The Japper Napper E-Book

Darren Hobson

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

This is the world we live in full of lies and conspiracies, nothing is what it seems, after reading papering over the cracks the reader can now see through the thin badly manufactured wallpaper that covers over the real truth. The story did not end there because if the reader decides to join in and demand the truth to be shown, the worlds governments would not be pleased, your words would be censored, your posts on your social media deleted and then if you insist on raising you voice and raising your fist, then it would be time to meet The Japper Napper! This book continues with the themes of the poet Darren Hobson, who asks the questions and insists the reader should be aware of what is really happening in this world, it is time for all of us to demand the truth only that way we can stand together united and face and defeat The Japper Napper.

Leseprobe

Darren Hobson

The Japper Napper

This ebook is dedicated as always to my very own Japper Napper!BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

New Wave.

Just after I have papered over the cracks,

It was time for something new,

I had wiped the slate clean once again,

It was time for a new wave of words,

With my stance with the world,

Just a little tight and obscure,

I tried everything on,

Now I am distant and unsure,

As the new waves lap at my feet,

As I stand on a shore of sand,

I look ahead into the hazy distance,

I try to work and try to understand,

With so many words caressing me.

I have ways of weaving words,

But getting the right mix of verbs and tricks,

Not every reader can understand,

As circles are drawn in the sand,

So whose side are you on?

Do you draw the line at the final furlong?

Just like me do you wish to carry on?

Just like Babs did all these years,

Her English humour a blessing,

With a few rude innuendos here and there,

The whole kingdom watched her undressing.

Can you read between the lines?

Do you study in depth what you read?

My poetry is not really one dimensional,

There are hidden details crafted carefully,

Here comes a new paragraph,

Here comes a new phrase,

Here comes another poem,

To tease you in different ways,

I have poems to make you hunger for food,

I have poems to make you cry for justice,

I have poems that will make you love yourself,

All written with truth and earnest.

New waves come like seasons,

Some will be better than others,

Some will fly you like a kite,

Some will bury your hopes alive,

No use in crying over spilt milk,

Just complete the circle and start again,

Let bygones be bygones,

No use in unnecessary pain,

Bye, Bye Winter Blues.

I was feeling blue,

In the deepest drawer of winter,

Feeling closed in the closet,

Of the loneliest month,

I don’t like the heat of summer,

The sweating of armpits,

The biting of the bugs in your bed,

The crusty scabs on your head,

I like the dark but not so much the cold,

The drizzle on a work day morning,

You know it’s going to be a long day,

You know your life is boring,

Standing tall at the end of April,

You can feel the season change,

Wishing and hoping for warmth,

To scream, bye, bye winter blues.

As you study the internet,

Watching the weather channels,

On seasonal temperatures, ice cold slant,

Wearing winter clothing in May,

Desperately wanting some warmth,

Dying to walk around outside,

Fed up of watching the rain tapping the window,

You want to go for a long ride,

Far away from here,

Away from the grey sky,

Away from the cruel cold,

The wind blows dirt into your eye,

Wanting and yearning,

To say bye, bye winter blues.

Just as you thought it was here,

You felt the temperature rise,

But another storm front slides in,

Blowing away your dreams,

Torrential rain,

Strikes again,

One hour downpour,

Devastating crops,

I want to scream,

Bye, bye winter blues.

I want to wear Bermuda shorts,

And scare people with my over white,

Ugly and scarred legs,

I want to see,

The worst kind of woman,

Bursting out of the too small bikini,

That she was dying to wear,

Forever,

Bye, bye winter blues.

You took your time to come,

But I’m glad that you’re here,

So I can sip on my beer,

In the piazza,

And relax there.

But you are not here,

You have become out of season,

Another kind of wind blows in,

For whatever reason,

Coats in June,

No sun tan in sight,

Another downpour,

Another early night.

Summer excursions,

Put on hold,

Waiting for us all,

To get so old,

Summer time, good times,

Where are you?

I went to an outdoor rock festival,

Found only mud,

Anoraks and brollies,

Knee deep in shit,

Looking a total wally,

Raining on a Saturday,

Raining on my day off,

Sat at home counting seeds,

Wanting to sing loudly,

Bye, bye winter blues!