People

Brit Calling Tony - Come In Tony


Can somebody please stick Tony in a safe place?
Somewhere cushioned, somewhere quiet
Where neither terrorists nor tobacco smoke
Can get to him.
Somewhere with his God close by
Where he doesn't have to worry about
unidentified, spliff-toking terrorists
cutting the heads off his roses
'Cos that man's sooooooo scared
He's scaring me
That man's soooooooo scared
He's stealing my liberty
That man''s soooooooo mad
He's killing me



Endymion

The Green Man

Soon it will be spring
I sense that today
Tomorrow may be different
But today a veil of winter has been lifted
Life pushes towards the sun
The first strains to hear
Of the Green Man's laughter

Man On A Beach


I walked out into the sea
Black night
Distant shore lights
Lapping at me
I turned my back
On my desire
And floated out
Away from humanity
From the survivors
Of worldwide insanity
Until there was only serenity
And the stars above,
As I let the current send me
On a natural, weightless journey
Watching the north star
As I drifted towards a new horizon
Where the sun would rise
On a peaceful day

I woke up with a fellow crouched over me
He was drunk as a lord and could hardly see
Stretching out a nicotine hand
To brush away sand
"You alive?" He asked,
Then staggered away

The sun was coming up
Crimson and brave

A whole new day






Endymion 2006

In between dealing with my own ****, I've been trying to think of other people around me, the state of the world, those who have sacrificed to try and end suffering. I knew a man who took part in the liberation of a death camp in Germany at the tail end of the second world war. When I met him, he was a retired doctor, who liked a drink. He said once that there wasn't enough done to remind people of the evil of the Nazis. The scourge of fascism.

This is for him.



The Trend

Think of our Grandfathers
Who stood up as one
Under a rising swastika sun
Swapping their work hats for bayonet guns
Smoking their woodbines
And saving up sweets
To give as treats
To the kids on the bombed out streets

Think of our Grandfathers
Who each overnight
Put down his book and took up the fight
Marching to war against the next Reich
Actuality
Men of their times
United minds
Fighting for peace of mind

Think of our Grandfathers
The tears that they shed
Lost in a dream of pulling the dead
From darkest depths of cattle-truck beds
Men deeply in love
With their simple lives
Traumatised
By having their youth cast aside

Think of our Grandfathers
Who witnessed the shame
Of racists playing genocide games
They said it must never happen again
Men ready to die
To champion the grief
Beat back the thief
And the Nazi greed that lay beneath

Think of our Grandfathers
As they thought of us
And a world one day politically just
In a future free of cremation dust
As they fought to end
The Nazis
The Gestapo
The Death Camps
The trend


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finished the above tonight 02:32 15th May 2006
(stuck it over an old post)

I'm gona be writing about other people here again. All sorts of people.
Good or bad. It's all material.

Endy

Two Women
Out Shopping In London


Why are you veiled?
When you hold up the pomegranate
To your covered face
And close your eyes
I am aware of your hidden smile
Your delicate hand
Placing the fruit in a basket
As you move on

Why are you masked?
Trotting past me on high heels
Breasts bulging
Thighs straining
Under an arse-shaped skirt
You talk on your mobile
As you leave the isle
Choked with synthetic perfume

Later I notice you
Passing each other
And I see
You cannot see each other
For each
The other does not exist
Two women
Out shopping in London




Endymion 2006

Endymion, I marvel at your skill to break down and examine various types of people. Very well done on the entire thread.

thanks CrazyD
I can't spell for **** however - it should be aisle not isle
(smacks forehead)

Hitman J on the rap thread got this one out of me. I decided to also put it here because i think its got 'character'

Reply To Rapper


I tell you man, I aint no rapper
Got a bottle in m' hand and m' head down the crapper
My cross been broken by the party kidnapper
I'm a hashish hacker
Only spit out gum
And fold it in its silver wrapper

For you man, I aint got no fight
My battle be pitched here every night
Temazepam or just get tight?
I see no light
Only crazy politicians marching further to the right

I tell you man, I aint no rapper
Just make up rhymes for the nerdy phone-tapper
But does it matter?
Cos when I'm bored I count peas on a platter
One for every dream my government's shattered
My brain's been splattered
And I'd stop to clean it up if I thought that it mattered


Endymion 2006

Your **** really is dope.


(I read your sig)

Yo Crazy

Enough dope for one night


Time for me to kip off.

Love and Laughter


You were tired that night
Resting your head on my shoulder
Swaying on your pretty feet
To a hip driven rhythm
So sweet
You arched your slender back
And supported by my arms
Laughed and swung your hair
And kissed the upside down faces
Of the dancing crowd
Then returned to rest
Your golden head against me
My laughing lady

You were wired that night
Snorting lines of coke
You teased and cajoled
Looking for another man's heart
To mould
While I wore your love on my shoulder
And tried to protect you
From your sorrow
But you slid away
Out of my arms and into another's bed
You laughed and said
"The world's gone crazy"
My laughing lady




Endymion 2006

A few poems for the festival season.




