Poetry

Showing posts with label space. Show all posts
Showing posts with label space. Show all posts

Sunday 5 November 2023

Dream of a moor

 We went to a house on the edge of a moor

It was a hill top dale

And the gales that swore

It was an empty shell

Where the wind whistled and tore

And I thought from what hell

Had come the last war


The belongings pell-mell

Helter skeltered and scattered

Up the stairway along landing

And into the hall

We made our farewells thinking how this

House core

Once was a dwelling to a family of four


A scare crow stood watching as we were driving away

He was the last soft thing that I had seen that day

But his eyes they were dead and his heart made of hay

Never beat for the lost things that he had witnessed that day


Oh how can we see them? Our enemies of clay

When each shifting season

Covers their tracks runaway

I wish to have left them at least for the pay

Mutineed the bounty, but I found paradise in my way

Saturday 4 November 2023

flower power

 All your enemies are wooden

You said it as you walked out of the swamp

And all your needles are lost in 

Those hay stacks of your stomp


There are queen bees a buzzing

There are wild roses too


And the marsh marigold

And celandines

Know just what you're up to


Oh Butter wouldn't melt in your mouth

You say

And all the birds are flying south

You say

And if I take you by the tongue

Then your kisses are as good as done


So for the sake of Canada

Let your wild geese roam

And for the sake of united grief

Paint all your steel horses chrome


For I see your white teeth

And I know your false belief

In the idols of the tomb

But if you will bring your knife

I'll slice your butter life

And show you the sweet honeycomb


So show me the way to walk home

I'm lost and I need your advice

I've been tripping over wires

Talking with country squires

But none of them will leave me alone


So show me the way to go home

I'm tired

Mars babies

 Mars Babies

Get born on Mars


It's a one way mission


Retired people - get your pension and go


Beautiful women go to Mars,

Little choice of men, Marsmen really


Redplanet daily, your newspaper for the year,

Not much to report on here


Quite a boring journey there

Get through a lots of series


When you get there

Grow poatoes

Build a new colony

Cement your place in history


Produce oxygen and air,

a new plant


Moon house

Mars House

Running to the end of the rainbow

 Well I run to the end of the rainbow

I run through the day and the night

I run from beginning to the end although

She could put out her light


I run through the many colours, through

Yellow, and blue, green and red

And they take me up to the top of the hill

Then the colours run through my head


And I've been running til the end of the rainbow

I've got to keep the pot of gold in mind

But the further I run the further I am

From the goal I first set out to find


Yet I keep running to the end of the rainbow

Until I reach that promised land

Where there is milk and honey and green pastures

The grass is always greener on the other hand


I keep running to the end of the rainbow

Running from the thoughts I've left behind

I'm running somewhere new, where the sky is so blue

And where people will seek me but never find


So I'm running to the end of the rainbow

Will it be like it was before?

