Poetry

Monday, 20 March 2023

Swan

 Swan you little plesiosaurus

Look you up in a thesaurus

You're a synonym for white


And some how you learnt to fly 

but prefer the water to the sky


I can't control it said the swan

The sky and the earth on this day

I am the king of the pond

I am the mirror bird I say


I hold your reflection in my mind

And I give back you my white in kind


Give back the white

Oh will you read between the lines

Of the black and white

And see through to the otherside of the mirror


Said to the lily, why be a pad

Like a biscuit

I sip from your waterlip

And swill down the plankton

Into my gullet

And you have to give me your yellow

And I'll cut loose Mr goose

And give you back my white


Give me your green Mr froggy

And he said ribbet and swam along

I'll give you my green if you sing your swan song

So the swan sang a beautiful blood red tune

And Froggy gave him his green

And he gave back his white


Give me your brown Mr Otter

And the Otter dipped into the jelly black lake

Said I'll give you my brown if you prove you're no fake

So the Swan rose up like a dragon and beat his wings

And Otter gave him his brown

And he gave back his white


Give me your black Mr Raven

And Raven said no way and flew away

But wait! cried swan, you swore you were my mate

And raven's beady eyes spied him, said Ok

Friend, you can take a piece of my black

And Swan gave him his white

And Raven danced his Magpie jig


Why then, said Swan, with all these colours am I still white?

And the lake spoke up and said you made a grave mistake

While you gave away your white there was no promise made the other way

So the only colour your young may be is grey

To remind you of the trust you had in other animals

Then the white to remind you that all animals lie



Sunday, 19 March 2023

Cloud Cities

 Oh to be up in the clouds

in the castles way up high

Oh to be believing

That I shall never die


Oh to be up in the cloud castles

Where worlds range and people are free

Up in the clouds where heaven awaits

And I am simply me


Oh to be up in the cloud castles

Where so many worlds exist

And inside this, and outside that

And nobody will be missed


Oh to be up in the cloud castles

Where buzzards reign

Oh to be up in the cloud castles

Where we are all the same


Oh to be up in the cloud castles

Up where the cities of gold shine

In the bright sunlight

Where they walk light footed and swift



Saturday, 18 March 2023

Keep learning

 Well they told me that I had more to learn

Keep learning

Keep learning

Everything you learn will be another string to your bow

Keep learning boys


The green holly hangs upon the bough

Keep learning, keep learning

Everything you cherish

Will be gone somehow

Keep learning boys


The friends that we had 

They'll be gone somehow

Keep learning, keep learning

Gone as the green grass

Under the plough

Keep learning boys



Pot of Gold

 If I found a pot of gold

I would buy back the love I sold

But nothing will turn back the clock

And there's no shifting that mental block


If I found a pot of gold

I'd lay a path like the yellow brick road

And riches, property and wealth

Would all lead to corruption of self


If I found a pot of gold

More than anything, I'd want to be told

Leave it alone for it wasn't yours

And it's best not to step through temptation's doors

Thursday, 16 March 2023

The road to Shepton Mallet

 My tax bill came in I said

Wow how come?

The drum on the beat continued to hum

I put down the letter and

Twiddled my thumbs

Wow, I said wow


To the police I give a tenth of my vow

Jeeze Louise, I need to take a bow

For the Fire and rescue, I give a twelfth

Wow, I said wow


Adult social care almost as much as the police

Wow, Moses, Holy crocuses

If their parents never had them

We'd be sweet as roses

Burn that money somehow


Who are these cronies 

In the local government?

Make a change!

Make a change!

Every plan fulfilled

has been painted on the pavement

Make a change right now


Most of it goes on fire and rescue

Drunk people with candles setting light their curtains

Two fifths goes on the local town council

Make a change right now!


Two thirds goes on Somerset County Council

Keep talking, keep talking!

If everything is pink then

We better start walking

Walking to Shepton Mallet now!


Better get in Shape!

Better stop your shirking

Keep working, keep working!

Everyone's a jerk

If you can't quit baulking

Keep talking now


With all this money

Why are the roads still unsafe?

They keep shirking, keep shirking

With all this money

Why don't they fuck themselves?

Keep working now


Work this way until you're in your grave

Keep digging, keep digging

Then some teenager comes along

And desecrates with foam of shave

Keep talking now


Who knows when 

This song is gonna end?

Not me, not me

Let's end it here as it's all going wrong

Council taxes will always increase!

Tuesday, 14 March 2023

Backstabber

 My back hurt me the other day

It was back with a vengeance

Saturday, 11 March 2023

Spilt Milk 1

 There's more to life than dreaming

Dreams they don't come true

Unless you hold onto the seeming

Impossibility of me and you


There's more to the neck of the bottle

Than all the wine that could flow

And if you run at it full throttle

Well the boiler surely will blow

There's more to life than dreams

Dreams they rarely come true


You think this knife is subtle

Well it cuts me away from you

Oh the wolves in the forest 

And oh the sheep on the hill

You cannot get back what you promised 

And this love has a license to kill

Finally she left without warning

Finally I got the final bill

I read the news in the morning

By the afternoon I had had my fill


There's more to life than dreaming

For dreams they rarely come true

There's no use in crying over spilt milk

that tipped over

There's no use in crying over you


I think in another life we were both cats

Maybe I've had eight or nine

But you had the cream of the takings

And now I'm going to get mine


There's more to life than dreaming

For dreams they rarely come true

You 've given me more than I'd bargained for

And now there's no use crying over you


Don't you see that it's useless 

to try to be more than you can be

I think that you should be confused less

As there's no use in crying over me