Poetry

Wednesday, 26 March 2025

Bogman

 I am back now where I want to be

Lord I can die easy

As long as you bury me

In this peaty realm

I’ll become a peat man

Preserved

Just like we observed

In the museum

 

They dug him up

Like a timber

I remember

The juices of the earth

Were his blood

The memories

Of geological time of birth

Of his mother back in Mr’s Noah’s flood

 

What of his love in the distant past

What of his family and friends

Who knew this brother of the black mud

And who knew of his final end?

Tuesday, 18 March 2025

Love robbing

 love robs  the robin red breast

Love robs the robin of his breast

Love tears the heart out of the nest

Love robs the robin of his red breast

Monday, 17 March 2025

When the sun goes down

 When the sun goes down

You've got nothing to say

You've got too many aches 

And pains from the day

When the sun goes down

You've gotta rest your brain

It ain't no use in thinking

When the sun goes down


When the sun goes down

There are too many ends

Left loose, going round the bend

When the sun goes down 

You've gotta make your bed

You've gotta put your

Weary feet up and rest your 

weary head


You gotta make like the chickens

And roost in the coop

When the sun goes down

Get out of the loop

When the sun goes down

You've gotta rest your tools

Because you know your mama

Didn't raise no fools


When the sun goes down

You've gotta put up your legs

You' don't make no omelette

Without breaking some eggs

When the sun goes down


When the sun goes down

Don't shatter the glass

Not everything built was built to last

When the sun goes down

Get some good sleep

All things will pass

Like the things in the deep

When the sun goes down

Thursday, 13 March 2025

Tesla on the 376

 I met Tesla riding the 376

Back up to Bristol, licking his lips

At the prospect of throwing sticks

At the university of dirty tricks


He told me once I needed a bride

He showed me how I had no pride

Then Freud turned round and said

Einstein's Died

And so has Ego in the world's tide


But superman sat upon a park bench

And when I looked around 

I saw a mensch who was talking

To a Nazi hench

About the stench of a cooking wench


It all erupted in World war three

And I hoped that Tesla didn't see

For lightning Conductors and

Time machines

Could drag him away from me

Portland Bill - Fish out of water -don't kill Bill

 Portland bill, Portland bill he was a friend of mine

But then he choked on the smoke

More bitter than a lemon rind

So we stand along the shore

Yes we stand in line

Because we don't want them to kill our bill

 We're keeping him in mind


Portland Bill, Portland Bill

Walking around your town

All I see Are faces

A lot of them look down

They say we don't want no dump trucks here

Grinding up our minds

With their drills and tyres whirring

With their hammer thumps in time

They say Portland Bill, Portland Bill 

He was a friend of mine


They say the council turned them down

So the company appealed

Bitter as a lemon rind

Sore losers for the underdogs

But it's big money

Sways the mind

Giving them security

Strangling

The voices of the kind

Because Portland Bill, oh Portland Bill

He was a friend of mine


the proposed Portland incinerator case: https://portlandassociation.co.uk/the-portland-incinerator/


Wednesday, 12 March 2025

Vicious wishes

 Oh the steady stead of progress

Oh the lies of all the

Back biting dirty handed grease

Chopping the choppy ocean

Peppering the peptide brain

With kisses of devotion

Like in the silence of the grain

Fields of night in stars

Where the starlings feed

And missing you in motor cars

Scars across motorways


Across the desert landscape

We set off and face

The harshest of the hurricanes

All forgiveness jeopardy

of the hunting leopard too

Large in lioness adversity

To become a beauty

Yet spotted in vigilante vigils

Of a society of cheetahs

And well-wishers

Viciousness of wishing wells

I nearly broke my back

Looking into

The taste of cold wet pennies

And the blackness

Looking in the well

For the stars


You were there also mother Mary

Evangelist

Archangel Michael's list

Of those he deems a demon

And will strike down with his sword

And I on the roof

Tied to the chimney

On look out for Santa Clause

But all I found was my father

Signalling a beacon

Looking for the signs above

On when and how to leave us

In a gentle departure

Like is Christmas in all

Its ever-diminishing evolutions

Until all we have are national holidays

To believe in

Staring down the well

And looking for the stars

And carving out our names in

The setting cement of mortar

Like engravings on a gravestone

In a cemetery

Who would throw stones

At glass houses

If they knew what promises

Could be broken

And quite how vicious

All our wishes are

Little Egret of Great Worth

 little egrets of great wealth

Come to me in your hour of health

And stick it to the stickman

Who walks in the straw bale caravan

Stick it to the heron

And the heroes and the heroines

Stick it to the starving starlings

And the burbling blackbirds


Little Egrets of great worth

Come to see the garden's mirth

And play upon the fretted field

Das spiegel und das miele

Find the shark, and shore your teeth

Little Egrets of harsh relief

Sable stable upon the grief

Silhouette statue chief

Little egret prayer's belief

For the cutted diamond studded reef