Within My Skin
The only housing worth worrying about
Is the skin that protects my bones
As it houses all I have in life
From all outsides undertones
And inside my head there’s a brain
To guide me through the day
To tell me all that I should do
And help me safely along my way
And deep within the motor room
Pumping my lifeline from the start
It’s something I can’t do without
The constant beating of my heart
And my cooling system is my lungs
Where flows the air I breathe
If they don’t work then I’m in a fix
As they draw in the air I need
My eyes work in unison with my brain
To image the things that I see
And guide me safely along my way
Showing me just where I should be
And my mouth is just a microphone
That emits the words in my head
And my ears they listen to the sounds
Enabling answers to things that’s said
And my fuel is food that I eat each day
That builds up neutrons of a sort
A power to run my engine on
Without it my life would abort
And the cleansing within my holding tank
Will break down food and get rid of waste
Of solids and of a watery kind
Removing it without much haste
And my legs will take me where I want
And my arms to me do the most
They help me celebrate all I got
By rising my glass for this toast !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Happy New Year to all on FRG and to all who visit the site.
Best Wishes
Tony
A Future Script 12th January 2015 by/Tony Gorman
Freedom of speech be it oral or pen
Has been a law instigated since the creation of men
And those who oppose must have something to hide
Afraid of exposure on their slippery slide
For the power of the pen will defeat in the end
Be it written in scripts, or in emails we send
As united we stand and divided we fall
But the truth will be written to champion our call
And those that reply by their terrorists threats
The pen will prevail by the teaching it sets
As the voice of all prophets is written in scripts
And to love one another was a verse from their lips
And anarchist’s using the Bibles to fight
Should read in its lines that war isn’t right
And to kill and to maim is a passage to hell
For to hurt one another is a thought to dispel
And the use of the pen should dispose of the gun
And reading some writings can be serious or fun
And objections can be written right there and then
This will show the true purpose and the power of the pen
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In the wake of last week’s horrendous happenings in France I felt compelled to write this poem.
Hi Tony,
I really enjoyed reading Within My Skin, it reminds me of what my body should be like.
Still even when bits fall off each year I am still able to laugh and enjoy each day.
A Future Script, It was a very sad day.
Big Bang or What? 20th January 2015 by/Tony Gorman
Evolution of the earth is a mystery to retain
The scientists will be adamant of their big bang theory claim
Religions try to argue that their scriptures have it right
While science D&A brings new evidence to light
There are contradictions everywhere be it written in the scripts
Or checked out in a laboratory from old particles or relic bits
And archaeologists who dig and find artefacts from the past
Are brought into some arguments to help some theories last
And questions will be raised can our future be foretold
In science or in scriptures will the truth of life unfold?
And the writings of Nostradamus and the forecast that he made
In old he’d be sorcerer conjuring up tricks of his trade
But who should we believe as we go from day to day
Should we believe the scriptures and carry out the things they say
Or believe the scientific evidence of how the world evolved
Or believe that God had made the world, will our queries be resolved?
We started off our life as a teeny- weeny seed
And we get to where were going by a wonderful act and deed
This happens by the body’s blast-off with no thoughts of evolution
And another baby that will be born to ponder the solution
Whatever is the answer I suppose in time we’ll know?
When we float off this mortal coil and our wings they start to show
Then we’ll believe in angels and we’ll fly around all day
And no more we’ll have to worry of what the scripts or boffins say
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I sat and listened to two men sitting near me in a café arguing about how the world came about and thought does it matter.
But it does as it inspired me to write this poem and that can’t be bad.