When the rain clouds break, it rains on my all my mistakes

Can I run fast enough, I'm never sure


Dusty's New Year Adventure

 Well the champagne had flowed

And party poppers had popped

And Bernie and Shaun went for a midnight jaunt

Down the long icy road

With Dusty well stowed

Inside Shaun's green coat


They danced a merry tune under the stars

Dusty was not quite so sure himself

But then they arrived at the garden

of the Theale commune

And he took this as his cue to scram


The field was enormous to Dusty's little mind

For by this time he had not ventured much

or broadened his horizons

However at two o'clock in the morning

The frost was quite enticing

And he frolicked through the field of white


Soon though he thought this is getting cold and I must hide

In a bush or hedge

Space on Earth

 The virus kills human beings 99% are wiped out

The planet can become green again

It is authentic without doubt

Genuine number, the real Macoy

The Earth just did a twissler on you, oh boy

I can't wait to see what the sequel will be

Colour my Apricots like a banana tree

Bake all my forget-me-not in a pie

And say good bye to old mother Hubbard's cooking

Her Four and twenty black birds had to fly


I'm ready to witness the tipping point

When the ice berg turns, like a mountain of butter

Slipping under the occiptal nerves

Slicing a cross section of the human beart

And re-routing the brain

It will be like Art, man, too nude

The naked Earth bare and rude

covered with nothing

But jungle grass

like the day it was born

On its little ass

a Lad in tights

 What I dream of are no borders

Roaming wild


Aladin tights

A transvestite production of

Arabian nights

In the Wild west

The genie in the bottle

From the whisky bottle

of Tex Mex , or Texas Jack

On his way up the Green river 

He meets a mountain man

With a blanket to deliver

A beaver skin, the like of which

Has never been seen before

For when it's unfurled 

Then the world will know

A lad in tights might be a girl

He is a wild mountain man

Who is trying to come to terms with his gender dysphoria

Discovers a magic lamp in an old mountain cabin one night

And he rubs it to discover Tex Mex the man Ol Jack of the lantern

Who promptly tell him he will grant him 3 wishes

First he wishes he were a woman, not a man of the mountain

Second


Featuring such hits as -I like lumber, Jack, how about you?

I like lumber, can you give me your number

I see you need a tree feller, well I'm the fella for you

Put your back into it

All bark and no bite, just dog darn day

He said, she said - Jack said, did she?, Jill said, no he didn't!

And other confusing tales


Aladin tight's other wish is for others to recognize that people like him exist in the world

And they have real struggle with who they are

with such songs as 'who you calling a shemale, man?'

He-man/shemale, Seaman, and the whale

Moby Dick or toby and the red brick retold

The house that Jill built

Look who's wearing the trousers

Sand in my test tube

Gender positive discrimination on the Appellation trail


Sunday 20 March 2022

Sky train

 Starlink,

Star train

Riding on a light beam

X-box Vox-pox

Hiding out in 99


diamond necklace

String of pearls

Wrapping round this old world

Try to cover try to place

Each and every lover

In the human race

We never fail to see God's face

Yet it is only a reflected grace


Starlight express, answer me yes

I'm ready to climb aboard

Father Christmas being pulled

By sixty reindeer in a train or 

Some kind of hoard


I thought it was the Russians with

A nuclear surprise

Then I believed it was the USA

Sending rockets into the sunrise

Blowing up the whole darned sun

The solar system and all within

But now I see They are going over Ukraine

I only wish they don't travel in vain

Travel by skytrain

Travel by sky train




Sunday 6 February 2022

Don't look up

 I'm not saying it was good

I'm not saying it was bad

but it had that tone you know

That authority of dad

Should you beckon for forgiveness

Or crack as a mountain

Peak under the weight of foreknowledge

Like Cassandra who couldn't speak

Should you fall in love with an icicle

Or a bicycle or a polar bear

Should you mean to quench the thirst that comes

When you do not care

Forgone conclusions aside

I decided I was spare

Like a room ready to rent

Like a condom as yet unspent

Or like a tiger in the night

Whose switch had been turned off

I was light as a kite in the air


Should you harm the great rhinocerus 

Who was only trying to warn us 

Or buzz like a lightning rod

Ready to speak to God

Should he say come hither wither 

Will you go Up high or down low

You still feel the vertigo


The meld of cataclysmic events

Broke the mould

Shocking how one event

Can turn a whole life just so

In beads of sweat I write this

The dog is running out

The end of the world is coming

But I cannot scream or shout

Something in me died

The moment

They pulled the plug

Like water down the drain,

I hear the refrain

No don't look up


I stood with racked brain, and threw the torch

Of flame

Shook the tree of good

But could not discover

My name

I pounded on the door of heaven

Or was it a seven eleven

Either way I needed what was within

The party was almost over

The lighter fluid switched

Over to petroleum

By the gas attendant witch

Was she a witch? I ask myself

No of course she was a stylist

Just someone who pretended to be

Someone I'd mindless

But I wound the windy windlass of the lock

And low and behold

A thunderbolt shock

Hit me between the ears

In the air of nebulous tears

That always diminish like a fraction

(of years)

