Poetry

Sunday, 27 April 2025

March king

 Yes, you are worth more than diamonds or gold

You are worth more than rubies or sapphires I'm told

And all of it wrapped up in a sweet summer fold

Oh you are worth much more than diamonds or gold


You had a heart love, you had a heart I could love

And I had a part love, a bad part I played a black dove

I came down to your window, came down from above

For you had a heart love, you had a heart I could love

3 million boats

Somewhere on the coast of Portland Bill:

A:" Look out the window, there's 3 million boats "

B: "3 million boats! 3 million boats!

They're coming, They're coming

The Armarda floats

With lots migrants on them"


They'll be crying

How much is that boat?

I want to buy one

I'm going to invade a British island


Oh row, row, row your boat

Immigrants looking for asylum

Here they come to breach our coast

land upon our island


It's the Empire of the migrant

Who wish to bring their need

To the door of the motherland

Of the commonwealth of greed


Look out you mothers, get your guns

And lock up your daughters

They are criminals on the run

Trying to dock in our waters


Throw down boiling oil

Castigate and slander

And in the press, charge the rest

With economics of  a bystander


A: "No, no I said Look out the window

3 men in a boat"

B: "Oh, yes, that's nice isn't it

Thank goodness for that

Let's go out and great them"

Saturday, 19 April 2025

The Seagulls of Cardiff Bay

 Oh Seagulls, seagulls,

You've gotta love us

Why'd you cry blue murder

And always try and mug us?

