Poems from the sky

a bunch of original poetry by A.S. Billington

Nobody

A world of screens and endless streams, Where tweets and memes fulfill our dreams,

look there’s a book it’s such a chore but nobody reads poetry anymore.

Gone the days of paper - ink, emojis now that make us think. Rhymes and verses, once the core but nobody reads poetry anymore. A world of noise and shallow fame, reality is not the same. This plastic life is such a bore, and nobody reads poetry anymore. wizzy busy makes me dizzy, every app so very swizzy, too and fro all on the go, but nobody reads poetry anymore.

Nothing to do nothing to say Nothing to wear no place to play Nothing to eat nothing to drink Nothing to see no time to think Nothing to buy nothing to sell Nothing to save no tales to tell Nothing to hear nothing to feel Nothing to love

Nothing

nothing’s the deal nothing to look at nothing to find nothing and noone who we leave behind nothing no nothing all gone AWOL nothing to see here no, nothing at all!

Clever

Clever’s a fox, who hides from plain sight. Clever’s an owl, in a barn in the night. Clever’s a puzzle, that's so hard to solve. Clever’s a secret, that’s never been told. Clever’s a wit, not failing to charm. Clever’s a plan, avoiding all harm. Clever’s a strategy, always prevailing. Clever’s a quick trick, that’s never failing. Clever’s a mind, unconcealed by a frown. Clever’s a book, that you just can't put down. Clever’s a word, hits the target just right. Clever’s a skill, that shines like a light.

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Words, oh words, I love to play Mixed up, jumbled, disarray A puzzle for the mind to solve A tangled web where I revolve Letters switch, positions change different meanings, different range Muddled thoughts a twisted plot sometimes clear, sometimes not a page of notes, a wordy mess yet look embrace and yes address A chance to flex my mental might To find some order in this plight As I revel the mixed up words facing up, and not deterred crazy hazey so intense without a shred of common sense mixed up letters tumbled jumbled all the words picked up then fumbled miss reading daily every hour my special super dooper power

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Miles

Where magic, and reality together intertwine where all the stars above you fall neatly and align possible begins to bloom like flowers in the spring the canvas is a virgin where nothing is the thing No limits and, no boundaries just who you choose. The villain or a hero in your never ending tale, the narrative within your palm you own the holy grail the author of your destiny Embrace the force within the journey of a thousand miles begins when you begin! where fantasies all fuse A tapestry of wonder where you are -

The Heroin

I awake to pain's embrace The cold and rain upon my face Beg on corners, trade my pride Lie for cash, where shadows hide Brownish powder, syringe and vein. Tighten grip, a dance of pain a silent sting, a desperate plea I hate the hit, that sets me free. Leave the world, my endless struggles drift to dreamland, leave my troubles the warm embrace my friend so true golden beaches, sky’s so blue, my happy place, I soar, I fly where troubles fade, and worries die. Again I wake to pain's embrace the cold and rain upon my face my dawn arrives, so cold and stark

pain returns, to make its mark Back to corners, beg to score. A cycle that repeats once more in darkened alleys where I hide my only way to stay alive.

Down the lanes of modern dreams, where neon lights converge, Where shadows dance, a concrete stage, where secrets don’t emerge, A place forgotten, seldom seen, a world of grit no grace, Inhabited by souls unseen, on streets a nameless space. No fame, no fortune, nor acclaim, no polished marble halls, Just cobblestones and broken dreams, where desperation calls, The buildings slump with faded paint, and memories wearing thin, As silent whispers fill the air, where life's been lost to sin. Here, where dreams have come to die, and hopes have lost their wings, Where faces etched with sorrow speak of countless unseen things, In the forgotten corners, where the lost and lonesome meet, There lies a hidden symphony on streets that none will greet. No grand facade of grandeur here, no splendour to behold, and every crack and every scar tells stories left untold. Downtrodden souls that pass you by, with sadness in their eyes, Have learned to dance to melodies of silent, sombre sighs. Beneath the glow of flickering lights, in alleys dark they creep, A jigsaw puzzle, mismatched lives, In shades of dusk and sleep, Where misfits find their company, amidst the urban sprawl, And bittersweet, forgotten hearts embrace their endless fall. The cobalt sky above it all, indifferent to their plight, Reflects the tears, their hidden fears that haunt the dreary night, And in this urban tapestry, on streets with no grand name, A symphony of broken souls conducts its mournful claim. The pain and hurt for all to see. But for the grace of god goes thee

But for the grace of God

A crazy mad amusement park, a ride of thrills, a vibrant spark. Up and down, we do the rounds, vivid Colours noisy sounds. Minds may slip, and make it real, get on board and ride the wheel. But take a breath then hit the brake, slow the motion wide awake.

