Come lady

Oh Lady come down your hill
oh lady come down your hill
Well the gathering tide
Goes far and wide
And your moat it would like to fill
Oh lady come down your hill

Oh lady come down your hill
You've spent too long
In your ivory tower
Let your hair hang down
From your window sill
Oh lady come down your hill

Oh lady come down off your hill
The army is strong and it may kill
But while the soldiers are strong
The fight must go on
So kind lady come down your hill

Oh lady come down your hill
The night is long
And it can chill
Come warm yourself
I'll keep your health
Come lady from down your hill

Oh lady come down your hill
The buzzards soar and shrill
The sky is clear but there are
Grey clouds still
Come lady down your hill

Oh lady come down your hill
I know you have a strong will
But put that aside
Just be my bride
Oh lady come down your hill

Bone Kissing

I didn't want to turn back
Didn't want to face the storm
That I knew would turn me black

Didn't know that I was torn
Like a rending thunder
Shaken to the very core
Of my foundations laying under

I never got used to your face
Never could learn to trace
The outline of your cheek
Nor to draw the breath you took
Just before you speak

I never learned to call you mine
Never learned to drink the wine
Never knew what a fine line
I had had to walk

And now we do not talk

I chose to come here
I chose to stay
I chose that some year
I would fly away

But the swallows return each Summer or Spring
Are they the same ones
Who left on the wing
Is it the same prayer
I can hear
The choir sing?
As their voices rise into the skies
Of a horizon forever setting

She plays the cello
On her own stage
Keeping back the fellow deer
Like a do rey me so far te da
Like a guardian of her age

She guards the garden
She turns on the hose
She turns over the earth that hardens
around the Summer rose

She is like a starling
Singing in a flock
Away arise, the may fly flies
Dragon fly alights upon a rock

Sweet streams and rivulets
Stun the lady Juliet
From her reverie of regret
In too many long walks

Suddenly the walls
Are trembling from the thunder
Suddenly all she knows falls
And is cast asunder

That the one strike fell
Like a hammer on a bell
Rung out the good
Rung in the bad
Wrung the clothes on the line
Wrung the water into wine

One fine day when I look back
It will not seem so blue
Just the Sun fading into black
Before from behind the clouds
It appears a new

Fan

I had my own fan
I held it to my heart
And when the men did come along
A flutter it gave a start

Like a butterfly this fan picked up
My womanly grace
And emphasized all the contours
And lines upon my face

But my fan, fanned the flames
Of desire in my eyes
And when I wished for cooler days
Hot passions in me did rise

I held my fan close to my heart
Like a pendant from a lover
It stilled the beating before its start
Kept those feelings undercover

But unmasked from behind its blind
Unmistakably you will find
A woman in love with every kind
Of man, beast or lover

Sun

Dictator of a dead grace
The sun rises in the sky
It was the same that rose when I was but a child
But now my heart is older
My temperature is blue
The heart that felt its sweet rays
Is not the same that once was new

It leaves its grace like scars of clouds
Upon the face of the sky
And it shall outlast everyone of us
While we each must die

Sun, of heaven, shine on
As a chariot of fire
Racing from the east to west
Crusading holy pyre

Beyond the thoughts of a boy
Who knows not his future joy
But stays in the present
Time for him is but a toy

Beyond this the great dictator
Climbs its elision tower
The spires of the heavens
Find him there never ready to cower

All the stark blankness
Come spilling from its face
That candles burn in the deepness
Of the outer space

Mercury

She holds the moon
in a silver cup
She needs no spoon
To stir what she sups

Silver is the honey comb
Of her memory
Of all the bees in a bomb
Exploding in her tree

Silver are the rain drops
Rolling down the steel
Stopping in the silver pool
Of the place she feels

Her name is Mercury
She changes like the ocean
Flows like electricity
Solid metal into liquid emotion

Mercury like a switch
Turning on to off
Letting the current change her body
From hard to soft

Precious as Silver
Conducts like Gold
Mercury in a fever
Changing faces like the moon she holds

Black cat mood

Black cat like a hole in the night
Blacker than pitch
Blacker than jet
Eyes I never will forget

Black cat in the Coal dark
Dusky as dust
In a shadowy park
Black will
Violent and still
Harmless and cold
Beyond the being, the non-being untold
Un-named thing
Anonymous wish
Lay out a milk dish
Out comes the pink tongue
Lapping up like an ocean
Laps the shore with its fish
Fingers

Whose hands are on the moon?

