Mysterious ways

 Yes you work in mysterious ways

Yes you work in mysterious ways

From the smell of celeriac cooking

To the midsummer's haze

Yes you work in mysterious ways

There are paths where I walk

Reminds me of younger days

Seemed so much better than the present

Wrapped up in rosen glaze

And there are times when I talk

Or I see a woman's face

And I think you must work

In mysterious ways

Yes it's all a mystery I can't read your play

What I guess is behind the scenes

You are moving backstage

But I wish for you to be back

With me some days

You just say read my back pages

He works in mysterious ways

And there are some fruit trees

That in the breeze do sway

And I know the ghost of your electricity

Hovers above the haze

And I say with my earnesty

That I wish your ghost could stay

But you say in your own honesty

He works in mysterious ways

Searchin' for water on Mars

 I look out my window

At the shining stars

And think why is it

I can't get a job

Even parking cars

When somebody closer to God

Has a job that's raised the bars

Yes you might say it's a divining rod

But they're searching for water on Mars

Searching for water on Mars boys

Yes searching or a lurching

It's creeping and a seeping

Lookin in the nooks and crannies

Searchin' for water on Mars

Well what did you know

When there's a drought down here

And they can't get a drop from the tap

And some poor fellow in Africa

Has to walk half the continent's map

Searchin' for water on Earth should come first

Let's save the kids from starvin'

And try at least halvin' their thirst

But we can't they say we're savin our farthins

While we're raising the bars

Searchin' for water

Leavin' none for the urchin' daughter

But only so we can drive more Tesla cars

Yes we're searchin' for water on Mars

There's a foot print I hear that's on the moon

And they've written poems about it

Like Seigfreid Sassoon

And many men did die in the attempt

Just like the first world war

Many lives got spent

Searchin for the man in the moon

Well back then they felt robbed

Of the best men 

Yes football stadiums were mobbed

By protests then

But this time it could be Joe Bloggs

Or another movie star

But the climated change is logged

By how many trees have fallen so far

to pave their way on their road to Mars

And there's already not enough air

And too much of it is hot

And it's floating up there

Into what can never be and what is not

Well sometime we're gonna have to face it

We all must die sometime

But why must we ruin the planet 

In the process, it's hightime

I can't stand it

Let's accept death and life are one gambit

And just get on and play the game

It's not poker 

And we needn't hide our hands

Let's lay our cards on the table

And learn from the fable

Of Narcissus

Not to fall in love with our own reflection

Nor find glory and self gratification

In the stars

And so let's stop searchin' for water

Oh the lurchin's never what it oughta

Just ask Icarus who was a lamb to slaughter

Let's stop searchin' for water on Mars

Moon in the window

 We're like chalk and cheese you and me

You are the calcium cabonate crayon

Drawing lines on the

Blackboard night sky

Teaching me my times tables

Tide times

Hand writing

The moon stroke

With the magic i

Magic finger glowing

Pointing the way

I trace your lunar digit with my own

And learn to write

In moon language

To speak in moon words

And mirror tongue

Reflections

From behind the mirror of the sun

I am the soft cheese that lies soaking in a bath

Or the hard cheese I feel when things do not

Follow my chosen path

I am holy cheese

With holes in my faith

Tell God your plans they say

And you will know he acts in mysterious ways

Weeping willow

 Weeping willow canopying the water

Silk assassins daughter

Shorter than a pine

Taller than I thought her

Filigree pedigree

Dogs bark acid tongues

And Ringing out the headaches

Thumbs through leaves

Of countless words

Whispered in the shushing eves

Hushing wind

Rushing, rushing then quiet mind

Meditative tree

Spindles, spider thread

The yarn droops

Like stiffened drool

Hardened into tools

The searching stalactites hand down

Divining rods detecting water sources

Sniffing out the wet stuff

Thirsty suckers thread

Weeping its drooping head

Sad maybe, or only inexhaustibly thirsty

Like it's been wandering in a desert for days

It will try any mirage, or true Oasis

Plumb any well

Where there's a weeping willow

There's a watery will

Weeping beech

 lolloping giant

Sheep dog shaggy

Elephant trunk and arches

benches bunk branches skunk

tail waving laughing, laughing

Trumping and dancing a shaggy hippy stomp

Shaking the shady chandeliers

Swaying all baying in 70s flares

To the age of Aquarius praying

Leaves like feathers ruffled chicken fella

Born out of shape and time

A little too heavy in the arms

Dragging knuckles on the ground

Chimp-charrooing like a monkey aping an ape

Gorilla tree, Green man

Jolly green giant

Acer Red

 Acer Acer dancing like a geisha

Star leaves cherry red

Dancing in the summer wind

Catch the current star fish seas

Like a carpet to the Oscars tread

Acer, Acer lipstick chaser

Kissing the sun with smacking lips

flashing and slashing, whip-lashing

red sashing

Bull ring matador

evading horns of the wind's thrashing

bloodied eyes bled

Through the aquarium of the conservatory

underwater, under wind

birds are fishes swimming

Geisha red Acer sea weed tree

Treblecleft textures

 What do you say to the twigs that fall?

The whispering Starlings shush shushing

The air and all

Hushing the reeds like a lullaby

The level's baby to sleep

Moses drifts up in a basket

Somewhere down the Euphrates

And the crocodiles all drown

In their own tears

The borrowed frowns of bucaneers

Postpone the hate of conquering years

In which enemies fall at their gate

But No speck of blood falls

In their spotless cities

No nagging horse neighs

Without the controlled rumble

Of cannon fire

And I am the tear

That rolls down the knoll

The fear in the belfry

When I hear the bell toll

Another and another soul

Yet elsewhere the sky is yellow and bold

And the bright blue sea shines like gold

And a penny is tossed splashes and ripples

The cats and dogs dash, the priest has his tipple

The hum and roll, the ebb and flow

Of cavorting children

And parents extoll the virtues of being virtuous

And how sadness lies like misty veil

Over the memory of this town

But some professors write

That all things come around

Again, as they sweep through cloistered halls

In black and white gowns