ON LONDON STREET

On London Street

Above the London street is where you will find me
standing tall against the walls of Poetry; 
I hold admonition and deprivation of starvation, 
The aftermath of an darken past only sings lullaby dreams to me.

All will stand and bow down to a street clown
Oh, but never me this all can see; 
A New World to the lost and found that stands so proud 
that cry's out loud to the fools that feeds on greed, 
Among lies hold things untied in life
with hunger to please, 
The applicant apprehensive the future with anxiety over me; 

Oh, look what be bees had found in poetry 
their arrival got very stick 
locked into a box with no honey 
But flying mad Bee's....
That babysits the haters of lies that keeps them up all night
You know that is right with no lies, 
Look at the balloons and the cartoons about you 
that fly's high upon into the clouds roaming around to be clowns.

I am a strong woman that fights with the wild beast 
that keeps on chase after me like bees
Oh, meeting season is over so move on old rover, 
The plague of true beauty stand within me 
The reaction of lost passion of hunger bees 
got a present from me; 
Strawberries are bitter with poison honey from the bumble bees
that fight for the queen and that would be me, 

Black pine over time in the trees of darken dreams
Orange lights in the lairs eyes that keep on haunting after me, 
rook that bleeds pain for a rainy day
in Decembers weather bluebirds sings looking for the bees
burning letters in crying cold weather are the haters, 
in candlelight gives me sight for what is right in God's eyes.
Some strained their eyes just to see who is fighting for me.

Poetic Lilly J.Emery (c)