Girl in Camden


I saw you
Browsing peacefully
In the sunny market place
Saw you laugh
With a friend passing by
Saw the way
Your hair fell
Across your kissable cheek
As you smiled
Into the eyes of some guy
I saw the breeze caress
Your naked arms
Saw you turn and look my way
Momentary recognition
Which faded slowly away


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Festival Lullaby

Sleep deep in the long grass tonight
Sleep on the life-giving land
Fall into my arms as you dream tonight
As you sleep I shall remain
Watching the night for the first signs of dawn
Guarding the friend by my side
You can sleep until you wake refreshed
And until then
I'll abide


Sleep deep in the glow of the dying fire
Sleep under a clear night sky
Fall into my arms as you dream tonight
As you sleep I shall sit by
I'll watch for the sun and the early bird
I'll whisper you a song
As you sleep on your island of yesterday
And wake to find me gone


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Song of the Street

Under yellow lights
Graffiti subways at night
Ghostly concrete
Swinging left and right
Victorian pavements
Where boys carry blades
Through cancerous crowds
Down alleyways
We hold tight, brother
Even as the ground slides
From under our gaze
We're rooting for each other
In the songs we've claimed

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Endymion 2006

Coming back to the people thread after such a long break
is pretty weird (hadn't realised how much I've been missing CrazyDiamond)
Anyway, I wrote this today - it belongs here.



The Dream

Sitting in the quiet end of day
Trying to lay aside my fears
Only one more night away
The moment nears
Soon I shall see her face again
Be warmed by her shy smile
She'll steal another look my way
I'll clasp her hand a while
Her father will be courteous
Perhaps he'll read my mind
Her grandmother will laugh at us
But her dark eyes will be kind
It will only be for a moment
That meeting at the door
But I'll keep it here inside my head
The dream that comes before



Endymion 2006

When I was eighteen I worked for several months as a barman in a pub in South London. Here are some of the regulars I served (and talked to) back then.

The Cryptic Man
*************


He sat at the end of the bar every day
A fragile man with a clever brain
Looking old for his years
Sipping whiskey between cigarettes
Filling in the cryptic in the Telegraph
While the business suits around him
Pretended to understand the questions
And he took the piss out of them
Without them even realising it
Sometimes he got mean and maudlin
Cutting to the bone with his insight
But he always asked how I was doing
And if I'd met the right girl yet
And sometimes he brought me a drink
Or told me a joke
"What you gona do next?"
He asked me one day
Somehow sensing
That I was finished there
When I told him
He threw back his head and laughed



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Good, good.

The Stripper (part one)


"Hi, I'm the stripper"
She said
Putting down her coat and bag
And reaching across the bar
To shake my hand
"Amanda"
"Pleased t'meetcha"
Her nails were long and blood red
"What's your drink?" I asked her
"Double Gin and Tonic -no ice or lemon"
"Got it"
While my back was turned
She crossed to the boss
To talk about a new cafe opening up in the street
"They've got a licence to sell booze..."
She confirmed
Ray looked touched by her concern
"Yeah? But they ain't got you, 'ave they darling"
He said
Giving her a hug
"Some fuc king chance," she laughed
"See me getting me kit off for them pensioners?"
I looked around the bar
And didn't like to point out
Half the men waiting for the lunchtime show
Were no longer in their prime
I placed her drink in front of her
"Thanks sweetie." She said
Then "You like to dance?"
She didn't wait for an answer
But picked up her glass
And went off to 'Get ready'
Her big blonde hair bouncing
As she walked away
Swinging her arse
Ray watched me
Watch her
"She's what the condom was invented for"
He said
Then went back to his racing paper




Endymion 2006





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Thanks Edgar by the way - The Cryptic Man is the first poem I've written that I can honestly say I 'like' - because it says what I wanted to say
(not that I expect anyobe else to know what that is - not sure I could explain, anyway)

The Stripper might sound horribly sexist - but that's what my boss (and many of the blokes I was working around) happened to be.
I'll write more about Ray and Amanda (changed names) later, hopefully.

They're all great.......by the way, are you planning to write professionally?
And what inspires you to write about people?

LEENA

Ahhhh ****.....

I'd need a couple of hours and a few drinks before i could answer that - but thanks for looking at this.

Good luck with your own

Peace,
Endy

wow! you are a mint character writer, i especially like the 1st one african woman, the second and the cryptic man, i love how you describe him, you have brilliant imagary and rythm in your work