above
And so soon wake up to find
That we are this alike
All of those we love
They come and go
Each time they sound bolder
Further from the truth
Fathers and sons
Mothers and Daughters
Aunts and Uncles
Nieces and Nephews
Lions and goats
Left long enough
Will seek each other's shoulder
Find that they are close
Fathers and sons
Mothers and Daughters
Aunts and Uncles
Nieces and Nephews
One day we see above
And so soon wake up to find
That we are this alike
All of those we love
Paul Roberts
DAISY
I like our imaginary phone calls
And I like our race up the stairs
I like it when I think I was first but she says that she has won
I love it in the mornings when she's happy and friends with her mum
When she sings I think she knows she good and you know and so she should
Because she's more than good
I know we sometimes argue and I say use your knife and fork
You have to have the last word if we have a little talk
But I love the way we leave the flat ahead of your mum and you say shall we just leave her and I say ok
And then we both wait for her because we both love her
I'd like her to look after my monkeys more
But she's got ted and cat and two more which makes four
So I understand why I found small monkey on the floor!
I like it when she pointed out that fox was really a mouse
She said it quietly to me so as not to ruin the story
I laughed and so that's what we'll do
She said you won't I said
Will
Won't
Will
Won't
Won't
Will
Doh xxx
pauliepaul
And I like our race up the stairs
I like it when I think I was first but she says that she has won
I love it in the mornings when she's happy and friends with her mum
When she sings I think she knows she good and you know and so she should
Because she's more than good
I know we sometimes argue and I say use your knife and fork
You have to have the last word if we have a little talk
But I love the way we leave the flat ahead of your mum and you say shall we just leave her and I say ok
And then we both wait for her because we both love her
I'd like her to look after my monkeys more
But she's got ted and cat and two more which makes four
So I understand why I found small monkey on the floor!
I like it when she pointed out that fox was really a mouse
She said it quietly to me so as not to ruin the story
I laughed and so that's what we'll do
She said you won't I said
Will
Won't
Will
Won't
Won't
Will
Doh xxx
pauliepaul
Streets And Fields
Streets and Fields
Streets are evil
Streets are legal
Fields are righteous
Fields delight us
Streets frighten
Streets inspire
Fields breath
Fields don’t lie
Streets decay
Streets are hard
Fields forgive
Fields produce
Streets laugh
Streets cry
Fields live
Fields die
Streets and Fields
pauliepaul
Streets are evil
Streets are legal
Fields are righteous
Fields delight us
Streets frighten
Streets inspire
Fields breath
Fields don’t lie
Streets decay
Streets are hard
Fields forgive
Fields produce
Streets laugh
Streets cry
Fields live
Fields die
Streets and Fields
pauliepaul
MAKING FRIENDS WITH JACK
What affirmed my affection was it mind or heart?
Or did I already know as I often do.
That moment in time a true friendship will start.
Friendships pick and poke for proof at first.
Like minds still unsure, await for better or worse.
Until one by one kind comments of connection.
Reaffirm as true those first knowing thoughts.
Reaffirm as real, that first feeling of affection.
pauliepaul
Or did I already know as I often do.
That moment in time a true friendship will start.
Friendships pick and poke for proof at first.
Like minds still unsure, await for better or worse.
Until one by one kind comments of connection.
Reaffirm as true those first knowing thoughts.
Reaffirm as real, that first feeling of affection.
pauliepaul
THE END OF FRIDAY NIGHT
by Paul Roberts
Little notes to say you are happy
Some notes to say you're sad
A little note so say sorry
For all the times I was bad
An email to say thank you
For all the things they did
To tell them not to worry
We'll see them soon enough
To the dead and the broken
I miss you more than you know
You cured me and broke me
And you left me though
You just won't go away
Left me blessed and haunted
Like a good old joke
Laughing and crying
You come to me at night
In dreams of different times
Mixed up with other
Rhymes and other lines
A coin upon your eye
And one over the bridge
Another drink spilt
Then one more for the house
Some notes to say you're sad
A little note so say sorry
For all the times I was bad
An email to say thank you
For all the things they did
To tell them not to worry
We'll see them soon enough
To the dead and the broken
I miss you more than you know
You cured me and broke me
And you left me though
You just won't go away
Left me blessed and haunted
Like a good old joke
Laughing and crying
You come to me at night
In dreams of different times
Mixed up with other
Rhymes and other lines
A coin upon your eye
And one over the bridge
Another drink spilt
Then one more for the house
Paul Roberts
REMEMBER NOT TO BULLY!
