A misfit in Liverpool
I think of oranges when I see a painting by Constable of a morning sun
that looked like blood orange dripping nectar down on some
fishermen trying to catch eels on the dark surface of the bay.
There were sail-ships too ready to hoist sail in the morning wind.
When I lived in England, I met several police constables, most
of them, nice blokes, but during the miners´ strike, they became
radicalized, they had a good talking to by those higher up and
were also promised plenty of overtime.
John, a police constable fifteen years on the beat and no promotion-
a friend of mine refused to partake in hitting miners over the head,
he continued his lonely beat, but at the station, he was ostracised,
a lonely figure in need of a friend- He often came into my cafe after
hours, we drank vodka with orange juice, lamenting the time we lived in. John took early retirement, and I sold my cafe.
I kicked the world lay at my feet
the wrong way down a one way street
I kicked and kicked and didn’t stop
until I reached the paper shop
and thought my journey was complete.
Between the headlines of defeat
Liverpool's team was in retreat
hearing the call from Jürgen Klopp
I kicked the world.
My dad leapt up out from his seat
with terrace chants I won’t repeat
reality began to drop
legging towards the mighty Kop
only the goalie left to beat
I kicked the world.
Does World Heritage status stand
for undeveloped wasted land?
Looney Lula Loves Larry Larson
Lutilda Linkerwink Loves Larry Larson
Larry Larson Loves Lucinda Lavelachek
Lucinda Lavelachek Loves Luther Long
Luther Long Loves Lori Liverpool
Lorie Liverpool Loves Lorie Liverpool
Alexis Y.
10/20/2020
Born into the city I love to call home
Feelings of uncertainty sometimes alone
Staring to the sky looking for a bright star
Life passing you by near or far
Life in the city has not always been ideal
Use your inner courage to keep it all real
Day by day just go with the flow
You will be surprised what you get to know
Life in Liverpool is all I have ever known
With plenty to do no need to feel on your own
Attractions and landmarks there is so much to see
A beautiful place there is nowhere else I would rather be
Take a ride on the ferry across the Mersey
Wind blowing my hair wearing my favourite jersey
Day turns to night bright lights glowing
Movement in the distance thoughts on going
Lovely Liverpool has been home to the most famous
From the Beatles to Cilla adored by all ages
This city will always have a place in my heart
Once you have visited you will not want to depart
The Tale of the Liverpool Blitz
Mill Road Hospital took a Direct Hit
On the Maternity Ward indiscriminately killing Pregnant Women and new-born children
Reduced the City , Docks and Quarter's to smouldering ashes
Blew the Malachant into a Billion
Shrapnel pieces the quake could be
heard over 3 miles away
We even lost a National Treasure in
the form of Mary Lawson because she
never returned to the Bomb Shelter
Left countless homeless
But far more curse
Left thousands of Families bereft and bereaved
Yet the question still persists
Why help in the form of the R.A.F
Never Came
A misfit in Liverpool
I think of oranges saw a painting by Constable of a morning sun
that looked like blood orange dripping nectar down on some
fishermen trying to catch eels on the dark surface in the bay.
There were sail-ships too ready to hoist sail in the morning wind.
When I lived in England I met several police constables, most
of them, nice blokes, alas, during the miner´s strike they became
radicalized, they had a good talking to by those higher up and
were also promised plenty of overtime.
John, the constable, - fifteen years on the beat and no promotion-
a friend of mine refused to partake in hitting miners over the head,
he continued his lonely beat but at the station he was ostracised,
a lonely figure in need of a friend- He often came into my cafe after
hours and we drank vodka with orange juice lamenting the time we
lived in. John got an early retirement and I sold my cafe.
A day in the life of the 96
I heard the news today, Oh lord
About 96 humming birds
Breathing in the miracle heard
And though the news was rather sad
I had to laugh
A crowd of people stood and stared
And seemed to mouth the words
Justice for our dead
I saw a film today, Oh boy
The family's army had finally just won the war
And the guilty parties had to turn away
Having read the report knowing they were caught
And though the holes will never go
Now they know how may holes it will take to plug a 23 year hole
Today the truth your story told
Truth at last, Free at last
Lest we never forget your righteous path
In memory of the 96 and there families, The Hillsborough injustice.
Based on " A life in the day " By the Beatles
Soup and scouse
Permeate a house
Odors causing wet teeth.
The ingredients in these mixtures are not all sweet.
Some are quite bitter, even sour, on their own.
They do however improve the mix to no end.
I've had added to scouse through several days
and what started as cabbage soup last Tuesday,
Well let's just say it tasted better Sunday afternoon.
Some meals, like say Fish'nChips have to be eaten then.
Others can be edited, several times in preparation
Totally changing original intent and sometimes thrown out.
Other recipes fall off the nib as fast as the pen flows
Needing only an okazyunal spicing or spell check.
THE LEAVING OF LIVERPOOL
Giant ferry berthed in Mersey River :
Tugs take the strain with a shiver,
Ropes creak and we cast off -
She timorously inches away from the wharf.
Bow comes round and leaves the dyke:
Lit buildings spin carousel-like -
Strong currents have us in tow.
Black vortices with bubbles below,
Inkiness of river water stark:
Hear it more than see it in the dark.
Big crewman in black woolly hat
Yelling to another in Serbo-Croat:
Looks like mayhem but they know
How to swing her into the river, so
That ropes, men, machines, move in sync
Floating her out on the ink.
Liverpool fades in red glow;
Stars emerge from hiding low.
On the frowning wave
We are alone in the dark, save
Our own lights cast ghostly
Into nothingness mostly.
Go inside and shut out the night.
In the morning Dublin in sight.
Since John and Paul first met in high school,
we have had decent success playing in Liverpool.
There was some tragedy we went through.
The worst was the passing of our dear friend, Stu.
However, our music is still popular today.
We were polled number one by far and away.
The birds fly in from all around
to listen to our upbeat skittles sound.
I have been with these guys through thick and thin.
Now they are telling me I am no longer in.
They have been following the sound of a different drummer.
A new man has taken my place. What a bummer!
They will not sound the same in Hamburg or Liverpool.
To all the loyal fans, this will not be too cool.
Who needs them? I will form a new band.
When it is all over, I will hold the winning hand.
The first smell of rain hitting city walls
Before slipping down into guttery streams
Heavy drops splattering layers of ashes and dirt
Causing clouds to clot in noses of newly wet children
Wet soot snots that run so black memories keep coming back
Like scabs on bare and dirty knees
Or fog enveloping invading nostrils
Condensing eyelids blinding sight
Muffling sound and squeezing light
Hiding the world in the wetness
Of a cloud too heavy to fly
Carrying smells of sea salt and tar
Smoke of smouldering coal fires
Rolls off wet tile rooftops to mingle
With the soapy smell of Monday