Poetry

Monday, 28 September 2026

All the beautiful things

 Oh wasn't I mad

About the thrills that we once had

that fingertips were lying

about the time when we went flying

 With you under my wing

 Oh how we did sing about the things

that we would win

And when you were relying

Upon the things I was supplying

Oh the beautiful things

All the beautiful things


I'd like you under my wings

Kept close while we will sing

Of all those beautiful things


And the west wind blows

And I can tell we're a float

Upon a magical boat

in the sky


And the East wind thrills

And it's a battle of wills

And I turn to you and sigh


Oh how it begins

 With the blowing of the four winds

From the corners of the sky

They've locked up all of the things

Oh all the beautiful things

And it makes me want to cry


All the beautiful things

I remember once we had wings

And we used to fly

And now when the North wind blows

I remember those things that I used to know

And the times that seemed to run by

All gone in the blink of an eye

Oh how we did sing

About all the beautiful things

I promised that I would find

The next time I'd fly

The next time I'd fly 

All the beautiful things

I found out when the south wind sings

And the swallow flies up on her wings

Bringing back all those beautiful things


It's just a time, From Winter to Spring

It's just the passing of Summer in rings

Like ripples of a stone in a pond

When the winds of Autumn have begun

And I start to hear the swan sing his song

About the beautiful things of a time once upon

Tell me a fairy tale of a castle in the sky

And the place to which we would fly

To try as time would go by

To find those beautiful things

Sunday, 27 September 2026

Elephant in the room

 I am telling you

To hold your horses

Pack up your trunk

Elephant with the invisible feet

Dominating Doom

Elephant, elephant in the room


Russians controlling facebook

Trump in his own twitter tomb

Elephant dominating

Elephant in the chatroom


Oh it's so thick-skinned

Oh you're so big foot cartoon

I can't see your face

But I can hear your bass silently boom

Elephant man, elephant woman too

Elephant, Elephant in the room


Come and break the dam

On my open cast mine

Come and flood the village in Vietnam

Amsterdam or Alabama groom

Always in the shadows

Dominating like doom

Oh you elephant

Elephant in the room


You're the uninvited guest

But you'll be gone pretty soon

Can I use you as an armrest?

Feel free nobody says on zoom

Oh you're the elephant alright

The elephant in the room


Zoom bar

 No more skype in my life

No more zoom in my room

No more teams in my dreams

Break out rooms or sonic booms

No more crossed wires or miscommunications

I'm cutting myself off

From the satellite stations

I'm free floating in Medieval space

just a carrot for company

and a happy life to face

Zombie

 I was dragging my feet

And I had to repeat

All the roads by which I'd come by

That direction of yours

With the closed doors

Boy did I feel like a dumb guy


What is wrong they all said

But I was half dead

I said, can't you tell I'm a Zombie

But then I had to be fed

So I bit off a head

And now that is how I made thumb pie


Well I was dragging my feet

Right down the street

Near the place I was born by

But I had to be sure

So I knocked on the door

And discovered that it was my mum Di

Swan song for the snow geese

 The snow goose had a swan song

She shook the timbers

She shivered the silver locks 

Of the livers of foie gras it

Had yielded her husband and his figures

In the electrical margins

In the circuits of his fingers

And android sheep who creep across the fields at night

Not only has little Bo peep lost her job

She really got a crook in her neck straining

To try and spot any real sheep anymore

They were all artificial lambs to the slaughter

Plastic pigs, and rubber cows

Inflatable guinea fowl

But sheep once thought to be cotton wool clouds

Turned out to be microchipped

Ai generated

Fully self-automated lamb chops

Growing and feeding themselves

But who for?

For us?

Did we really need feeding

Were we worth it

Snowgoose thought to herself

As she flew high above them all

Looking down on creation

Well not so much creation

As replication, regeneration

In the model of human mould

After the flood,

After the sheep had left the fold

After bo peep had grown too bold and set them free

And eieio

Became aiai oh!?

Leaving town

 you know you're meant to hold down a job

To put the jump leads to the dead dog

To afternoon an evening in a mount pleasant

vein

I can't keep saying what I was going to say

She already killed me with her eyes so vain

Hers were the windows of a house of pain

Don't be so dramatic, oh let me explain

It's all so plastic just a weather vane


The leaves of grass have grown again

Did I lose my job in the harvest grain

Did I eat my job or bury my pain

I've eaten my loss, like a moss of stain

It's human to cross the river again


Because the circus is over they've packed up and left town

And I can't shoulder the burden of feeling so down

It's all a charade of the last act of the crown

Leaving this place is tearing me a frown

Across a night of lights falling to ground

And smiles on faces for miles around


 

Saturday, 26 September 2026

The last pirate

 The last pirate

Never another came after

He gave up the chains 

and the stinging sun's heat

He sailed away for ten years and a day

To the land where the liver birds squawk


Is it my life, my own

I need to see the seed of change be sown

I must escape the prison island

And go for a long walk


Do I have the courage to make the leap

And swing from the rigging

From this onto another ship

Can I change ships

Should I change mid stream


My prison island is not your island

You are free not like me

The sun is salt licked like the sea

And I tasted freedom's bitter seed

Would I rather die a rock in sand

Or like the wind escape the land

And blow free of the misery within 

This my prison island 


Now we've mutinied and have escaped 

The clutches of the laws red tape 

And moral codes and wrath of grape

Let the chips fall where they may

I've lived too long in chains today 

There's only home I'm going to stay

Whether alive or dead I cannot say

It's the way of the prison island