Yellowing Out

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Yellowing out as September moves us on

Bottoming out as October hauls us in

Parachuting with hope calling on;

Charged to heal scars deep within

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You are not the Street Level Superstar

Your life travelled further than his

You hold an angel most acceptable

Unsure of what is true 

or what is tenable. 

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Yellowing out as Dec calls forth

Bottoming out with Jan's cool breath

Parachuting away from the constant screens

Charged to forget 

those hurtful screams

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  You are a Tricky True Superstar

You moved far far from the giles

Never-owned the home; nor repaired the tiles

Sustained only with 

Words from Afar... 

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King James & his Heaven

My heaven, I saw you walking in the distance.

With hair slicked; with movement free.

Like a panther on hot dogless streets.

Like the cats that we once crept to meet 

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Yes, I saw him and I was proud.

My heart sprang with joy; Alerting me;

Telling me that if I should die tomorrow: 

I will feel no sorrow

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Earlier I rowed with a goddess,

Livestreamed on a jampacked line.

About umbrellas strewn around an umbrella stand.

About loves blankets made up all offhand  

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I am a receptacle in need of redemption.

I am an immigrant teaching foreigners, 

In Houses of Literature, Economics, Politics,

 Culture, Law, All...

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Mine home is the House of All!

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All are welcome in this large marquee!

All gain credit and obtain it from me!

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I called for help to Peter 

who played a fine tune of pessimism,

took me round to James's house 

where I heard his tales of wisdom:

(And common shame).

Their effects were to conjure up rain,

Cleanse and then soothe 

the Transcendent Pain

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But I will halt all impropriety,

Withhold my tongue; contain its poison.

Quench its fire while striving on  

Gunning for victory; 

and reach Avalon.

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She turns me to Treacy

She turns me to Treacy 

My legs wobble but my mind affirms 

A desire for her smile 

Dancing on my costly imprisonment

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She turns me to Treacle 

Knowing that I am in chains

Knowing that I cannot move

Knowing our body is mortgaged 

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No drink with K

No idea what he is doing

No truck with T 

Why would I consider him? 

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She turns me to Treacy 

My legs wobble but my mind affirms

A desire for her smile

Dancing on a costly imprisonment 

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She turns me to Treacle

Knowing that I am in chains

Knowing that I cannot move

Knowing the body is mortgaged

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Drink until I am hammered 

Drink so I am sated

Drink every drop of nectar 

So why wouldn't I consider her?

Hope is more than tobacco

 Hope is more than tobacco

I’ve got a woman 

And they fulfilled my dreams

Gave me love and trouble

In equal means

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Hope rises wherever I go

in this capital place,

It's not just the tobacco

It’s their never ending face

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Soft white pompoms dangle

round their business suit neck

Notetaking & munching

turning me into a 

train wreck

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Su served my order, oblivious

to changes on the menu

“C setto unavailable” says another

And neither am I

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Unavailable for Pompom 

Unavailable for Su

For 

I've got a woman and 

in equal means:

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They gave me love and trouble

and fulfilled my dreams

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I’ve got a woman who I love

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Irish landlord

Since we handed over the keys to an Irish landlord

the mood has been lightened;

Kennedy changed the gears,

introduced Dublin-made-parts

And all parts tightened.

All seemed right with our earnest Irish landlord

But suddenly the screws were loose

and Sean made the House rough

Old Marquis wouldn't recognise the place

if he watches from his distant caboose

Looking upwards thanks to our trusty landlord

The league's too small for our Dublin Framework

Duffy and Erhahon primed and ready

& the bank will soon look palatial:

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This Anglo-Irish agreement will surely work

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