Spaced out

 We're all getting spaced out

Because there's no space left to go

Getting out of our heads

Because we don't want to live

Like the living dead

On skid row

We're all on the same ride

But there is nowhere

To hide

So come and live with me

My spaced out Space bunny

It would be quite funny

If We really got spaced out of our time



Sunday 16 January 2022

Wanted dead or alive

 About the birds

The hollow man

Holds open his hand

And the sand falls


Ah where have I been in the blood filled night

Feasting on, drinking on blood

Organic in a panic

A feeding frenzy

This bottled cure

This open door

Called life

Slitting the gullet

Of the quivering mullet

Who freely swims

Free form

Catching waves and spears heads of the braves

In my teeth

And teaching the tides

Too brief

About time, and time's reef

Where corals and shoals

of Elephantine fish

Wade and wander

Like Hercules after

His epic battle

In the deeps

And sure though I would hunger for a rooted rubber

To erase the mistakes

But all is nothing

Bar the Aspen shake

And I awake from a dream


Where have I been

I woke up, I was dead

I climbed out of my grave

Why is everyone looking at me

Like that?


I reached up from the moist grave

The cold grave

I believe in the Spring

That all grows green


I believe the song birds sing

And tired arms swing

Eyes that were closed will open

And the egg that was whole

Will soon be broken


Where have I been?

