Life Rap ..
Homelessness messes people up mentally
What’s this meant to be? The 21st century?
People freezing on the streets they aint meant to be
Without a home no friends no family
Stealing to eat so they be banning me
In the meat wagon feds they be ramming me
But it’s a roof for the night that’s my plan you’ll see
Brothers and sisters on the streets they’ll all agree
We’re just shadows and outcasts of society.
Mental health saying split personality
Got my meds now backtrack to reality
Loop hole in my mind it’s insanity
I can’t escape it like I can’t defy gravity
Demon inside, back off you aint having me!
I aint asking for a saint or a saviour
Just saying I need some help with my behaviour
Cos apparently to myself and the public I’m a danger
The way my mind is superman won’t save ya
Even if you’re god-sent born in a manger.
( David McNally )
Lines Of Duty ..
It’s God forsaken, nothing less
This jungle land, this wilderness
This land that nature’s claimed her own
This land so very far from home.
These mighty hills and valleys below
These rivers roaring as they flow
Towards the far and distant sea
Like lost souls in eternity.
And everywhere this jungle growth
By nature’s hand completely loath
To yield its secrets unto man
Secrets of a forgotten land.
Bamboo clumps, a stifling mesh
That rips the clothes and tears the flesh
That makes man curse and long to be
Away from all its treachery.
Malaria, illness, skin disease
Insect bites that never cease
Scorpions, snakes and leeches clinging
Monsoon bugs incessant ringing.
Oh for the day when the hostile men
Are driven from this land, and then
We can leave this Burma and
Return to our own beloved land.
( Dennis Leedham )
The Pub ..
The pub is a quaint old tradition
Where beer is dispensed with a smile
By barmaids with huge, heaving bosoms
Who are chatted up once in a while
It’s a place you can take all your problems
There’ll be someone to lend you an ear
Who’ll be patient and most sympathetic
While you sit there and cry in your beer
It’s a place often ringing with laughter
Where the news of the day is debated
Whether football, religion or politics
A carnival mood is created
So go down to your local this evening
Make merry and drink of your fill
Cos you know you’ll be cosy and welcome.
Dear Friend ..
I’m hoping that these words
Are somehow able to express
How to have you as my friend
Brings so much happiness.
For whenever I can see
Only grey clouds in the sky
And all the joy in life
Just passes me right by.
I know that you are there
To help and encourage me
And to remind me that there’s sunshine
Beyond the clouds I see.
There aren’t any words to thank you
For always standing by my side
For being there to share my happiness
And the times when I have cried.
So I feel so very privileged
To know that every day
I have a friend as kind as you
To walk with me on life’s way.
For Gladys ..
The jungle is dark my darling
And danger is ever near
But through it I hear you calling
‘Come back safe my dear’.
I hear those words you said to me
It seems so long ago
Before I sailed across the sea
Before I met the foe.
Now as we creeping through
The jungle’s dark and gloom
I whisper, ‘I’ll be back with you
My darling, one day soon’.
( Dennis Leedham )
England’s Rose ..
The day we lost our Nation’s Rose
Tears we cried like rivers flowed
The Earth stood still
As we laid her to rest
A day you and I will never forget.
( Written by Lewis Hamilton to mark the 20th anniversary of Princess Diana’s death )
That Lovely Weekend ..
My darling, here’s my letter I’m writing through my tears
A few sweet words to thank you for lovely souvenirs.
Memories you gave me still echo in my heart
I’ll dream of then while we’re apart.
I haven’t said thanks for that lovely weekend
Those two days of heaven you helped me spend.
The thrill of your kiss as you stepped off the train
The smile in your eyes like the sun after rain.
To mark the occasion we went out to dine
Remember the laughter, the music, the wine.
That drive in the taxi when midnight had flown
Then breakfast next morning, just we two alone.
You had to go, the time was too short
We both had so much to say.
Your kit to be packed, the train to be caught
Sorry I cried but I just felt that way.
And now you have gone, dear, this letter I pen
My heart travels with you till we meet again.
Keep smiling, my darling, and someday we’ll spend
A lifetime as sweet as that lovely weekend.
( Moira and Ted Heath )
Flying The Spitfire ..
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air …
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
( John Gillespie Magee, Jr. )