Poetry

Saturday, 22 April 2023

Pesty

 Dragnet fishing in the lower depth

Pest control of the ants nest

Mother sighed fair thee well

And shot a star straight into hell

God was angry at the saint

Who had all but forgotten to paint

The stairway to heaven

And Heaven's restraint

Was not what I would have called

alright, it ain't


Come on tide me over the hills

The boat is heavy

And the way is shrill

And the carbon dioxide plants will kill

Me, thy might, but not before entropy


The dog of oxygen barks and pants

And I am itching from the chaotic ants

Whose will is even and reason will rule

But that's not what they should teach in school

Teach that might is right

Because opportunity knocks

But relativity bites

And he who can seize the bull by the horns

Will master disaster ever since he was born

And she who runs a pork-bellied chop

Will end her days working in a pawn broker shop

Because far below the soft metallic sky

There where they people like ants too afraid to die

And they gave thanks to the blue coloured dye

That kept them in business with the 

Telegraph guy

He told of archangels with troubled wings

Whose broken promise made him lose things

That were not his alone to keep

But he lost them alone, and that made him weep


The spider crawled upon the shelf

And all God's creatures help themself

To Wine and beer and telemetry boxes

Because short circuits are bad for red little foxes

They will bite and gnaw through miles of wire

And force the land to burn in raging fire

Night and day

 Hear the owls of night

They are poets burning bright
Each new sound a hundred more
They do set fire with bells aroar
Their loquacious tongues
do sing the hymn
Before the bat king (hung in the rafters)
To the cat clung tight in doors
stretching its carpet claws
And to each sound my ear is a tuned
As the play of light on your face by the moon
And right be right
wrong be wrong
You too my love
May hear the owl's song

Thought at night is there by right
Thought by day may go and play
Though I love the evening time
And run to it with body and mind
My love is free
As the roots of a tree
For in the day the truth to find
And yet it also must be true
That as night follows day
So I follow you
And being as one who sees
 but does not say
I will keep you a secret
from this to the last day

And comfort is blind
To the trials of love
It is good it might find
In the darkness above
A light of star to guide
While the night we abide
We pray that the day
May be more merciful and kind
So scurry not
To the scarecrows lot
With flightless birds from the sea

Blue caesars

 Blue caesars

St Peters
Concubines
and turbines
turn wood from heels
to the eels
of salad dressing rebels
in the sinking sun
of a million buns and tokens of love
drugged by the stuff
that call to your heart
Totem pole dolly girls ready their seeds
to prayers and missions
in the countries art museums
That hold vases of flowers
As if earthly powers
Could some how
their seeds lay to rest
In it's appalling jest
Of some prison convict
Of who's innocense he protests
Inside the judges chambers
I lay my case the best I can
There is no equality in this world
Except the grace which is Natures Rod
The country parks hold festivals
The towns streets are full
Love transcends this wearied world
As each generation calls man God
Then fights for rights to rule
Each side believes they are top dog
The heinous crime that was His murder
Has left its mark on the faces
He created
In the pool of tears that Man is standing in
What leaves our flesh but love and sin
To lead the selfish to the test
Of nightmare or dream
Contested by the seas colours
See the grey turn into green
See the flag ships on them rolling
Confused when green turns to blue
And there is no line between
heaven and ocean
when there is no boundry
which walks beauty's line
The Train wreck of my heart is swollen
In the voices of the wind
But who's shirt now have I stolen
When I see the colours run from black to red
Upon the turf where we tread
Upon the roads that leaves the sod
When we eat the bread that bitter tastes
When the grain is small and shriven
As your love when you feel mine

What is this law
that nature has writ
That all good things die
But to save our lost wit
So too shall the bad things
die though not so quick
What are the laws that man has made
In place to confirm his face
In Godly Halls
Yet where does his dominion reach
As man is stranded away from God
Upon the other beach
He killed his God
Sometime back in the days
When capitalism breached
The walls of his holy house
Then layed so too by his self love
In his bed of roses
Yet his bed has already forgotten
Mans existence,
The years have trodden it out the way
We are each divided from another
By the time that our love does decay
Only one love when reached
Can fulfil the vacuum that
lies under the sun
There is just one love, only one
And that commands its law
With iron rod
That which transcends the bonds of time
The love in one universe alone
That Spiritual love of God

Man of Sand

Here I stand

a man of sand
which time does wash away
My only relief
From the ocean reef
Greets my face the cool sea spray
As each grain of belief
falls to the waves beneath
and a man mould of clay
A new man of sand
who now may stand
To greet a bold new day

Here I stand
a man of sand
One which the ocean may carol
but which part of me is given
which part has it stole
Which land locked heart the key?
Love is strange, love is bold
Love grows weary, then is old
But each grain new
My hand does hold
As if of silver, as if of Gold
And as this cursed melody
Rolls with tide and ocean wave
A man of sand
does too give way
To love bold, and love brave

Yet here I stand
a man of sand
And across the sea I reach
For to hold the hand
Of my love who stands
on the other beach
Time has ravaged each of us
The sands of time do fall
And what was once sand in your eyes
Now my sandy voice does call
Oh Love is but a shifting quick sand
Into it each man may fall
and who amongst us would reach across
Who would answer your loves call?

Japanese boy

 I'm telling you it's a cupescience of over rated nonsense

It's a total cacophany, over brillo-creamed joy

It's a sad requiem for a gutteral cathedral

Of half pandered to over cooked Japanese Boy

Well old boy I see in your hair you have cats, and rats

And some signs of despair

And travelogue dialogues of repeated festoon

With the words and the manner of Sigfreid Sassoon


Where as here the Close encounter electronic keyboard wind chimes

Seem to turn on the salient cosmic times

And left like a marker in somebody's film

Oh they are here you can see them,

They are here I fear

The alien anthem of the black and white bear


What is it we want beyond a salad and brunch

What do we crave but eggs and bacon

And can we find the time for this kind of rhyme

When the train has nearly left the station

Sunday, 16 April 2023

Strawberry line song

Chorus:

 Sharp the bill hooks, rev up the saws

Slash the nettles and bend the stalks

Burn the brash, pitch in with forks

What we do in the great outdoors


Verse 1

Hack with axe and level the ground

Pull up the roots and cut down the vine

Raze the tree and throw on the mound

And when we're finished before we recline

Burn it on the Strawberry line


chorus


Verse 2

Open the flask, pour out the soup

Pull up a stump and tell our stories

Laugh at a joke til we're cock-a-hoop

Share the tea bread like we share our glories

Serve it on the Strawberry line


chorus


Verse 3


Dig over, dig under the railway banks

Hazel, Oak and Mountain Ash

Dogwood and Hornbeam we plant with thanks

Trudge back from the site when heavy rains lash

Planted on the Strawberry line

Saturday, 8 April 2023

April amble

 The bee did wend its buzzing way

Bumbling hither and tither and gay

In the spring's new light of day

Searching out its food


The willow catkins dangled down

A clutch of lanterns green, yellow and brown

The bees fandangled in their crown

And danced a gleeful jig


The season showed its streams of green

Its colours bright upon the scene

Though wind blew cool then warm and keen

The Merry sun did brighten


And winter shed its skein of cold

The spring snake slid out green and bold

The foreman shouts take hold, take hold

As the curtain falls to dampen


And in the sky the stars appear

Bright and bold, wild and clear

The fire flies dance in good cheer

Of silk they've spun to lighten


And quests take hold

And nests appear

the young are bold

and the rest are near

As I walked out

upon an April amble