RIVER STREET RANTERS
THE BOOK
Number 1
These Poems are my contribution.
Other Poets were Terry and Tim.
Terry can be found on :-
http://www.btinternet.com/~themagiccat/poetry/poetry.html
Poems by Adrian Cull.
The Lady Had A Bird.
The lady had a bird that flew
When she cackled like a whore
When she cursed all those with fear
The bird was seen no more,
But that bird was seen
One bright and whispful day
When she talked in whispers
And didnt frighten it away.
Fields.
Oh the beauty of the Field
So open and unattached
From those Man made ideals.
Oh Mother Earth with her wonders
Cultivated by cunning Man
Put into logical grace
For our own needs.
Those random plants disregarded,
As the Garden of Eden
Is disregarded for logical grace.
To but fly,
And let her take you under her wings
And live in that Garden.
But no we are but mortal things
Graced by both sides of the coin
And for our food we need
The beauty of the Field.
..
Hands.
(Written as a compliment to Terry Shulmans Poem Feet)
From the day I stood up
And looked around
This vast world
I have been wondering,
Why dont we ever go down
On all fours again?
So we can eliminate
Our hands
From this cunning curiosity.
..
Naxos.
I sit here with my Waitrose smile
On this Island of dreams.
So far away from it all, Naxos,
Created by Kings, now an explosion
Of Western World dreamers,
Crawling back into the Womb
With all alternative ideals,
But we still need it
Like a Baby needs a Breast.
Oh David how you slayed
The Giant with your Brain,
And me I will eventually
Slay these people with my greed
And Western ideals.
..
Untitled
You stand there in your darken silence
You tear out my soul with a song
And the Ladys, they love to
See you coin a phrase
And there's a Dance the Devil does all day long.
You stand there with your Flute on Stage
It tempts me like a Butterfly to the Soul.
To follow into the Darken Age
But I must never fly until I can run.
Oh daisy dancing Rock and Roller
With your Eyes, they pierce my mind
And open up my unknown senses
Unable to lose what I have found.
..
Untitled.
She touched my eyes
As gentle as a Butterfly
On a Summers morn
As we lay on that bed of fur.
Her eyes dashing, sparkling
Like Diamonds on a velvet sheet.
As the dark covered our lust,
Overt hiding,
A cat hiding from its prey
A different time altogether.
She touched my sex
As gentle as a Butterfly
On a Summers morn.
Who knows how she feels
But I feel her skin
As soft as a satin gown
But I touched her wing before
She flew away.
She touched my heart
As gentle as a Butterfly
On a Summers morn