Poetry

Monday, 17 January 2022

Long shadows

 Long shadows

Long shadows

That fall across the field

When the blazing sun bows down to kneel

On the brow of the hill

Where Abraham brought Isaac

A son he would've killed

Long shadows, long shadows

But we have only begun


The slaughter house squealed

The dogs lost their bark

The trees they all peeled

As the day turned to dark

Long shadows

They fell from the sky

Like a lark

Long shadows

Long shadows

Cast by Noah's Ark


The Sea flood rises

And the oceans they broil

The sailors are drowned

Despite their hard toil

No mountains surrounded

No trees hanging low

But long shadows

Long shadows

Where did they go?


Just then the shadow

Of a wandering dove

Came dropping its parcel

Of heavenly love

An olive branch was offered

and Noah gripped it tight

Like long shadows

Long shadows that turn into night


Oh they sailed their ship on

Down through the strait

And the seas they receeded

And they arrived at the gate

A new Eden was breeded

And it was not too late

For long shadows,

Long shadows they marked out no fate


Only the will

To be rid of the past

To turn over new leaves

To smell the fresh grass

Of hillside as green and 

as lush it could last

While long shadows

Long shadows

The sun no longer cast

Sunday, 16 January 2022

March on

 Oh they are going, walking down the road

Finding the friends

We have lost

But still we've knowed

Onward they march to

The tune of beating drum

Hark hear the Angels sing

Ere the mourners come


On down the road

They forever march

Into the hands of war

Which hold them in grasp

Twist them and pull them

Into monsterous form

Hark hear the Angels sing

Ere the gathering storm


Further they go from us

All loss, but who's to know

The charts upon the ocean

Where our ships are tossed

Keep up your heart's courage

Through night until the dawn

Hark hear the angels sing

The hour our hope is born

Turkey

 They help us in the calling

Of a Colombus flower

The dirt off the shoe

Of a kangaroo

And the bell rings in the old 

Church tower

Each of these are mercies see 

When it comes to addressing the bones

The dead rise up in the swamp

In the swamp

And there they try to atone


For to kill the thing you love is worse

A worse sin

Than Heaven above knows

To tap the shoulder of the devil of love

To confuse him with being alone

To change your clothes in a waterfall

To fly and see the whole of the rainbow

Only complete when you've left the earth

A thousand feet below


Is this what the angels see papa?

When they look down from their clouds

Do they see rainbows and rings of colours?

Do they have rain in their eyes?

Does it rain where they are?

Is the mist of the stars

Too much too much to know


Is it a bird or a country, Turkey

Is Van Diemen's land a constellation of stars

Look let me show you how to sit on the bed

How to Span it with an arched back

How to raise your spine and look at the stars

Wheel above

As the bed turns like a carousel

And eternity spins high above us

Let us look at the crown of stars

Look are they another country?


Let us look at the man in the attic

Who was just looking for birds

As a buzzard swoops down onto the carcass

You say look it was a turkey not a country

In the end

But how can you tell in this land

Of cow pats

And early rats 

Who hunt near dawn

How can you tell who is telling the truth?


And why did you speak to the stranger like that?

My mother says to me

Because he was hiding in the attic

Because he likes to hide in the reeds

And he stalks birds and creeps up on them

And captures their souls secretly in his photographs

When they don't know it

He steals their beauty, that was only meant for nature 

And the morning to see

And it is only the vague dread they feel

Of being watched, by these silent men

Who wait like snakes in the grass


He wore a hat that was too small for his head

Like a cap on a battery

A bald battery with a broad jaw

Like Buffalo Bill

She said

And I told him that

And next time I looked he had fled

Or else there were vague shufflings

But I could not see him

Hidden in the reeds

Of the attic

A secret


And so I went out into the wide world

To look for him,

Like my mother and father once said

Look for yourself

Find yourself

But I kept needing the toilet

And so I ran back up to the attic

Where my secret fears were kept

In the house of tears

And I met the man who was running there

Too

He said I was born to sit for hours on the toilet

Waiting, I bring a book

So you go first

And then I tried the different wooden doors like beach huts

But some were occupied

Until one was vacant

But a lady came there first

So I gave it to her

And nothing was free 

then

Except the country and the turkey

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

love bird

 When the death of desire reaches up

Like fingers of a twisted tree

And love fled like a bird from my hand

I let it go

I let it go

But did not let love grow

Thursday, 13 January 2022

Lying on my sofa

 Lying on my sofa

Like I want it all

Like I want it all to come to me

Lying on my sofa

Just napping, napping,

Napping to eternity

Lyng on my sofa, lying on my sofa

Like I want it all

Just lying on my sofa

Just being a loafa

It's so funny


Lying on my sofa

I'm so happy

in a nappy

Lying on the sofa

I'm happy without

a nappy

I'm lying on the sofa now


Stretching my feet out

Stretching my feet out

Oh I'm lying on the sofa like some kind of Goffer

Lying on the sofa now

What do you go for, Christopher?

What do you go for now?

I go for lying, napping like a lion

Lying on the sofa now


Come on palm trees sway

Come on ocean spray

Come show me coconuts

All dropping on the butts

Come on palm trees sway, 

Come on feel the ocean spray

Oh come on coconuts

Dropping on those big brown butts

I said sofa, sofa

Sofa so good

Lying on my sofa,

Just being a loafa

Lying on my sofa good


You can come and join me

Come and join me in the neighbourhood

If you're around about this town

You can come in from out the hood

Lying on my sofa

Come and sit down upon my knee

And we'll enjoy being goffers

All through eternity


Wednesday, 12 January 2022

Dogs alive

These are the dogs of war

Little Chihuahuas, with their spirits so Ya Ya


Careering headlong into the fray

And other Jack Russells that go for your ankles


And can bring a lion to bay

German schnauzers with sausage dog trousers


Short in the leg, but not in the tooth

And husky sheep dogs who cough near to dusk

And end up lying down on white truth

 These are the dogs of war

You say

Let them loose

Let them run away

They were born to have fun

Wild dogs on the run

Oh let them loose, let them loose 


Cocker spaniel beagles





Whose ears point up

When they hear their queen shuffling

In her slippers and cup

Of cocoa ready

For a lie on the rug

Or a cool collection of the latest little pups

 

And dogs die in hot cars

Don't you know

And a dog is for life not for Christmas


And stray dogs fall foul of criminals

On the prowl

So, keep them home and wrapped up

 

German shepherds make police dogs


They can sniff a drug deal out

From five thousand yards

At airports, they are trained as land sweepers


And ready with spider senses to follow up hard

 

Labrador and Golden retrievers

Make such wonderful believers


They can make a blind man see, if you follow after me

They say I'll guide you home to your happy family

 

But there are those who will turn up their noses



Like Dalmatians with coach dog special poses

Who think themselves better than the queen of red letter

And whose furry pelts Cruella tried to get her

 

But best of all are the Socrates, who think with a tilt of their heads




They remember the names of the toys you have said

And can go and collect them for you faster than

Postman Fred

 

These are the philosopher kings of dogs

They soar intellectually above the others like Gods

While your average might know only two words

These Descartes and Aristotles are on ten at least

So never sit down to a game of chess with one

Unless you're half-witted or you'll lose your crown

And Dogs will rule humans in a world upside down

Where black is white, and a dog can frown