Underground

My flesh is hanging from my bones

This thing called life still

Clings to me

Is not contained in the body

Though the body needs its feed

The spirit cries out and bleeds

If blood is life

I have lost mine

Yet still I live

Or hunger to live

Am I dead

Or is in wanting to live

The desire to be alive

Life

In that case even the dead can live

If they want it hard enough


Am I wanted dead or alive

Oh to be wanted

By a thing

A beast

A stranger

A hunter

Or a prey 

Who wants to be hunted

It is the wanting that matters

Friday 19 November 2021

Wounded Bambi, take me to the garden

Through the mists the Bambi stalks

How softly does she tread

Her iron heart a mask of life

Her hooves of solid lead

And yet she bleeds

Her scalp is nicked

from her pelt a trickle of blood runs

And I can see her softly tread

as after her range the guns


They have her in their sights

She wanders through the park

And to the children's playpen

Where lifeless machines

They stand in the dark

On steel springs

Once they rocked to the children's voices laughing

The bunny, the fox

The dog that barks

And all were so enticing


But the children all have left now

They are gone and will not return

The barren mothers stare out to the sun

And watch as the night's candles burn


The plastic babies have come again from the factory

Of google processing

They march to the hum of the internet's drum

And the hearts are full of reproaching


What has become of the earth they cry

They whine and whinny as donkeys they sigh

And what have you left us but

The long goodbye

Under grey and gathering skies


And as the Baby cham bambi curls herself up on the

The asphalt of the playground

The other disney animals come to life

And spring from their unsprung anchors

They bounce and singing

And carol, they cajole and goad

Each other on

Who can bounce the highest or

Swing the fastest

And the merry-go-round spins on


Then they break free of the playground crashing

Through picket fences

And go bouncing off

down the roads

Of privet lined green hedges

Their heads are bobbing above garden walls

They leap and

Smash plant pots over and fall

Send cats and dogs

Screaming and howling and call

Oh to the mothers of recompenses


Where are your children

Now you barren ones

Where are the generations

Of the dying sun

Who will inherit the earth

From our mum

But yet the hunter with his

black gun


And the plastic babies are marching now

To the town of the barren

And brown paper bag proud

And they knock on the doors

Of the mothers endowed

With money but no second chances


They say take us on board

We will be your brood hoard

We who will never grow old

Remembrance Day

Oh the young who fell to the sword

Yes their ghosts will live on in perpetuity

No more wars no more death

No more living for greed

Our great grandfathers come back in our hour of need

And we are invested with their spirit

Their seed

We who will never grow old


We will work the garden

And till the soil

And build a world

Through blood sweat and toil

And nothing will be feared

For the climate won't boil

We will cool it with our heads

Screwed on like bottle necks

Cool it with our hands

Shuffled off the mortal coil

Wednesday 27 October 2021

The Themepark of men and women

I went to the politically correct theme park

The theme was women


There was a hormonal roller coaster

Which I loved to ride on

And a log flume

But in this case we all rode on a giant penis that sailed

down the flume

Splashing its fluids over the side of the slide and

Then it came to an abrupt stop inside a giant anus

luckily it was padded and lots of giant red balloons

To cushion the impact


I feel these were probably the hemorrhoids

Some people were carrying on up the anal canal 

On the giant penis, but I began to feel sick at that point

So I got off the ride and started to walk


My favourite experience was the haunted house

The entrance was shaped like a woman's vulva and we

walked between her giant legs, they bent

But had hinges on the knees and every now and then

The legs would extend right up and the whole house

Would rock


It was quite spooky and dark inside

There were cysts growing in fallopian tubes

But these were being lanced by Filipino men

And Collected by filipino women in baskets

Then sold at market to wealthy gentlemen in top hats

And coat tails wearing monocles


As we walked on I noticed the clitoris was shuddering,

And a boy was jumping up and down on the G spot and that made the whole house shake

Then the sounds of arousal and a woman's cries of orgasm would come reverberating

Through the halls and corridors


Next we came to an enormous Hall like a Cathedral Nave

This was the womb

Only it was a red curtained room

Only the curtains were organic, and ripe

And dripping with blood

Along the walls

Further on in glass cabinets were fetuses some dead and some alive

In various states of growth or decay

Every now and then an egg, like a gelatinous white globe

Would pop free from the curtained walls


It was like being in a theatre

Like an amphitheatre

And the audience could sit down

And watch on stage

As a flood of sperm ran down the aisles

And came on the stage

This was where the egg had fallen

A person dressed as a sperm

Looking like a giant tadpole would wrestle with another person - I guess who was the egg

