ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Pay The Piper

The amber beads are hanging from the mirror near the bed
The ashes have been spread upon the ground.
He still can see her smiling face when ere his eyes are closed
a sweeter love then hers he's never found.

The gate keepers stand silent waiting for the time to come
when his life upon this earth will be no more.
His features chopped and broken by the lash will hide his tears
the times now come to even up the score.

They march him to the gallows that stand silent in the yard
The hood then covers up his furrowed face.
The trapdoor clicks then opens and his life is quickly snuffed
He leaves this earth alone without a trace.

Bob Pacey

Wow - this is pretty special Bob - well done

Quick past the post as well - I really like this piece Bob, it has a more serious tone and depth to it than your normal writing.

Cheers

Maureen

I agree with Maureen Bob, a very different approach from you. Enjoyed it, well done.
Sue

So what you are saying Marty is it's out of my ??????


I'm a pretty deep and meaningful type of person but I also like to have fun.

Thanks all.

Heather says I do the serious stuff well but I find it tedious and get bored easily.

Bob

It's good Bob.

Heather

G/day Bob,
A bit grim mate, couldn't you have sprung a last minute escape and then revenge by hanging the hangman or something.

Pretty good though.

Terry

Was just one of those that had a mind of its own Terry. I only had the first line stuck in my head and the rest just seemed to follow.

I looked at the list and could not see the need to use the other prompts just because they were there. Said all I wanted with what I put down.

Neville will be pleased.

Robert Alan Micheal Pacey

Good one Bob.

Maybe ( if you don't already ) you could try mixing in a bit of more serious stuff with the jokey ballads at the park gigs, interesting to see how they take it.

Do some more like that

Funny you should say that Neville did a show last night for a group of RSL fellas from the gold coast and did three what i would call serious poems and all were well recieved.


Cheers mate

Off to work at the slave farm.


What a wonderful world we live in.

Bob

Funny how our minds all work in different patterns and with the same words we all see a different story.


Think we might have to have two subjects a month Mausie if this keeps up.


Bob