A one to one when at work I arrived
Do I tell them of how I feel deprived?
How I want to do so much more
Than to constantly be ignored
How I know I meant for other things
And of a writing job my heart still clings
So if they ask how I could improve
By taking chances and making a move
And if I’ve filled the procedure correctly
Or if I feel that the team respect me
How can I tell them that this is a stop gap?
That I fallen into a daily trap
Feeling that times forgotten me
That I’m stuck in the routine of shift monotony
That I’m a genius but you don’t know it
That I’m trying to release the inner poet
That this job keeps me grounded
But leaves me constantly dumfounded
That I have no other choice
And I wish I could speak my voice
But I can’t, so I agree to make an easy living
My patience will be forgiving
And when I’m at my desk writing
I’ll remember the days less exciting
And when I look back, I know you’ll know
I’m better than this and I told you so!
Wednesday, 6 July 2011
June 26th
That’s it! I’ve drawn a blank
There’s nothing left in my mind tank
My thoughts have decided to migrate
My mind has chosen to permanently vacate
Thinking is now non-compulsory
I’m drained of all rhymery
I need to put my brain on charge
To absorb and to socially enlarge
I’m struggling as my words diminish
Bur I’ve started so I’ll have to finish
There’s nothing left in my mind tank
My thoughts have decided to migrate
My mind has chosen to permanently vacate
Thinking is now non-compulsory
I’m drained of all rhymery
I need to put my brain on charge
To absorb and to socially enlarge
I’m struggling as my words diminish
Bur I’ve started so I’ll have to finish
June 25th
I bumped into my wife upon the stair
It had been a while since I’d seen her there
I asked her how she’d been recently
She said that she was working too frequently
She looked beautiful, as she did always
Love and first sight and other clichés
I asked her, if she had the time
If she would come with me to dine
She gave me that smile that she used to give
Which left me feeling positive
She said farewell and went on her way
And I have a date with her for breakfast on Friday
It had been a while since I’d seen her there
I asked her how she’d been recently
She said that she was working too frequently
She looked beautiful, as she did always
Love and first sight and other clichés
I asked her, if she had the time
If she would come with me to dine
She gave me that smile that she used to give
Which left me feeling positive
She said farewell and went on her way
And I have a date with her for breakfast on Friday
June 24th
Please remember me when I’m gone
As the man with the rhyming aplomb
The one who had started achieving
Success came after self believing
Who realised that all you have
Can make any year ‘The year of the Gav’
That all decisions made along the way
Have put you where you are today
It’s only when we make mistakes
That our mind has space to further intake
I’m truly grateful for my life so far
Contented with my average par
I’m happy for my minor success
Allowing my life to effervesce
Thanks to the players, you know who you are
You’ve filled up my mind memoirs
If it wasn’t for you, I’d never have thought
To have picked up a pen and poetry sought
And to all those offended in my earlier days
Apologies and know I’ve changed my ways
Please put it down to teen anxiety
And I hope this covers it justifiably
I have continued to grow and demand equality
I have danced briefly in fame frivolity
Please allow this indulgence to go on
And please remember me when I’m gone
As the man with the rhyming aplomb
The one who had started achieving
Success came after self believing
Who realised that all you have
Can make any year ‘The year of the Gav’
That all decisions made along the way
Have put you where you are today
It’s only when we make mistakes
That our mind has space to further intake
I’m truly grateful for my life so far
Contented with my average par
I’m happy for my minor success
Allowing my life to effervesce
Thanks to the players, you know who you are
You’ve filled up my mind memoirs
If it wasn’t for you, I’d never have thought
To have picked up a pen and poetry sought
And to all those offended in my earlier days
Apologies and know I’ve changed my ways
Please put it down to teen anxiety
And I hope this covers it justifiably
I have continued to grow and demand equality
I have danced briefly in fame frivolity
Please allow this indulgence to go on
And please remember me when I’m gone
June 23rd
Ladies are great, they are the modern gentry
When others talk, they listen intently
Men are happy with a grunt and a nod
With no device for a further conversation prod
But ladies, there is something you don’t know
We’d love the ability to say more than hello
You should see us when we are pub bound
Making the world spin the right way round
We have opinions that don’t make sense
This blokey facade is just pretence
We long to be more Glee-full and start singing
We want our own version of Loose Women
How come you get your own show?