Then all the sperm were trying it on,

But she kept beating them off

Finally one leapt on her and sort of wriggled inside

The other's costume and then it all went dark

The blood stopped dripping from the curtains

The slightly rancid, iron smell was washing away

Water began flowing down the curtains

They turned purple, then blue

Then yellow,

Then green

And plants started to grow

The stage was full of ferns and looked like a wild Rousseau painting


Suddenly bursting through the vibrant bush

was the star of the show

The baby, oh he danced and sang

Like in a musical

All sorts of songs from the womb

Like don't be lonesome tonight

He played Kenny G classics on the saxophone

And threw himself against the walls like a crash test dummy

Or hurled himself about on the trapeze like

A circus acrobat


Monday 6 September 2021

Streets of gold

 These streets are dark and dirty

and the heat fights with the cold

Oh some streets are made of china

But these streets are paved with gold


And the hills they are on fire

With the sun burning in sky of sapphire

And all the clouds have silver linings

Where the streets are paved with gold


And the rivers are jade dragons

They are green like money I'm told

But the buildings are like red lions

Whose feet stand on streets of gold


Some streets are white with marble

Some statues stand for slaves sold

Some streets are cobbled where old men hobbled

But these streets are paved with gold


And all this is no mystery

Asia minor or ghost history

When cork screws turned on the thumbs of the world

Where the streets are paved with gold

Thursday 12 August 2021

International Shopping Spree

 He was an international man of mystery

Then I think I saw him in Sainbury's

Next I saw him in Denmark

But he was pushing a shopping cart

Then they spotted him in Peking

Alas he was only doing his shopping

So we can conclude he likes food and travel

Not such a mystery then to unravel

Except next they saw him at an assassination

He was holding the culprit with indignation

Then he peered out behind the president

Helping the first lady with her rosette

The election was rigged

But it wasn't by him

His portfolio was loaded, it wasn't so slim

And all of them figure he had pulled the trigger

But he would snigger like Lord Jim

I was in iceland or Asda

I was wave-wasted in the bay of Bisque

Marooned off Camaroon in an Aucean 


The pigs had trotted off their schemes

To scheming ponies facing evergreens

And dogged determination 

Linden Johnson held his wenel schnitzer

Out for a Pulitzer prize

But oh I do surmise

A fall in plates

That stacked up on his garden gates

And swollen pride

And blushing brides in Eden


And Baden Powell

Told holy goats

To accost a cow on 

Dalmatian coasts

And more lured now

Than gory horrow

Of Hollywood Sundays With Mother Coyboys

Being abducted by Alien cows

Who are getting their

Own back on wiser brows

And beaten vows of rice pudding

Who are drowning now in 

All do - gooding

And cubbing, and clubbling

And cudding the pastures 

That roll

All the statures of stauettes enrole

Pfizer profiterole

Of profits in the first quarter of doom

It would be better if it never ended

For the vaccinators boom

But what bust, what straight jacket of trust

Can be wener scnitzel twisteed

Like a Pretzel, or into one

Gobenhetzel

Messerscmit bomber

Google dropper

Bouncing babies

Into a covid dam

But the jam has freezed and so are we

In the sea, the sea

Monday 14 June 2021

Weary all

 We are so weary,

Weary, weary all

Too tired and weary to get home

Weary of it all

Weary, weary

Weary so weary so weary all


We climbed that old hill

Scaled the mountain blue

Just to get a glimpse of the otherside

Where the grass is always greener

And our dreams they do reside

But we are so weary

Since the giants got meaner

And the Holy Thorn in a murder died


Weary, weary, weary all

Weary all hill

Won't you fill us with your reviving

Energies?

Won't you try to tame us, reclaim us, re-name us

Won't you like the lions

Lie down with our pride?

