Poetry

Friday, 28 November 2025

The Neurotransmitters

 A girl band called the antidepressants/ the neurotransmitters

There's Melatonin (sleepy spice)

and Serotonin (happy spice)

The Dopamine ( Dopey spice)

Psylocibin (naughty spice)

 

The Ex boxer

 Micky was a big fish

A prize fighting man

He lived in a pub called the Bell

When he used to ring it

You knew there would be Hell

Oh everyone wanted a piece of Micky


Yes he's gonna keep fighting

Till that last bell tolls

And rings time on his fight

Some days he was fighting other people

But it was himself that he fought at night


Cut off an ear

Or swing to the right

But he was a southpaw

In almost every fight

You can call him the devil

Or maybe he carried the light

But everyone wants a piece of Micky


Now that he is aging

Who will hold his spoon?

Who is it will collect his mail?

When he came out yes his body was broken

But still he fought on till the final curtain

Everyone wanted a piece of Micky

My seven tomorrows

 Seven tomorrows

Are in my soul

Heated the sorrow

The bones of coal

Seven tomorrows

Count them all

One more I must borrow

Before I fall


I wait in the hollow

To hear your voice

Coming down the glen

As if it's your choice

To meet me in the woods

Where we'll live a life in green

But my seven tomorrows

What do they all mean?


I'm given this time

Is it on reprieve?

Am I criminal

Who must hold

My life out on leave

Away from the prison

Where the sun holds the key

Who only unlocks the bars

For me to believe in thee


Seven tomorrows

For my seven sins

One: I heard the cock crow

And followed her in

Two: I wanted more from her

Than I had to begin

Three: I turned black in mood

And turned her away

Four: the green eyed monster stood in my door

Five: I only wanted her

Six: I only ever wanted more

Seven: I lay in bed dreaming of her skin

When the judge comes tomorrow

Will he hang me or turn me loose?

Will the jury be holding the noose?

Will my seven tomorrows lead to her door?

Or will my trials end to come again no more?


Tuesday, 25 November 2025

Hold on tight to the mast

 Hold on, hold on, hold on tight to the mast

This ship is going down in the gale

So look out, look out, look out for the whale

This ship is going down in the gale


Hold on, hold on, hold on tight to the mast

This ship is going down in the gale

Hear the battering, the battering of the whale to stern

This ship is going down fast in the gale


Yes stand up, stand up, stand up on the crow's nest

Spy , oh spy out the whale

and cry out to the stars above

This ship is going down in the gale


Captain Ahab he looked out up at the stars

He forecast some hail

He hammered his gold penny to the mast

And said men now catch me that whale


So look out, look out, look out for the whale

 Hold on, hold on, hold on tight to the mast

Scan oh scan, oh scan the horizon above

For this ship ain't going down in the gale


So look out, look out, look out to the stars above

Let them guide us to the whale

Oh tell me, tell me, tell the path of the dove

With a twig of olive as its mail


So look out, look out, look out to the stars above

And tell me how they guide you to the whale

Hold on, hold on, hold on tight to the mast

this ship, it ain't going down in the gale

this ship, it ain't going down in the gale

this ship, it ain't going down in the gale




Monday, 24 November 2025

Mothballed fireballs

 There's a fire in the blood

And it's breaking free

There's these wires in the flood

Standing up for trees

For they've been burnt to a crisp

Like willow the wisp

When you tried to love me

In your way

But you're a dragon

Fallen off the wagon

Breathing fire

All day


I can't see straight every tree

Is flaming

And it's just that it's

Wherever your breath is aiming

I only want peace in the valley

And to consider the lily

But you see strange paths

Keep befalling me


Because I'm like a moth

I'm attracted to the light

And in the Winter I need to sit by firelight

But I realize now, 

I've slaughtered the sacred cow

Of friendship

Cos what I think I want

Isn't what I need

It's not a fire pill

But a water tablet seed

So that's what's on the bill

It's not a never ending cycle of greed

I need to step back and cut off

from the fire creed

I've had it with chasing dragons

I don't know how to beat them

And it is always I who's defeated by them

Sunday, 23 November 2025

A river runs through it

 I just throw down the mantel of adulthood

When I remember the way

We used to be

When you were my brother

And we would run and play games in the street

I wish that I had been able to love you

Better than I have loved you since

But then the river ran through our childhood

And it was too late for our separate streams

To meet

Saturday, 22 November 2025

Eldorado's moon

 Waking up in old Eldorado

To find you standing in my room

Waking up in Old Eldorado

And I want to dance with you neath the moon


Oh Eldorado the city of gold

But not until it got sold

Eldorado was a silver slice of the moon


And I remember a piece of me

Like a sliver that fell free

When you said you'd dance with me

In Eldorado


Oh and we have nothing to lose

Just our tangled lives

And these homesick blues

Well if you'll follow me

I'll follow you

And we can both dance neath

Eldorado's moon