pauliepaul
You all remember well, or knew the someone who was bullied.
Whether at school or work, but you remember where it was.
That the frightened person you saw bullied felt.
More than often not the feeling of being painfully alone.
You must and do remember who was bullied?
You might remember well your part or not in the bullying of the someone that you knew.
Someone forgotten who was bullied, someone like you?
Pointing at long last fingers of blame towards the bullies from the past is up to you or us and them.
But bullies from the now we sight will be met with more than all of our just might - tell.
You all remember well, knew or sometimes saw the someone who was bullied.
And with the years passed I hope it’s understood how sad it was that bullies did what bullies do.
Which is why now me and you or you and I.
Can say remember not to bully to all, knowing more than fully well the reason why.
Whether at school or work, but you remember where it was.
That the frightened person you saw bullied felt.
More than often not the feeling of being painfully alone.
You must and do remember who was bullied?
You might remember well your part or not in the bullying of the someone that you knew.
Someone forgotten who was bullied, someone like you?
Pointing at long last fingers of blame towards the bullies from the past is up to you or us and them.
But bullies from the now we sight will be met with more than all of our just might - tell.
You all remember well, knew or sometimes saw the someone who was bullied.
And with the years passed I hope it’s understood how sad it was that bullies did what bullies do.
Which is why now me and you or you and I.
Can say remember not to bully to all, knowing more than fully well the reason why.
I wrote this around 3 years ago and recently edited it. The original is here I don't know which I like best... pp x
WHEN I WAS A CAT
When I was a cat I fell in love with a dog
We had to keep it secret and we met on rooftops
He hated that
I loved the way he chased his tail
And I loved the way he watched me clean my whiskers
When he thought I didn't know
Sometimes when I caught him a mouse he didn't understand
And I pretended not to be upset
When he was feeling ill I would know
Because his nose would be dry has he nuzzled my ears
When I was feeling low he would lick my face
And know as he tasted my tears
He would spend hours chewing a bone
And I never understood why
Sometimes I wanted to be alone
And he pretended he wasn't hurt
When we had a play fight I would lose my temper and scratch his nose
He hated that
He asked one day why I did it
I said because I'm a cat
He hated that
When we parted I was sad
I said I'm sure we can make it work
He chased me up a tree
I hated that
pauliepaul
We had to keep it secret and we met on rooftops
He hated that
I loved the way he chased his tail
And I loved the way he watched me clean my whiskers
When he thought I didn't know
Sometimes when I caught him a mouse he didn't understand
And I pretended not to be upset
When he was feeling ill I would know
Because his nose would be dry has he nuzzled my ears
When I was feeling low he would lick my face
And know as he tasted my tears
He would spend hours chewing a bone
And I never understood why
Sometimes I wanted to be alone
And he pretended he wasn't hurt
When we had a play fight I would lose my temper and scratch his nose
He hated that
He asked one day why I did it
I said because I'm a cat
He hated that
When we parted I was sad
I said I'm sure we can make it work
He chased me up a tree
I hated that
pauliepaul
Good Night 13 Exeter Street (Joe Allen) - by Paul Roberts
There are ghosts here
In this room that will disappear
Long dead musical posters
Aged bar no need for coasters
Yves commanded the bar
Shooting drinks down so far
To land in front of guests impressed
Thirty years this place blessed
Richard managed from afar
First restaurant that was a bar
After eleven and with brunch
Without him would not have been such
Rachel glowed at the door
Taken early that is a sore
My heart goes out to Louis and Brad
All the times they could have had
With the chefs they were blessed
Martin knew talent and addressed
Social imbalances
A real Mensch
Jimmy he could hold a tune
He took Rock Hudson to Heaven
On a hot hot night in London
After puttin Liz Taylor in a taxi
And to all those that are still alive
A little piece of us dies tonight
The place I found a wife
The place I felt welcome
Hugs and kisses from people I love
I think I am not alone in thinking
This is a very sad night.