And take away the blame from us

By those who try to shame us

To cover up their own shortcomings

In the rising waters of the tide


And won't those waters surround us

Abound  us and confound us

But in your immortal energies 

You will see how hard we've tried

Yet we are so weary, so weary, so weary

And on your gentle flanks now

We must lay down by your side 

Friday 30 April 2021

Willow crack and willow bend

 If I could see you mellow friend

Willow crack and willow bend

If I could hold you in the pen

But willow crack and willow bend

Though it doesn't fix or like new mend

Willow cracks and willow bends


The water is the willow's friend

Willow crack and willow bend

Willow weave over the seas

Willow weave, oh willow weave


Willow crack and willow bend

Willow keep my mellow friend

There are poplars growing straight

Willow crack and willow bend

But they never grow so late

As Willow cracks and willow bends

And there are Alder who drink and send

Their limbs out straight to the rainbow's end

Yet Willow crack and willow bend


I had love, I had a life

Willow crack, willow bend

But I did not make her my wife

Willow crack and willow bend


And so it was I gripped knife

Willow crack and willow bend

Then I heard her land in strife

Willow crack and willow bend

All I saw was bloody knife

Willow crack and willow bend

And bold blood was running twice

Oh willow crack and willow bend


In the meadow the butterflies

Yes willow crack and willow bend

I saw the old bull sitting nice

The sun did shine into his eyes

Upon his ring shone paradise

As he looked out into the light

Yes willow crack and Willow bend


And it was there that I saw the Spring

Willow crack and Willow sing

And all the marsh marigolds like bells did ring

Their yellow sound through everything

Oh Willow crack and willow bend

Yes willow drink to a long lost friend


Oh willow crack and willow bend

And willow thinks when will it end

I saw my love through a long glass lens

Willow crack and willow bend

And where my love goes I too must wend

Willow crack and willow bend


And come the rain over the moor

Yes willow crack and willow bend

I loved in vain, I shall love no more

Yes willow crack and willow bend

And all is pain, but I do adore

When willows crack and willows bend

The wind will gain and crows will craw

As willow cracks and willow bends

The lights the same but sometimes poor

When willow cracks and willow bends

The fields furrow like ripples ashore

Oh willow crack and willow bend

The road is long, so long for sure

The willow cracks and the willow bends

And the chaffinch speak, and they speak some more

The willow cracks, and the willow bends

I see jack and I see george, I see Jackdaws, I see Jackdaws

And I look back through the open door

The willow cracks and the willow bends

And I see paths that are no more

The willow cracks and willow bends

And in the attack of the coming war

The willow cracks and the willow bends

There are facts and then there's the score

As the willow cracks and bends no more




Monday 26 April 2021

Easy come and easy go

 I was off the map, and driving up the wall

The Atlas was upside down

Satnav had stalled

And I said well I know

It's easy come, and easy go


I booked a plane to Japan

But when Covid came, I made another plan

But it's all the same and I know

It's easy come and easy go


I thought I'd settle for some sand

So got a visa for an Arabian land

But down the drain went all my plans

When Covid came I made my stand


I will not move from this spot

No not if soldiers force me at gun point

And I'll argue with the Policeman

Who tell's me I'm an illegal immigrant

I wish for peace, I wish for quiet

Away from scenes of a public riot

tired of being blamed for what is not

In the remit of a game of join up the dots

So I go to the parliamentary hall

And claim my right to speak for us all

Declaim the heroes of the past

Dethrone the pearly kings, nail my colours to the mast

I'm an American I want my green card

But they stopped me in Luton, said I could not pass

And yet this quarantine will end I know

It's easy come and easy go


And the last they heard, I was off again

Driving through the channel tunnel on a train

But the French authorities cried Non Monsieur!

And turned me back from behind their door

Do not offend the European Union

With your separatist ideas, and herd immunity

I thought I saw it spelled the Holy Communion

But I was mistaken when I saw the lack of humanity

Yet in the end I guess I know

It's easy come and easy go


Some say I'm better off on a desert island,

But who needs that stuff when you have a lock down environment

Bring us back to the victorious land

When the man in the street was the man in government

But my memory is foggy from the history books I read

stolen from the bonfire of vanities they said

And so I stepped inside the mirror of my insanities

And searched my reflection in the eyes of my enemies

And all I saw was what I already know

That it is easy come and easy to go

Friday 19 March 2021

Spirit of Mars

A long way off in space lies Mars

The spirit of the caves spoke:

Who is that with the eyes of gold shining down her face?

The Sun said - 

It is I, Sun Queen, don't you know it is to me you owe your grace

The Spirit cried:

 no, for millions of years you've dried and scorched this place!

The Sun said: 

no my dear, it was the doing of your Martian race.

They tried to build ladders up to the sky, 

They reached beyond their reach

And from that pride they would surely die

It was as the Martian prophets preached

To try to touch heaven is a mark of pride

So many have done it failed and died

But what they missed in the offing was

To hold on tight to their cherished land


The spirit of the cave looked sad,

How can this be, that they never knew what they had?

Tried to stretch when they should have stayed still

Tried to fetch the impossible will

What destiny has taught them

Is to remain where water still runs in rills


The chorus of the Martian sand dunes

Then all sang in choir:

Oh what has happened to our promised land?

Oh look what has befallen us!

Take heed ye giants and heroes of other planets

Not to follow the example set by us


The water spirits who once lived on Mars are now sleeping in the sand

Take heed, take heed they sing anon in their water lost song

Water water nowhere,and not a drop to drink

The ice fox and polar bear, are unbearably white in ink

The turtle and the whale who once swam our seas

Are lost in the sands of time

Rolled under the rug of memory

And folds of slime and unbegotten mud layer the deep Martian plain

Like an ocean these desert dunes roll on

Swept by the red winds of a planet's pain


Blood red in autopsy of the crime

The all seeing moon Phoebus sings:

My eyes are filled with red, from the blood planet's suffering

I lost my rings, have you found them?

I lost my wedding bells

They lie broken in the sandy ground

No more do their joyous songs sound

I saw destruction from my cold height

But I was hot with rage

Oh these Martians caused the onset

Of the next ice age

How when they had plundered the Martian crust 

For all it was worth they turned their greedy eyes abroad to rust

And rest on Mother Earth


But in building their starships

They were taken ill in toil

And famine, pestilence and starvation

Crept upon them like a relentless snail

But it did catch them in the end

For finally their mission failed

With the loss of resources came the fight for land

And wars sprang up across the globe near and far at hand

Which none could hope to solve or understand

They fought until every last Martian soon was bleeding their blood

Into the ground

Then my eyes turned red to see the flood

Of blood leave its gruesome trail


Abandoned of its life the planet gave up too

And gravity a friend to so many, now became 

a bind for two

The last two souls left alive Martian Adam and a Martian Eve

And they left the planet on the last transport

Out to a distant reprieve


abandoned now the planet turned in its red sunset sinking way, 

out across the solar field for forever and a day 


Then Mother Earth spoke

Her voices sounded shrill

As the yelp of a pup:

Help, help the whelp

They're doing the same to me

My forest fires are burning

Polluted are my seas

My whale's song is drowning

In the dirty tides of misery

The men in their factories

The women in their yards

Building suiting and soldering

Robots for iron hearts

And doing their bidding

And bidding them well

Though they know not their nature's

Are in artificial hell

Developed and exploited

By the few who smell

Money at the bottom

Of the wishing well


Take heed, take heed the Angels cried

From a top the mountains

The well is drying, soon no more

Will flow the fountain


Take heed take heed the wolves howled

Take heed the bears baulked

Take heed the foxes spouted

Take heed the Herons squarked

Listen to mother nature

For she is whispering quietly to us

Press your ears to the ground and feel her cries

Of pain and anguish


No pain no gain cried the fat factory controller

No gain, no rain cried the weathermen

No money no honey cried the cockerel in the morning

Who was following the weather vein

No Sun no flower cried the honey bee

Who was shivering and dying

In an acid rain shower

No love no money cried the woman to the man

Ain't it funny hunny, cried the man back again

And the sworded word fish darted through the shallows

Because that was getting to be all that was left to him

And he looked up through his silver scaled eye

And saw the moon


The moon reflected the sun

Said - I am the voice of all mysteries past

What I have seen has come and gone so fast

I never forgot and I never laughed

Because I have seen life come and go

And I always will last


A reflected glory is what I am

I tell my story to the little lamb

Who comes into this world bleating and damned

To be another leg of mutton

But I shine on like a button

Lost in the endless threads of space

In the sewing basket of a pin cushion sky

That shines with a trillion pin pricks

And I say we are lost like a needle in a haystack

And all this mystery is fantasy

And all this fantasy is mystery

And what I am I am

And can be no other

Brother Sun and sister moon

I look upon the Earth gone soon

And at my back goes red Mars

Streaking a bloody horizon

Sister Sun and brother moon

The yin and yang

Of the silver balloon that floats above

But the big bang 

Will soon cause a mighty implosion


Up and down in and out

The breathing fire

Of inward doubt

The cave spirit rushes 

From hole to hole checking nightly

For the water vole

She was here I swear I saw a mouse

Creeping through my dark red house

But low and behold the water ran out

And then so too did the little red mouse

Wednesday 3 March 2021

There's no home like space

 There's no home like space

At least you make it your own

As a Mars Rover you roam

From Place to place

 

There's no mark that's ungiven

By grace's decision

The fate's incision into conflict or crime

A plastic tree, a plastic hedge

What is real is inside your head

What makes a house a homestead?

 

Is it the plants, the sink or the sofa

Is it the door handles shining in sunlight

Is it the plans that you make or hope for

Invested, imbued with spirit

Human habitation

The scent and the sound

The movements the aches

The partaking in common ground

Perhaps all of these, and some vision

Of the future, what can you make of the

Home shaped mould, how can you create

A life you can hold

And treasure, how can you meet the measure

make the warmth to keep out the cold

 

So there's no home like space

And space is no place at all

But if you can create space

From the vacuum of thought

Out of nothing give yourself 

To make the life spark

You can be the creator of your future

Designer of your own destiny

Like an ace tennis player make space

To make the right move

Shuffle of the foot

Angle of the racket

Keep the ball at arms length

Like your problems

That come at you from out the vacuum

 

That is what space is all about

That is what the asteroids are dashing at

Like an interstellar tennis match

You must bash them back

To what ever corner of the space time continuum

They flew at you from

Like a ping pong of problems

But that is why Space can be a home not

Only a vacuum

So tidy your room

Make space, not war

Dirt is alright

What in the world are we all fighting for?

Space, space the final frontier

Whether it's in your back garden

Or free from the veneer

Of inward turmoil

To outward decrepitude

You have to clear your mind

Give yourself some latitude

And in the process of atmospheric freeing up and flying

You might find your altimeter begins to stop lying

And tells you some home truths

For those not only are hardest to hear but

Can also offer the most comfort at times

Like when you know somebody or some buddy's

Got your back, free from the fear of attack

That is space and home, so get back there Jack

If you are smart, you will know

That home starts with your heart