It’s just a Ride

Take a moment from the show, and question things you think you know.

Don't be afraid, It's just a ride, a journey but without a guide.

A stage a play with unknown actors villains heros and detractors. Where nothing that you see is certain hidden by the fire curtain. Clinging on, convinced it's true, we laugh and cry and argue, too. But listen as the truth rings clear, It's just a ride, nothing to fear. Into the sky then to the floor, and round and round and round some more. The circle that is never ending, Visions blending and mind-bending.

A funfair ride where we reside a trip inside your minds outside. Where the lies and truth all blend before we know - it all will end.

A trip above into the skies Where colours swirl before your eyes A journey through a rainbow haze, a never ever ending maze.

A world Unknown

The room begins to melt away, and visions form in disarray, the walls become a living dream, With sounds that twist and turn then scream. The patterns on the carpet swirl, thoughts and feelings start to twirl And time becomes a fickle friend, your mind begins to bend and blend. Colours pulse and throb with light, As music fills the endless night, The senses now no longer blind, In this adjusted state of mind. your thoughts becomes a canvas white, On which the universe takes flight, And all that was once known before, a beacon light and so much more.

The world beyond the eyes is vast, As ego fades away at last journey to the vast unknown, Into a land that now you own. Let your mind climb free and high, And let your spirit dance and fly, For in this world of endless space, No limit to the mind's embrace.

Long ago in a mystical land, the elves gathered taking a stand.

The world was in mono no colours of autumn, they decided to paint it from top to the bottom.

It was dawn and the sun was arising, a grey world yet somewhat surprising. The elves from the bushes all took out their brushes and started to paint the horizon. With brushes in hand and colours so bright they painted the mountains, the oceans, just right. The forests were green and the sky now bright blue, and the flowers they painted in every hue. They painted the sunrise, oh what a sight and the lights in the north that were shining so bright. They painted the animals big and the small, and even the insects they painted them all. They painted a cloud that was blacker than night, they painted a rainbow then oh what a fright. They did something special and truly quite frightening, went up to the cloud and then painted the lightening. They painted the world in so many shades, they painted the grass - all of the blades. They painted until their hands were so sore, and when they had finished there was nothing more. And now we all live in a world that’s so quaint, all thanks to the elves and their magical paint. Each night the paint fades and it turns back to mono, but the elves paint again in the morning tomorrow.

The colour people

“Go on!” they cried, “alright” he said “it seems I just have time” and from the book upon his palm he read another rhyme. “This book upon my palm is packed with poems from the sky, and though I rarely tell the truth you’ll rarely hear a lie!” His bony fingers found a page, he creased it rather neatly, then tore it out and screwed it up then wiped his nose discreetly. The page he then unfolded and the paper seemed to glow, he then began reciting and tomorrow will be last” “The day before tomorrow neatly followed yesterday” “And yesterday would still be here but found he couldn’t stay” “Last week can be just a day away I tell the truth my friends” “Today’s the only time we know and 12 O’Clock it ends!” “And then another day begins It’s called today once more” “You’ll stand around and let it pass just like you’ve done before!” “Two days before tomorrow was a time called yesterday” “And neatly packed betwixt them both is where we are today” “ENOUGH!” He yelled and closed his book “Go on! Go on!” They cried “I said no more – no more I said” “You said you rarely lied” “I said I rarely tell the truth – indeed I barely do” “I fairly said I speak them both – I said it squarely too!” “I merely meant I never nearly always stick to both!” “But even this I wouldn’t swear On both I’ll take an oath” as he wavered too and fro. “Before today was yesterday and yesterday has passed” “Today is still beside us

The Clown and the Rhyme (act 1)