Flying figures in the sky
Racing across the moon
Shining seraphims
Guarding the palace
That once I built from
the cuticles in my finger nails
But now what can these hands do?

If our nails grow with the moon
While we sleep
Even while we die
Our skin reflects the sun
It is shadows and dust
Of interstellar lust
Sun people saving their skins
Everyday
Hanging them out on the washing line
In mutual habitual action
That the Sun dictates
Like our father

The flesh is warmed then it drops
It is blown in the wind
Our eyes are the rain and the oceans
And the weather of emotions
That fill with salty tears
That no matter how many fall
They still dry
In the end
All the while the moon is
Pulling our finger nails out
Into the evening sky

Tear drops for Yesterday, a pasty smells of Summer

I figured you were up with that
The single cream for the cat
The only place I thought I knew
Just a Parker
pen or two
Just a reasonable Policeman's conference
Made up of small faces
In the mugshot gallery
All the toothless wonders of a frightening history
Beamed out under American imperialism
The Chivalry of Donald Trump in the
Space Race
with book ends from Romania
And Nuclear War Heads from Iran
The thought in the head of Spying
From a Russian co-federation
Of Interstellar bar staff

And all those records that lie broken on the moon
The longest long jump
For example
From a standing position
It isn't difficult to win the Olympic medal here
When you are literally in the house of the Gods
But what do I know of the odds?

Yes, Mr Rain man

He is not all I thought he was
There is a certain hole in the head
He gives
Like a stroke
To the weather
The storm clouds fill dark skies
And I am in the hole

A rain doctor came to forecast my health
He gave a dance
Then rewarded himself
By pulling the oceans around the shoulders
Of the land
And comforting the wet sand
Of unknowing universes
Of unkind minds
And the dredge of what
The swallows call spring

He tied a poesy around cider with rosy
And let her be the single
Succulent tree of life

 Because the truth is nobody gives a shit
About the little man
We are the inconsequential stuff of life
That others more powerful
Gauge their own success by
The measure of what it means to be free
By degree
But no-one is truly free
Just the anointed hierarchy
Of a duodenal dawn
That leaves everything tochance
Even the consequences of being born

The juggernauts are coming, oh my gosh!

I should have bought you flowers
But I gave them to another woman
It would be nice to talk for hours
But I prefer a nice soft bossom

If you asked of what am I made
I would say the salt
That drove the slave trade
Because a slave is what I feel I am
To the idea of being a man
I am fed up
With these anachronistic hubris
Of the unplanned
The self entitled being
That loves
Then loses feeling
Quicker than quick sand
And I am falling
I do not deny it into a deep dark hole
Where my future's wishes don't match up
To what will make me whole

But I see it is only excess hubris
That has disillusioned me so far
When I knew really
It was under another use of 'Us'
That they named a falling star

Only the kettle kept boiling over and the river over spilt
The kittens in the bags were no well man's pursuit

A Celtic Blessing

May the road rise up to meet you
May the wedding bells ring true
May the scarves of the well wishers
Fly down the wishing well to you
May the halves that were divided
Be placed back in the seal
May the swords of our fathers
Be put in heat to melt the steel

Perhaps I deserved it - you know I tried 
the volunteering it was ok,

I tried not working but I became a slave. 

I tried giving over all power into another's hands

But it left them like a desert wind blowing away dry sands. 

