English Poems

[undead_knight]

i started this to encourage english thinking and the literary sense
i hope it doesn't end up :) just like my other projects
so i begin with a political one
well i've written this poem a few years ago and now i made some modifications




the country we live in is really good
we have every thing not just food

but we are not happy
a man rules us who's sappy

orders from the sky
just knows how to cry

he acts as he is lord of beings
maybe he thinks he creates things

he has some savage beasts
who just know the language of fists

this time he played a tricky show
supposed we let his plans go

ok! enough was enough
we got to be badly tough

people suddenly woke up
cleaned the false make-up

the country flown into the rage
broke that cursed terror cage

it was the time to destroy
the enemy horse of troy

we wanted to taste and feel
getting back our free will

he wrongly used gun fire
trying to save the empire

one day time will be alright
that day we won't give up fight

at the dead of darkest night
we"ll raise the victory light

we gonna kick his holy ass
if he doesn't let us pass

the way of freedom and joy
to prove we are not his toy

we should scream and dare
come what may,who's gonna care

but there is an obvious fact
we'll remember any heroic act



i accept any criticism joyfully
:)

[nuage]

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do
you?