Wish

Stuffed aubergines w/veg and potatoes

Did you hear about my friend

Did you hear about my friend today.
He lost his most important part.
Though he has his mouth they say.
Each word a poison dart.
And yet he has both eyes to see.
Just how they make their mark.
Did you hear about my friend today.
Inside he has no heart.

Cruelest promo

Hi there, check out my YouTube channel on the link below. I am reading my poem cruelest. It is a sonnet about social responsibility and the right to pass judgement in society.

If you like you can see more as I will be adding more content soon.

Cruelest

Youtube channel

Hi there everyone. I now have a Youtube channel.

Please like and subscribe. Lots more content to come. Next up i shall record my version of Dream within a dream by Edgar Allan Poe and another of mine called Rumours from the Street which is much more spoken word orientated.

 

 

Letters and notes set list

I’ve decided to try and do my some of my poems live and have assembled a set list of poems I have written that I believe to be of acceptable quality and I am comfortable enough to see myself possibly being able to recite with confidence to capture the ‘Gretl Feeson’ persona I am looking for haha 🙂

Letters & notes, Corr Blimey Records.

Cruelest

Social decline

Help me forget

Delusions in my mind

Letters & notes

I will look to attach additional links like Soundcloud and Youtube within the links.

Rumours from the street

Once upon a time in a dark cold place
I used to hear a voice that seemed awful two-faced
It would say these strange things that would lack conviction
Far-fetched tales proclaiming them as non-fiction
That in mind; it’s time for yous to leave
Consider these evictions for the poor depictions of just how cruel life can really be
If things get any worse, we’ll all be on our knees
Knees, please; I never did believe
The rhetoric, gossip
The rumours from the street

Delusions in the mind, just a rumour from the street
Rhetoric, gossip, rumours from the street.

Delusions in my mind, just a rumour from the street
Rhetoric, gossip, rumours from the street.

Now this ones called, wait; I don’t know
I don’t have skills, I don’t have flow
I’ve thirty-three years yet i’m still unknown
There goes another secret that I swore i’d never show
Still i’ve grown, i’m older and wiser
Ambitions with life to get much higher
To maybe start the family or even get the wife
The sort of stuff I had around me
That’s the tragedy of time
I used to spend mine searching for a sign
I’d look at other people, apply my judgement to their lives
I turn back to myself, you know what I find
Another loser piece of trash with delusion in the mind!

Delusions in the mind, just a rumour from the street
Rhetoric, gossip, rumours from the street.

Delusions in my mind, just a rumour from the street
Rhetoric, gossip, rumours from the street.

Delusions in my mind, just a rumour from the street
Rhetoric, gossip, rumours from the street.

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