Novel Idea

A novel idea this way comes,

Breathing and cracking like an egg in a bowl.

Weaving and jumping up and down it survives,

In old and new ways coming up in a haze.

Cheeky and false, breaking its fall,

In stories are told,

In the folds of a paperback,

Lathered in fortune and singing,

Papers and writing sheets,

Mistakes and misprints,

Cautioned and concrete,

Brinked and barnacled

Tempered and placed in

That special spot.

Copper Kettle

Hey pretty copper kettle,

There's something wrong with you.

You've got a steaming headache,

You just have to move away from that 

Burning hob.

The heat is sensational,

There's red hot vapour in the middle,

You can't get through and the only

Way out is to cool right down.

Hey conventional copper kettle,

You're tarnished and green.

You belong to some forgotten age,

To some Bronze Age studio,

Raking and stoning the cold hard floor,

Of the kiln.

The Long and Winding Road

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pt7mt96oqM&feature=youtube_gdata_player

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Dear Bible,
Its the Kings 2,
At the moment, revealing
Secrets and miracles,
From Elijah and Elisha
The transcribed prophets
Called to us through the thin pages
From the land of The Lord.
Wars stretch across that land
Like of lately,
Displaying that things never change
Except we need God more than ever.

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Oh gosh there's nothing at all.
It's pretty ridiculous really.
Getting trains and time machines,
Killing spleens and splendid beans.
You're keen around the may pole.
Looks worse if you carry on,
Keep on the radio silence.
Steaming ship breaking badge,
Folding out and on to narked off shapes
Bags of battery boasts,
Walking on stilts and splitting atoms
Shower.

You've Got the Best of Me

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gj-uNxAHPk0&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Make this have 400 views,  thanks!

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There's so many people behind me,
Watching my every move.
Watching what I watch,
A superstition or pure hatred?
Or neither.
I'm a castaway on this island,
From here only an hour glass
Gives any sense of time,
To the failing youth,
That seem to outrun the
Haggles and the madness.

And all the smoking,
Every single day, never failing,
They are seen outside,
Stuffing smoke deep into their membranes -
And they stand thinking, how
Incredibly intellectual of me
to stand with a rod of tar
Stuck in ones mouth.

it gives off no hint of good impression,
I can see the very trees,
Being choked,
And they usually welcome the evil gasses.