Poetry

Monday, 10 August 2026

I gotta make the cut

 

I gotta make the cut, I gotta make the cut

I can’t bust a nut,

I’ve gotta make the cut


There are no ifs or buts

There are no quips or tuts

I've gotta find my guts

I gotta make the cut


It's gonna be a hard road rising

It'll be the hour of my horizon

I'm gonna struggle in uphill toil

It'll be like a slope covered with oil


I gotta make the cut

I gotta push on to the hut

At the mountain peak

Where the poets speak

I gotta make the cut

Wednesday, 5 August 2026

Hail Mary

 I tried to see the light

And eat the humble pie

I tried to peel the flight

Of the bumblebee fly

I met a streaming knight

Who told me I could die

So I stayed in dreams all night

Until the Earth did pass me by


I saw a screaming kite

Fall from a darkened sky

And lay with leaves so light

They made me want to cry

I fell in worlds of light

That changed my waking mind

And tears so beaming bright

Rolled from my crystal eye

Monday, 27 July 2026

Mirror man

 I tried to save myself in this place

Keeping in my place

But the selfish hunger

The jealous dragon

Began beating its wings

restlessly

I looked myself in the mirror and thought

I saw the elvish ears twitch

The sign of the devil

The demon looked me in the face

And led me away from the path

Of righteousness

There is only strength in the fellowship

I thought I could handle it alone

But I can't

I need a higher power

Care home blues

 You sit around with dying parents

Who is talking to you?

No one

They just say it's heir apparents

Who take the glory from you

Affidavits , Cindy Crawfords

Executors of the will

Let me sleep

I'm slipping northwards

Ever rolling hill

Charge me up

And roll me backwards

I don't want this life no more

I've got nothing

From talking parrots

Who mutter negligible things and swore

They knew me before the years had passed us

And wiped the memory

Like a scar

Buccaneer

 Well I went away on a ship of pride

But my sail buckled on my ride

I thought oh God how can I abide

So I sailed back to my bed where I lied


I played, I played and sang my lungs

But nothing, no sound did ever come

The quiet beckoned, I was succumbed

By which I wished I'd never sung


I lay, I lay and read with stories and words

And filled my soul with myth and swords

And loves of Gods and dreams of men

And women's beauty which had no ken


And even this, it lasted not long 

for no peace came to me in song

Just pain and suffering no balm could ease

The suffering of loneliness was my disease


The love went missing from father to son

Some lack of capture needed so long

Some hole left before time had begun

Before life had realized I was made wrong


No thought could muster

No home for the spirit

Am I cursed as Custer

To forever wander, not win it

The battle is over, I've lost that love

Whether the wars of heaven

Can call me above


I wish no more from this earthly realm

I can find no joy in mind nor body alone

And I look for nothing in anyone's eyes

If I had a shotgun I think it would tell no lies






Easy on the eyes, but hard on the heart

 I went down to where the sea nymphs part

She was easy on the eyes but so hard on the heart


He said I want to try a bar where the people are

She was easy on the eyes but so hard on the heart


It was to my great surprise when the singing start

She was easy on the eyes but so hard on the heart


I sucked on a strawberry and chewed on a tart

She was easy on the eyes but so hard on the heart


Listen to me he said just wait until the best part

She was easy on the eyes but so hard on the heart

Changing places

 I found a place where lovers meet

It was just a pub down the street

And the blue times rang

A strawberry bell

The rainbow cupcakes

In garlands fell

And petals curdled in the milk

That churned a summer thin as silk

And struggled vowels

Spoken by infants at the growls

Of cats and parents

Gaggled-geese robbed Peter

To save Paul

In pools of grease

And myths of Saul

And teeth gave virtue

To empty strands

Where billowing forests

Burnt and sang

In cinder voices

And ashes cried

Their lidless eyes

To the skies

That no one spoke

That babies sighed

And peering smoke

Filled with lies

Evaporated

Purged

The fake laughs

Echoed

Nothing was chequered

Even the flag was yellowed

And people walked

But walked nowhere

For aims were useless

To their cares

As nothing but a river meandered

And God came back

And men and women haggled

Over bits of silver

And rags of silk

And we continued to drink

an alien milk