Paul Roberts
In this room that will disappear
Long dead musical posters
Aged bar no need for coasters
Yves commanded the bar
Shooting drinks down so far
To land in front of guests impressed
Thirty years this place blessed
Richard managed from afar
First restaurant that was a bar
After eleven and with brunch
Without him would not have been such
Rachel glowed at the door
Taken early that is a sore
My heart goes out to Louis and Brad
All the times they could have had
With the chefs they were blessed
Martin knew talent and addressed
Social imbalances
A real Mensch
Jimmy he could hold a tune
He took Rock Hudson to Heaven
On a hot hot night in London
After puttin Liz Taylor in a taxi
And to all those that are still alive
A little piece of us dies tonight
The place I found a wife
The place I felt welcome
Hugs and kisses from people I love
I think I am not alone in thinking
This is a very sad night.
Paul Roberts
LUNA DOLINA by Paul Roberts
Old photos are not like mirrors
I see that boy between the fissures
The occasional fire in my eyes
The ghost of youth that it belies
When I look back now at images
My face before it had ridges
I see only the times in between
And all the things that I have seen
The people met and the drugs taking
Experience brings beauty and awakening
Each groove proves a lesson learnt
Every line in my heart a poem burnt
Now and then I drop the disguise
Dance in a field and forget the lies
For a night or two that lad again
Especially when it pisses with rain
Dancing with abandon and falling over
Waking up with my face in clover
A smile and thoughts so silly
Because none of us grow up really
And In 20 years I'll look back at me
And a young boy is all I’ll see
Paul Roberts
We saw this at festival 23 and fell in...LOVE XX
Did I Ever? - by Paul Roberts
Did you ever wake up screaming
Thinking that the world is ending
Spiders climbing up the wall
Visions of the final fall
Did you ever wake up breathing
Surprised to feel your blood flowing
By rights you should be dead
Is what all you friends said
Did you ever wake up bleeding
Falling down the stairs and reeling
Pain you felt was justly earnt
Scars burnt and lessons learnt
Did you ever wake up crying
Realising your heart is breaking
It happens to everyone
Father, brother, mother, son
Did you ever wake up hoping
That you could break the rhythm
For a better day I was striving
A healing of the schism
What changes your life
Is not always what happens
It is how
you see it it
Did you ever wake up happy?
Paul Roberts x
From To Gone
From road trips to train trips.
Boxing fights and holiday flights.
From design to music.
Film and Art.
To endeavour and discovery.
Moon landings and conspiracy.
Apart from selfishness.
And being wrong.
The golden days of everything.
Have gone.
pauliepaul
Boxing fights and holiday flights.
From design to music.
Film and Art.
To endeavour and discovery.
Moon landings and conspiracy.
Apart from selfishness.
And being wrong.
The golden days of everything.
Have gone.
pauliepaul
ANCHORS AND CHAINS.
Anchors and chains.
Anchors and chains.
For some such an important part of feeling freedom.
A life line to steady a pitch dark nautical night.
Against the might of the sea's storm's -
Wild winds, waves and rains.
Anchors and chains.
Anchors and chains.
For some such a great worldly weight around the neck.
Of anyone's once - forward looking face.
Who now forget their hopes and dreams.
Smiles and schemes.
Anchors and chains.
Anchors and chains.
pauliepaul
WHEN THE BEST PARTIES ENDED -
dedicated to Adrian & Amanda
When the best parties ended.