The crowd looked on then followed on two steps behind the clown “Please read more rhymes to feed our minds” he turned and gave a frown “I have no more” – a lie for sure or just another scam His eyes looked down toward the ground then once again began “You’ll never hear me tell a lie and truths are not my thing” “I always walk the line between the best of both I bring!” His fingers flicked the page again and quickly found his place he read – then stopped and looked about a smile crept on his face “Yesterday – we called today tomorrow ‘fore it came and when it finally got here, then we changed the name again!” “Last week had seven yesterdays and all were called today and all were called tomorrow ‘fore we called it all a day!” “Last month was once a fortnight hence last week was just the same” “Next year was once a decade off and will be soon again!” “You see, to me – you must agree a week a month a year

The Clown and the Rhyme (act 2)

is just today – and every day I hope I’ve made it clear!” “So please be wise – don’t criticize hold on – no time to wait. Just seize today and every day

before it is too late!” A pause – “Go on” – “Goodnight” he said

“this clown has spent his time” And off he went to contemplate another silly rhyme.

another tale of nonsense - sence another silly rhyme where once agin we meet our friend somewhere in space and time he’s reading from a book he wrote called poems from the sky to you and all the word a fool but not a fool to I

Karma

he tells of tails of karma a truly ghostlike force waiting in the shadows it acts with no remorse

unseen it’s all around us yet watching every deed the good the bad, no prejudice a payback guaranteed so just think hard before you act be careful who you hurt the wheel of life is turning so please stay well alert a simple rule - remember when things are up or down the circles never ending what goes always comes round the moral is quite simple here good deeds beget good deeds bad is bad we know the deal karma always succeeds.

Driven

driven by the demon. not the demon of the night a demon. deep within my head a demon out of sight a demon. who insists he's good and one who's never wrong his methods very is clever and is allies very strong driven by the demon who is blind and does not see that the demon. who is driving is the demon. who is me!

The simple word is super And not to hard to hide, It tells upfront of who we are And what dictates our drive. A super dooper service A team that’s super swift, A super team of supermen We’re sure you’ve got the drift. Super fast Superior So quick were super sonic, Super cool yet super hot Whatever brief were on it. Super human heavyweights With super high tech vision, Super powers all around No need for supervision. Super car performance We’re supercharged indeed, The super glue of marketing We know that’s what you need. The magic word is all you need It’s aimed at you to call us, Supercalifragilistic - Expialidocious!

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Hero

A hero born of pain and strife, justice, and a force of life, Protector of the weak and poor, A savior, with heart so pure.

hidden shadows in the night, vengeance, sought with all his might, a blackened heart where fire still burns, His need for justice, never turns. His parents' death, a scar so deep, A wound that never lets him sleep, a battered sole a mind so sharp, Seeks revenge, now, in the dark. His enemies falling, one by one, As his rage, can never be undone, a desperate need for retribution, justice is the one solution. cold, calculated, heart of stone, Roams the city, all alone, A vigilante, feared by all, A moral compass gone awol. Revenge may be a bitter pill, But justice is our hero's will, And in the end, we’ll se him rise, A hero, with no compromise.

A pair of worn out tennis shoes so many sets they’ve played, they’ve lost too many games to love now worn out im afraid. They’ve played their part, in many wins. Victories on the court. Bouncing on the baseline yes, sometimes falling short. The laces now a tangled mess. The soles are worn right trough. The canvas full of holes, you’ll see, the eyelets all askew But yet they still show character. just take a closer look. There could be some potential with, a following wind and luck So don't discard them - not so quick! They’re quirky, yes I know, hang them from a silver pin and put them up on show Then watch as people look and ask, and wonder why they’re there. Just tell them it's a tennis thing and let them stand and stare. It’s just a pair of worn out pumps there, hanging in the air, to me they’re art and priceless and they’re really very rare.

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In the mystical land that I call BingleyBoo, Where the trees are all purple I tell you it's true! Where the clouds are all made up of white linen sheets and the flowers all glow as they line all the streets The sun shines so bright in ten shades of blue, And the moons a baloon, with a luminous hue The stars dance around it in merry delight, And the grass sings a melody

Bingley Boo

all through the night. The mountains all look just like huge jelly beans, And nothing you see there is just what it seems. The unicorns fly with the pigs in the sky, to the sheer delight

of all who pass by In this magical land that I call BingleyBoo

where the sun shines all night and the sea’s made of glue as I lie in my bed simply counting the sheep it's a place where I go to to play in my sleep

A beauty from the rising sun Eyes like jewels, second to none Porcelain skin and raven hair my China girl, beyond compare Oh, China girl, you stole my heart Beauty shines in every part Grace and style, you stand apart My China girl, a work of art Style and grace a smiling face Laughter lighting up the place A voice just like a summer breeze Whispers gently, like the trees Oh, China girl, you stole my heart Beauty shines in every part Grace and style, you stand apart My China girl, a work of art In your world, I find my peace It takes me where my troubles cease I found the calm inside the storm Salvation, and a brand new dawn Oh, China girl, you stole my heart Beauty shines in every part Grace and style, you stand apart My China girl, a work of art My China girl, so divine A work of art, beyond design I bow to her, beyond supreme In awe, my gorgeous China dream.

