Lee Stacey - Musician / Geek / Thinker
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A Christmas Poem

Guess I've been naughty, not nice this year

That bloke with the beard failed to appear
I hoped for the best and hung up my stocking
Woke up this morning, it's empty how shocking
We're finally here, Christmas day
Thankfully soon it'll be out of the way
It's almost time to lift my beer
Toast to the end of another shit year

Merry Christmas to one and all!

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Fairies In Your Hairies

Can't you see 'em?
They're in your hair


You dare not brush
They'll go everywhere

Pick them out
One by one

Put them in a box
Out of the sun

When it's night time
Open the box

Fashion them a ladder
Out of socks

They'll climb the ladder
To get nice and high

Then round your room
The fairies will fly

The original DailyBooth page:
http://dailybooth.com/itsthejenrar/1662708

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Me For A Day

Wild accusations, the death of a friend

Enough to drive a bloke round the bend
A broken marriage and jobless as well
But I still wear the mask so no one can tell
How would you like to be me for a day?
To open your eyes and see nothing but grey
No wonder I struggle to get out of bed
Good job I have to, there's cats to be fed

Thank God for family, thank God for friends
The real ones I mean, not he who pretends
Beware the pretender, await his attack
You won't know a thing 'til the knife's in your back
Of course by then it's already too late
They've made up their mind, you're on your own mate
The question I ask is "where to from here?"
Continue the fight or just disappear?

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My Mate The Poet

Now that you've left us, what will I do?
The world lost something great when it let go of you
I'll miss your lop sided political rants
About legalising stuff from strange smelling plants
Not unlike me you were a bit of a state
But no matter what happened always a mate
I could dwell on thinking I could have done more
Because that's my job, that's what mates are for
You wouldn't have that it's just not your style
"I do what I want" you'd say with a smile
That's what you do and you've done all along
But this time my friend I think you were wrong
I can't turn back time and I can't bring you back
If I could I'd be the first one to give you a smack
For now I'll say "seeya" and raise my glass
But when we meet up there I'm kicking your arse!

Goodbye Chespoet.  We love you and miss you.

Catch you on the flipside, dude!

Chesney's Blog where his words live on:
http://chespoet.posterous.com

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Fish Slap

I've just been slapped with a fish
It's more than I ever could wish
I love a bit of mackerel or plaice
Especially when slapped round my face
You'll hear me let out a girly shriek
When I feel those scales against my cheek
It isn't pain, anger or fright
It's a shriek of joy and sheer delight

Mullet, salmon, whiting or trout
I don't care just give me a clout
Sea fish or coarse fish, really whatever
Or even a combo with both together
I'm always a very happy chap
Provided you give me a decent slap
Follow these words bang on to the letter
But remember with fish slaps...

The wetter, the better

That be a little poem by me.  :)

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Stick Of Indifference

First you ensnare me with your beauty, then you torment me... Giving me the tiniest piece of what I want only to snatch it away and poke me with a great big stick of indifference. 

If you set me free, I shall be limping and broken for eternity. Can you not find the compassion in your heart to open the trap and make me your own?


(Just found this again but I wrote it a while ago.  It's kinda prose, I suppose...  Who knows?)

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3 Short Form Poems (My New Style)

Spider

There's a spider in the kitchen,
it's really got me itching.
I could squash it flat or feed it to the cat,
Or I could just sit here bitching. 

Teardrops

My soul melts for you
My arms ache for you
Time stops for you

Just let me through
What can I do?
Teardrops for you.

Rambling Irrelevance

You always speak with intelligence and eloquence
You have a kind of elegance with your rambling irrelevance

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I Try

I sit here naked, cigarette in hand

Dreams of forming the perfect band
Think about writing the perfect song
Wondering exactly where I went wrong
Bipolar emotions have become a friend
Will they still be there when it comes to an end?
My heart isn't stone, I can hear it cry
I try to do well, I try, I really try

The second hand labours, dot to dot
Watching the hourglass, I sit and rot
Electronic comfort keeping me sane
My digital filter for analogue pain
I could have everything or anything I desire
Instead I fester at the end of a wire
Is this it for me until I eventually die?
I try to do well, I try, I really try

I stare at this screen for a glimmer of hope
Maybe it will give me just enough rope
Perhaps I should go outside for a bit
I've heard that out there it's slightly less shit
The fresh air and sun could be good for my mind
But with hurt tinted specs I'm as good as blind
Occasional hope but I'm wondering why
I try to do well, I try, I really try

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