Corsica still full of that fond got it right familiar happiness.
Moist from wet foreheads and lost damp coats in corners.
Corsica happiness despite the broken Budvar bottles and half started soaked loo rolls.
Strewn across more than all area's
Sometimes the power of the best party couldn't be halted.
At times like these, which - rare but plenty.
If I'm being honest.
If i'm being true.
Well at times like these we would crack on through.
The after party decks played out the perfect set.
An oh so closed bar - so closed and yet... Adrian and Amanda would nod me with winks.
A yes for their more than generous drinks.
I would beg Adrian to play "Well What About Ponderosa?"
Every time I would see where is it. As where it? He think's....
When the best parties ended I would see Amanda so happy.
Holding court with Adrian, and in control.
Of the Best Small club, the only club with a soul.
When the best parties ended. In the extreme.
Normally a Low Life, with it's Low Life loves you theme.
The flower market called - and with the clink of glasses on the last double.....
Well - Thats what happened when the best parties ended...
When you next see Adrian, if you talk about this.
Just say : "Well What About Ponderosa?"
I'll probably still be remembering, to rhyme last double - with Trouble....
pauliepaul
THE LONE WOLF OF SOHO
Thinking of long ago, of soho nights, and basement drinks.
Of sheltering from rain at 3am; with tear stained cheeks and memories of new friends that owe me drinks; I'll never meet again.
And now it's years gone by my tears have dried, the basements not as frequent now and strangers are left in peace to drink alone.
Well now and then the lone wolf returns inside to drag me into Holborn doorways to find homeless concert pianist's.
Who fell from grace yet cling to hope; as they cling to their hostel place. Along with scoundrels but also people kind who care for others without this rhyme or reason.
And then I venture underground.
Every one is still as ice as they travel on their lonely way.
A hundred feet below and a million lonely souls play at life through a tired transport network revolving around a victorian dream.
That now forgets to say hello and how are you, and look each other in the eye; for fear of communicating. God forbid a Northerner with things to say, because he's suffered only a day
And years will wear him down; he'll soon be looking at the ground when asked for change by someone who may be needing help.
But he won't see, because he needs the help as well.
As he's close to cracking with his life on the corner of a page he's been reading for ten years or more.
Tbc
pauliepaul
THE BOOK I MIGHT HAVE WRITE
Thinking on long of the book I might write.
It's setting would be primarily.
The deeper dark of all night.
The protagonist I would say.
Will be fighting life & law by the hour.
With many more flaws than the Trellick tower.
Thinking on then further.
On the film of the book.
Financed with some or other filthy cash that we took.
The protagonist now show's some signs of sanity.
And has a pretty voiced love interest.
With an urge to help humanity.
Then when at the ending.
They hold each other in the rain.
Hail a taxi with wet faces, and give the cat a name.
I'm thinking on long of the book I might write.
And re - reminded of my death by Roland Barthes.
I've decided it's too so novel, such so I may not start.
pauliepaul
Ken Sims x
FATHER AND DAUGHTER TO SEE
-for my lovely Jo after the death of her beloved father x
Watching her love and admiration surface.
Animated with a love she can't hide.
Reaching into a past to find the man behind her father.
Who loved her more, for far and wide.
Hearing a tribute from a lovely wrinkled face.
And behind it a friend with many shared years.
That opens a thought to confirm her fathers kindness.
To confirm her fathers cares.
I love watching her love and admiration surface.
She and I know it was always a part of her.
Just as his pride and love for her shone out to me.
Father and daughter to see, as close as can be.
pauliepaul
Animated with a love she can't hide.
Reaching into a past to find the man behind her father.
Who loved her more, for far and wide.
Hearing a tribute from a lovely wrinkled face.
And behind it a friend with many shared years.
That opens a thought to confirm her fathers kindness.
To confirm her fathers cares.
I love watching her love and admiration surface.
She and I know it was always a part of her.
Just as his pride and love for her shone out to me.
Father and daughter to see, as close as can be.
pauliepaul