All we are are sailors souls

Looking for a harbour

Why don't you go and blow yourselves

We've bigger fish to labour


The Monks in their monastries 

They know our deathly wails

We sing to them in the morning

As they hang out their white sails

But we will never surrender

To the likes of them or you

We are the mighty Seagulls

Come hear our Seagull crew


We Sing " Return to the mainland 

Return me hearty lovers

Follow goose or the graceful plovers

Return I say to Cardiff bay

Return to Bristol Docks

We've been singing, our sea souls winging

Our heads upon the chopping blocks


So we came home to Cardiff bay,

Yes we came home to roost

And to eat kentucky fried chicken legs

Upon a harbour roof

And then we flew to Flat holm island

To brag to all our friends

About how we killed the chickens

And how we were as hard as them


But the only trouble is you see

We couldn't keep our legs

We kept walking around in circles

As if on some wooden pegs

It was Botulism did it

It was Botulism true

And so we kill and peck the eyes out

Of the weakest member in our Crew


Return, I say, return

Oh return my hearty lovers

Following the grey goose or

the graceful plovers

We'll be coming back to Cardiff Bay

We'll return to Bristol docks

Oh come see us when we say

Be afraid of the seagull flocks

Friday, 18 April 2025

Squids in

 Now if the squids are on planet K2B 

it's an interesting fact for the KGB

We'll be squids in


If you think you can wrestle a great sea monster

Oh bull fish or kraken

Or Sperm whale

Well make sure when you land a Giant Squid

That in the market sale you'll make a quid without fail


Oh Kalamari, Octopus

Or Polyp or Jellyfish

Medusa headed Eel woman

Snake fisted whisp

Put them all on the scale

Of the Market cross sale

But with a Giant Squid

You'll be quids in instead


Quids in, Quids in

Come and get your squids in

Rising from the darkest depths

Oh leave them alone my love hookers

With your barbed spears and good lookers

Find them in rings, or soft ocean springs

You'll be Squids in tonight


Thursday, 17 April 2025

Strawmen and donkeys

 It's all an amalgam of a certain dismay

The braids of an album of your courtly way

The chains and the chagrin that turns us to grey

Don't fade, oh don't fade, no don't fade away


The love that we've known has been in buckets and spades

And love is a greasy pole we must all climb in our way

But choosing between you and the bright highway

Of I know, oh I know that I cannot stay, no I cannot stay


The stars in the night sky they've all gone away

The dust in the grain barns, the fields of clay

All of it's hardened to a mask made of hay

And now I'm the straw man, now I'm the straw man

Who must break in my way


Shoot through me sorrow, shoot through me wine

But I must now swallow the bitter pill that's mine

Yes I must bite the bullet and face up to the truth

That you'll never love me in a jacket that's bullet proof


Talk to me of hardships and stories untold

I've been given twelve lashes for stealing your gold

I borrowed it from the rainbow, because the rain was too cold

And the leprechaun didn't want it, he said it was sold

Tuesday, 15 April 2025

Dimmer Dump

 I saw the legs of a super model in Dimmer dump

And the rump of a sacred cow

And the hide of a Buffalo

And the lights are getting dimmer

The load cannot wait

For we are all dumping

Down the road to Heaven's gate


I saw Naomi Campbell and Ricki Lake

I Saw Donald Trump in Dimmer Dump

His hair was grey and his goose was got

I saw the Loch Ness monster with her lump

All of it thrown out in Dimmer Dump


I wonder who turned out the lights

On Marylyn Monroe, who threw the javelin

On Achilles last throw, who was the weakest link

Who one day just had to go

Oh you can see them now in the Viking Thump

It's a hammer blow in Dimmer Dump


Don't hold on to your purse strings too tight

You never know when money may give up the fight

You don't know about plastic, metal or glass

Well we all eventually get recycled at the ass

And it's been a lot of hot air, it's inflated egos flat

It's the wind knocked out your sails

When you're wearing your favourite hat

And they'll throw you in leg first because that's the economic curse

And nothing really matters if your pump don't pump

You'll end up in tatters down at Dimmer Dump

Saturday, 12 April 2025

Magnolia blossom in the street

 Magnolia blossoms fall down at my feet

Magnolia blossoms fill the late Shepton Street

Blooming in a figurine of pink and white

Falling like a higgs boson beyond the realm of light


Standing outside of time, this tree

 Yet stands because standing is hour or minute free

Yet standing is tolled by eternity

And one day this tree will neither stand nor be


And so it sculpts out its life

And so it must create a beauty

Because all of its existence is quite tragic

And all we have is the magic


The magic of the here and now

Friday, 11 April 2025

Farewell to arms

 farewell all you people

you moses of light

farewell you scare mongers

who hunger to fight

farewell non-believers on your road of flight

And leave me to sweet slumbers

and the roses of night


I've been where you're standing

and seen what you see

And it's not for one moment

that I'd swap places with thee

It's all just a grossness of blatant hypocrisy

So go where you're going and leave what's mine to me


Farewell the soothsayers

False prophets of light

When the true dawn breaks

Then it will overcome the night

And if what you're knowing

to you seems right

Well those are just dead seeds you're sowing

Which will never reach the light


Good night to your lands

And your lanterns of peace

Bring out the war bands

Let their fighting never cease

For the foreign lands engulf in flames that increase

With each profit margin bearing the mark of the beast


I hope to see this land

Once recover its soul

And it will do in our hands

When we make steel and coal

And once again can raise a flag

of our sovereign self-control

To determine our course as it stands

Beyond the turbid rigmarole 

cats eyes

 In the beginning, it was all light, 

light of foot, speed of flight,
 love was winning, love was bright, 
we were beginning to feel the night,  
everything even, everything odd, 
all of it's believing in the path we have trod, 
through the city's lights

I've seen us changing like traffic lights, 
stars rearranging in the sky's night, 
crossing and weaving inside and out, 
but our thread always strong never leaves us in doubt

You've been my cat's eyes
When the city's lights go out

Where do we belong, except in the city of light?

Faces of people, places we've been, 
chases round steeples and somebody's dream,
 all of it equal in a love unseen
Until your eyes start shining
And I can see through the night
Beautiful cats eyes in the city of light

Cats eyes shining in the dark
cats eyes shining in park

I blink once, blink twice
I can't believe my sight
You're my cats eyes shining in the night
You show me your cats eyes
in the city of light

Your cats eyes, my oh my, oh my
Your cats eyes my, oh my, oh my

Monday, 7 April 2025

Mill on the Floss

 In olden times floss flowed freely through the countryside

Great rivers of the stuff as wide as the eye could ponder

And the people of the countryside, the poor folk

only had to shove their faces and their entire heads into the river to clean

Their teeth and wash out all the bad stuff and they all had bright shiny teeth

And didn't ever have to pay for dental care

But then one day climate change or else an evil king decided to turn off the source of the Floss

And we don't know where it is so that all could be found lying in the river bed or the marshes was this thin straggly string that folk inventively wound around bobbins and carried with them


Hence why now we have only this meagre reminder of what Floss once was.

The famous author George Eliot once wrote a tribute to the beauty and power of the Floss

Called Mill on the Floss which was in the days when the dental industry was so widely mechanized and industrialized they began making dental drills and tooth milling machines driven by it.

Please read it, it is interesting.

Sunday, 6 April 2025

Night Heron

 Night Heron, night heron

Always in the shades

The black sunglasses

The black leather jacket aids

Riding around on your motorbike

You're as cool as a kid on the make if you like

Mending your triumph in the back of the pub

Going out later to the rock n' roll club

Night Heron, Night Heron

Always a rebel to the core

Build up your gang around street corners

Go round knocking on old folks' doors

Then you grow older

And like to start fights

Start carrying a blade on dark Friday nights

Black metal motorcycle club

Black metal heart there's the rub

Revving your engine down a Sunday street

Ruffling feathers if you know what I mean

The other fella's heavier he's tough and lean

But you've got an image to uphold it ain't clean

You've gotta get dirty and down in the mud

You'll never reach thirty, you're covered in blood

As you go droop-winged back to your nest

The black metal heart is not pumping the best

The dark metal shades are broken in two

And they hang from your beak, beaten black and blue

And there's blood in your eye and spit on your face

And your black metal wing is twisted out of place

But you know where you're going because you have to stay strong

You're going to the nightclub where they sing rock n' roll songs

Because you love to jive and dance to the beat

You're still the night heron that's walking the street