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MR HAMBLETON
Strumming a six string song on a battered four string guitar
Contents of his wealth collected in an empty coffee jar
Yesterday’s news lines last year’s worn shoes
They’ve lost their sole, but he’s still singing the blues
Alcoholic dreams, alcoholic desires
Sidelined from the rat race, no thieves, no liars
Graffiti decorated concrete bed
Tired eyes weep and a heavy heart bled
In the town, in the city
Takeaway odours, noisy and gritty
Earning a penny plectrum performance from songs he hasn’t penned
Never mind, we all have dreams and surely can pretend
In chords of E or maybe G and sometimes even A
The sound of begging bowl chink clink when passing folk will pay
Rock ‘n’ roll T shirt complete with skulls and giant coiled green viper
An ill fitting Army and Navy coat, he’s no Japanese sniper
Songs live on within each heart
But sadly friendships have to part
My best friend gone, lifeless, dead
But I’m still here in my cardboard bed
Who wants a stray with no collar, just fleas?
Can I have a home, help me out please
I don’t have a brother, I don’t have a sister
My name is Hambleton and that would be Mister
The Velvet Clad Seducer and Serenader
Seducing,
serenading,
eloquently smoking in the clubs
he is parading
A clean cut suit,
sharp shoes,
never fading
The velvet clad seducer and serenader,
not much conversation, but he just made her
Another notch, another score,
another woman hunger lust wanting more
Musician,
requisition,
acoustic words flowing on stage,
songwriting composition
Six string paramour,
plectrum delight,
lyrical condition
The velvet clad seducer and serenader,
not much conversation, but he just made her
Another notch, another score,
another woman hunger lust wanting more
Perceiver,
believer,
a double with ice at the bar
will please her
Eyes mesmerise,
intoxicating odour,
aftershave deceiver
The velvet clad seducer and serenader,
not much conversation, but he just made her
Another notch, another score,
another woman hunger lust wanting more
A Heartbeat in Time
A heartbeat in time,
next to mine
Two lovers together
in rhythm and rhyme
Touch Feel Live
Touch your face,
your lips
Feel the warmth of the sun,
the warmth of your skin
Live life
Love life
Coursing within
Moonlit galleon
Cool waters whisper with secrets of the guilty and the dead,
reflecting the grey, ghostly moon above which commands tides of oceans and seas
Stars pierce and pinhole the canopy of black tinged with edges of red
Tattered sails hang lifeless
Salt lashed decking, silent as resting bones
Sea mist carries the vessel over waters, twisting, creeping along planks and mast
Lanterns of green light bow and stern
Candlelight flickers in the bedroom quarters
Warm, safe, inviting
Glasses sit empty alongside my favourite wine
Soft, silk sheets suggest
You have returned once more
Shall I join you?
Step from the cliff where the depths below will end a life and begin another
Love is life
You are my life,
my beautiful man
I can almost taste the wine and see you naked in the candlelight