Talking with ease as feelings outflow
All we get is Gary Linekar
And his nodding dogs that constantly concur
Men still think that they make the decisions
But, we know behind every male Politian
There is the lady that dictates his movements
And gives ideas for constant improvement
A simple conversation around the house
Turns mediocre man as he absorbs from spouse
And the following day when he’s with work colleagues
He passes the idea off as one of he’s
Do all men secretly conspire and connive?
Or am I reading too much into the movie 9-5
When others talk, they listen intently
Men are happy with a grunt and a nod
With no device for a further conversation prod
But ladies, there is something you don’t know
We’d love the ability to say more than hello
You should see us when we are pub bound
Making the world spin the right way round
We have opinions that don’t make sense
This blokey facade is just pretence
We long to be more Glee-full and start singing
We want our own version of Loose Women
How come you get your own show?
Talking with ease as feelings outflow
All we get is Gary Linekar
And his nodding dogs that constantly concur
Men still think that they make the decisions
But, we know behind every male Politian
There is the lady that dictates his movements
And gives ideas for constant improvement
A simple conversation around the house
Turns mediocre man as he absorbs from spouse
And the following day when he’s with work colleagues
He passes the idea off as one of he’s
Do all men secretly conspire and connive?
Or am I reading too much into the movie 9-5
June 22nd
Twenty five weeks and thirty thousand words back
I decided to give my mind a track
To see if I could write my wrongs
And document my progress as I go along
All was going well until I started thinking
And now my word ship has started sinking
I don’t see to have a solution
I’ve made a literary execution
So I’m clutching for the last straw
Looking for a word guffaw
To start writing in the right direction
And ignite my daily introspection
So I turn to you to help inspire
Before I’ve begun I begun to expire
Which isn’t what I had in mind
My writing hill has steeply inclined
But with your help I’ll get over this
Raise my game and clench my fist
And shout out loud ‘Yes I can’
I have evolved from Neanderthal man
Take a look at what I’ve become
All shaven face and opposable thumb
And when they find me in fossilization
And carry out a thorough examination
They will hang me in a museum to admire me
With my carbon dated completed rhyme diary
I decided to give my mind a track
To see if I could write my wrongs
And document my progress as I go along
All was going well until I started thinking
And now my word ship has started sinking
I don’t see to have a solution
I’ve made a literary execution
So I’m clutching for the last straw
Looking for a word guffaw
To start writing in the right direction
And ignite my daily introspection
So I turn to you to help inspire
Before I’ve begun I begun to expire
Which isn’t what I had in mind
My writing hill has steeply inclined
But with your help I’ll get over this
Raise my game and clench my fist
And shout out loud ‘Yes I can’
I have evolved from Neanderthal man
Take a look at what I’ve become
All shaven face and opposable thumb
And when they find me in fossilization
And carry out a thorough examination
They will hang me in a museum to admire me
With my carbon dated completed rhyme diary
Monday, 27 June 2011
June 21st
I’m back on the airwaves back in the groove
Back talking about music with voice all smooth
Back mentioning people, tipping the wink
Back playing songs with a tenuous link
Back chatting complete nonsense
Back trying not to cause offence
Back reading hourly news
Back listening to others views
Back keeping the locals informed
Back to censorship and being warned
Back speaking into the mic
Back trying to play the music I like
Back with the daily bulletin
Back to mock tunes with a bit of reckoning
Back checking on who is listening
Back to announcing a local christening
Back in the radio zone
Back to feeling very at home
Back nattering to and fro
Back looking for my own show
Back to headphones messing up my hair
Back trying to rediscover my flair
Back to being in the broadcasting game
I’m back but it’s not the same
I’m back but still feeling blue
I’m on the radio but where’s Andrew?
Back talking about music with voice all smooth
Back mentioning people, tipping the wink
Back playing songs with a tenuous link
Back chatting complete nonsense
Back trying not to cause offence
Back reading hourly news
Back listening to others views
Back keeping the locals informed
Back to censorship and being warned
Back speaking into the mic
Back trying to play the music I like
Back with the daily bulletin
Back to mock tunes with a bit of reckoning
Back checking on who is listening
Back to announcing a local christening
Back in the radio zone
Back to feeling very at home
Back nattering to and fro
Back looking for my own show
Back to headphones messing up my hair
Back trying to rediscover my flair
Back to being in the broadcasting game
I’m back but it’s not the same
I’m back but still feeling blue
I’m on the radio but where’s Andrew?
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