Love and marriage

 The moon is like a penny

Shining in the 

Dark pocket of the sky

Half of what you want

Like a cradled baby

Hanging

The lawn is like your mother frozen in the dew

Half of

What you 

want

Knowing, always knowing

What the

world is coming to

The dog, I had to mention

Because dogs are like our angels

Or like our cousins

They always turn up, and you must expect them

At inconvenient moments

And a marriage gone wrong

Is like a dog that keeps howling

Because you know

That she/he needs feeding

Love or attention

But you can't quite bring yourself

To tear yourself

Away

From what you are doing

To respond

And so it keeps whinning

Until finally

It runs away in the night

and never comes home

Trundle rhyme

 He is the red island recruit

Of stupid sums occurring

Down the parklands ever burring

From the thistle to the fruit

He is common as a tractor

Outside of a reactor

On the farmland of xfactor

Who grows the unknown brute

And out he comes in fields

Along the hedgeline in search of a meal

In the plethora of woodland

Birds of long pursuit

But what covid flame

Has burned his covid name

Into ponies rump and side

By the river where he cried?

I can only guess at what

Was not spoken but was forgot

In the hours of the chimes

Before the ponies joined the rhyme

And all fairground castles

Are turning, turning pastles

About the necks of doves

Who harmless fly above

love on the rocks

 Well if I had given you more

Would you have walked out the door

Or if I had given you less

Would you have stayed it is anyone's guess

As it was I did enough

Life got hard, then it got tough

But I saw you through the bad days

Like a bright light illumines dark haze

And I sing for everyone sung

When days were long and work never got done

And I sing at the top of my lung

For the yoke was held though we both were free

For the sea swelled and my heart it might burst

For all the love in the world

Lovin' you is the worst

And my voice yelled, well am I not cursed

For lovin' you last means lovin' you first

In Tenby

 I'm in Tenby, I'm in Wales

I'm in the place where reality, breaks down and it

Fails

I'm in a hotel, I'm in an arcade

Can you hear me! I've made a park raid

They're smuggling bottles of Jack Daniels

Across the bridge and Bristol channel

Can you hear me we're in a party

And the only way out of here is art see

I walk the carpet along the corridor

It is dark, and it is tomorrow or

It could be today, but it is 2b

Or not to be, one day more

In Tenby

Life buoy

 They will fleece you in the desert, and fleece you out to sea

They will grease you like a pheasant

Preserved in modernity

They will take without asking

Put you under their control,

But most of all,

Young man, young man

The will take the life from thee

There will be no bones picked or flung

No stone too big

For to be hung

As a mill stone about your neck

Oh, peck, peck you chickens

Peck, until the blood spots fleck

Crow, crow in the morning

Until the sun comes dawning

And you know the day is come

Freedom rises like a star

Look up, look up

You know you are

Lucky to have this

World, this land

This natural sea

Beautiful sand

Come rejoice in the gift of life

And live for 

once so many did sacrifice

Thier own for you to live

In the freedom you have

Live the life you were given

In this earthly paradise 

Twin's birthday

 One day, one day

Two babies were born

From the tummy of their mummy 

Near the holy thorn

And they rolled and they tumbled

Down wearyall hill

And so one grew up with an acrobatic skill

And the other with a sensitive artistic bent

And she made sculptures that's what that meant!

And they both were tied with a mysterious bond

Because they were twin sisters of each other were fond

And soon they brought two babies of their own into the fray

And now and then when they're together Georgia and Elfi will play

And who knows what adventures both will soon be having?

But I know that I love them all, and to know them I am loving!

Happy Birthday Katrina and Tarn!

Penn hill

 Upon Penn hill

Where the pheasant trill

Their startled bagpipe tones

I am alone on cobble stone

Where the bridlepath lays still

Where is the bride? Whose marriage is

It I am running to?

And where is the altar of marathon

Who will be my bride?

Upon Penn hill 

Where the scruffy magic mushroom pickers glean

And hurry and harry the tuffts

That carry their magic bean

And the farmer who sits in his rover and scowls

And the mast's falling over

Because of the owls

The red planets are rolling down pen hill

And a mars bar a day will likely make you ill

The red planets are tumbling

Like bulls down the meadow

Rolling over dozing sheep

There is a war of bells

These red globes collide with churches

Knocking over towers, and school halls

And crushing cars parked in roads

Others swerve out their way

Out their way run the flock, the parishioners, the beadle and the cock

Who crows out his warning in tides of socks

That come falling from the farmer's wife's chest

The mushroom pickers themselves probably think they live on Mars

Wandering around the base of the Microwave tower

Sending them their digital waves, or beaming out to stars

Their mushroom addled brain saves all this as useable power

First they see the footage of the first man on the moon

Then Neil Armstrong is next to them feeding them from a spoon

Saying get better young man America will need you soon

When in reality they are in a Mendip field on a Saturday afternoon

Then suddenly a pheasant beater is perched upon a wall

Calling to his pheasant shooters with his favourite border collie

And as you jog the trees they toggle, in a sense they freeze

And rocks and salt all fill your throat with words you cannot say

And daleks from Mars remind you of those heady summer days

When all this dust, was just like lust, that fades into moon haze

And I can hardly hold it, the weight of boulders up the valley

The weight of feathers waiting to be exploded

By the shot-guns held in shoulders, or cradled in the arms

Of rich and upper class tories who love to tell their stories

Of how they shot down Mars with one moon shot

And wiped out the disease of the red spot

When really the virus like the pheasants came from

Jupiter instead

And Io was with Europa looking on shaking her head