China Girl

A brace of dice, he whistled twice now let the games begin. At every turn your time will burn and every throw I’ll win. With eyes like ice, she whistles thrice reflecting in the moon. A double stays with the maze the change will strike you soon. A six and then another, it’s time to make the play.

Ignoring all the danger with no time to delay Defensive not offensive she stands aside the king. Protecting yet expecting the perils that may bring. Perfection an ideal match to win they bend the rules. Creating an illusion to fool the many fools.

A Brace of dice

Three paces up and one across then creeping by the guards. The deck is stacked - the board is packed but he holds all the cards. A passage to the wonderland the rabbit hole is near. Take the tumble, down they go ignoring all they fear. they find the place - a vivid space there’s a rainbow in the road.

Glitter diamonds sparkle the perfect new abode.

A brace of dice he whistles twice stage one first step clean slate a game begun - and never won just destiny and fate.

A realm of digital streams is where we all reside, Within a simulation, where all our worlds collide, Lines of code aligned in fusion your confusion an illusion an oblivious delusion

with no outside intrusion a programmed population each one of them believes a simulated world of lies where noone ever leaves A walk through countless scripted scenes a dream within your dreams

Simulation

a never ever ending pantomime and who knows what it means A non existent chaos realm, where time and space are lines, a Construct of illusions, with binary designs, hidden in the tapestry so easy to dismiss blinded by a mental state ignorance, perfect bliss however hard you try there’s no way you can cheat no escape, no secret door no alt control delete

Drawing a Blank

A Blank piece of paper, lying there bare no ink or no pencil marks nothing is there A virgin so pure and awaiting a dream your thoughts and ideas or something extreme A blank piece of paper where nothing exists but a pen or a pencil can make magical lists transforming your thoughts making dreams become real from the void it emerges as we see it reveal A blank piece of paper a canvas so wide an empty expanse for your dreams to reside where ideas and thoughts bear the fruit of your mind where the stars in your head become neatly aligned A blank piece of paper so pure and sublime as the stroke of your quill draws a magical line Thoughts and ideas flow crisp and so even becoming a plan for us all to believe in A blank piece of paper till you start to create ideas and fantasies up for debate empty and bare till you started to scribe revealing your feelings from deep down inside So next when you see someone sitting and staring with a blank piece of paper looking somewhat despairing it could be the start of a brilliant scheme from a blank piece of paper a pen and a dream

Crazy

Insanity, the twisted mind A madness that he can't unwind The darkness now, that takes it’s toll A craziness he can’t control The voices that he can't ignore The demons crawling from the floor The vision that he can't explain Delusions driving him insane The fear that grips him in its hold The paranoia can't be told Anxiety eating gnaws away Today and every other day

Smelly cheese, oh what a treat A pungent scent that can't be beat Its odour wafting through the air lasting lingering, rich and rare

Cheesey

Turned up noses to the sky And pass it by without a try

But those who dare to take a bite amazing taste of sheer delight

Smelly cheese, it's not for all But those who love it, have a ball savour every stinky bite And revel in its cheesy might Never judge it by the smell take a taste, and then you’ll tell Smelly cheese, it's quite the treat A flavour that just can't be beat!

In a place where secrets fossilize there walks a girl with x-ray eyes. She gazes deep, through my disguise, reveals the truth behind the lies. Through windows to my soul, they peer, unmask the fears, and seeing clear. The battles that I fight within, There’s no escape I’m cornered in Glancing touching deep inside, a place where all my truths reside. her X-ray gaze, amazing vision Interrogates my imprecision Looking deep behind the mask, with each and every single task. In her midst, my soul revealing, deepest thoughts and inner feeling. The special one with x-ray eyes, visions clearly crystalize. A passage through an open book, she sees it all with just one look.

X-Ray Eyes

a bunch of original poetry by A.S. Billington