You know I tried the course of least resistance

I tried the fool's road

I tried the path where her insistence

Would have brought me relief from the load

But the only luggage was in my heart

The only real thing I possess

I cannot let go

Of what I start

Even if ends up a mess

The only season I know is joy

The reason I have to destroy

All that I can't second guess

Is the residue of what I confess

Poem for teachers

Teachers, teachers don’t be preachers

You don’t know what the students may teach us

You don’t know the truth of all things

Power in the class room ends when the bell rings

Outside

Only respect rings true

But it rings hollow

When activity staff look at you

They have venom, and bitter jealousy

It is wrapped up in their modicums

Of daily pleasantries

It is barely hid

By the failures of their day’s pursuits

But hey everyone needs a scape goat

When a leader they can’t shoot

Power to the powerless

Power to their heads

Run around a young circus

Who have no frame for the nervous-dead

Some incognito tribal rallying drum

Beats their rather void like lives

For to borrow the gun

Aim it like a coward at someone else

But them

Then justify their actions

In the guise of men

Nothing can excuse them

Not even being young

Just the misuse of wisdom

Borrowed from someone

Just the stupid actions

Of some young guns

When eighteen meant dying for country

Now it means dying for fun

Well go and die for your gods

For your false idols

I had my dreams in education

Of the ranks of chivalry or bone-idle

And I see that it has failed if a pupil

Can turn out like you

That a few glasses of the strong stuff

Can reveal your true colours to be

A faded hue

Nothing but the shades of racism

In a classes war

Nothing but the bitter rivalries

Between rich and poor

Nothing but the dumb distinctions

On a playing field

Where if you paid attention in school

You’d remember

all men were created equal

And deserve such dignity

Despite the way your insecurities

May make you feel

English Oak

Old tree stump

What do you know?

The corn has been cut

Now only corn storks grow

Where are the dancers

Who with their right hand

Lead you in the dance

Across an ancient land?

Plush are the hay bales

Rolled up to sleep

Lying in their yellow beds

Yellow blankets at their feet

Somewhere salty death

Is wrapping her fingers

Around the candle stick oak trunks

And waxing its leaves

It’s bleeding in the heart wood

It’s rotten to the core

But it stands upright in the night

And shines on all the more

It shines on in its dying

And in its finest hour

It shines until the sunlight

Has burnt out all its power

And in the death of the English oak

Grows something more

Not as strong as once was known

Its mantlepiece not made of stone

But a force to hold a door

Less in its redistribution

among the rising ranks

But in its ten thousand multitude

For its own strength we still give thanks

Cloud Watching

Once I did see jellyfish

Swimming above in the sky

And then a tiger’s stripes became

The image in my eye

Sudden flames of grey hue

Change to lakes of sacred dark blue

As the fires which rise in heavens

Part from their earthly curfew

And the firmament of stars

Turn in pin prick turns

The saddle of the space cowboy

Cradles the knowledge he learns

And from the tentacles of grey grew

The leaf veins of life

The lung like bronchiole tendrils

Breathing in space dust

I stayed out upon the hill

Feeling that familiar chill

When the sun has lost its grip

And the moon’s power is yet to slip

Its hand to take the reins of control

That twilight- dusk

Where do cross the souls

From one side to another

To my left the sad dark forest

Green in all its envy

Yet to the right, chasing the light

The creatures like me

Flee to keep up with the sun

A cheesy line

A pleasant scene

So nice and green - a riparian garden

Through the hills

The winding rills

Twist gentle then they harden

The Summer spring in elysian fountain

Coy carp rest easily in reflected black

The lilies float

In moon mountain craters

Elephant footprints smack

A trinket for a cat

A piece of reed

She swallows flat

The tiger and the mouse

Both escape near Martin’s House

For the followed, swallowed fog

Has escaped the abandoned dog

And the buzzing dragon fly

Beneath the cat’s claw does lie

Out upon the frosted moor

Where grass snakes knock on the door

To the anima enlightened

Just the wolf don’t be frightened