Rainbow

 Buy me a rainbow

Pay for it with a pot of gold

I've heard tell, it will rain though

Summer sunshine leaves

Come don't believe all you've been told

Not unless its make-believe

Come on and buy me a rainbow

I just need it for all of my dreams

Family of seasons

 Father of the winter

Mother of the summer

Call me to your homeward stack

Like a bee I fly to the hive

Like a gull on the wing

I glide

Cold climes, harsh times

The season's flak

Sway in the bristling pines

I look for my father in the winter

But my mother in the summer time

Bodza utca 2021 Summer

 All the bells and the whistles

And the flights taking off

The shoes on the run way, the tarmac 

going soft

In the heat that feels like the street

got a cough

and is wheezing and teasing the trees to turn off

But the trees are shy and turn their branches away

As the birdies they fly from the nests where they stay

And the shadows crawl across the hours of the day

As Bodza street wakes in it's inimitable way

The dogs begin their barking and the trucks

begin to rumble and the whole earth shakes

But the foundations do not crumble

And the plane takes off, or a different one lands

As they groan in their descent, like the ascent of man

And there are some neanderthals and some who stand up straight and tall

And there are some cathedrals which ring their bells to cap it all

and then there is the pigeon calls who hum and burble coos 

in the leaves of the trees of the capital

And the burgeoning degrees of freedom stand

Like men and women shaking hands in separation April

To Self isolation autumn

The diggers and the straight laced boots of my degradation

And fastening don't get cute

Before seat belts became a regulation

Then car crashes and tobacco stashes,

Lie in the police station

Autumn sun

 The Summer's gone

The Autumn comes again

On a song, of falling rains

And if it's not right

Then no matter what you do

It is wrong, 

time and time again

Come undone

Come together like the dew

In the morning on the grass blades

When you flew through

The sky, oh you tern or curlew

When you flew time and time again

Come undone

Like the winter time that grew

wind and light 

Come apart again

Autumn rain

 Autumn rain

Down my window pane

The world is ill, yet it's turning still

Like a stolen photograph

I keep looking back upon the past

And yet the rain fills my palm

And I know I won't come to any harm

Take me back down memory's lane

Take me there though not in vain

Just a place and just a time

When we were free, and we were fine

Out on past the fields of corn

To the haunted woodland torn

Through darkened valley's way

Giving birth to a bright new day

Brick by brick

 What does my building say about me?

A Church, an apartment

Or you might live in a tree

An Italianate, baroque palatial frieze

A facade on the cards or

a post office parquet

You might live in a bank

And call it Art

You might be a river rat

And think that you're smart

Does living in a vault mean you are at fault?

Or down by the green meadows

Not mean you're ever in shadows

For do we choose our homes

Or do they choose us

Each is a road to Rome

It is do it or go bust

But is it all as capricious as the wind

Torn by time and trust

Dumped down by the tempest

Having circumstances thrust upon us

Well wild is the wind

In the corner of the park

Wild winds blow chill in

The foreign country's dark

But run from your home

Or stay still and rust

It's all just a rolling stone

That gathers no moss

And happiness is a home

A home is where the heart is

Comfort and some bliss

On the road to Rome

Look out for your pension

Don't worry about inflation

Negative equity and property booms

On the Road to Rome

House price increase

Mortgage decrease

Only in a blue moon

How about not thinking

doom and gloom?

In the parking lot of common sense

Where the council takes its recompense

And even woodland elves help themselves

To the goodies on the shelves

Greed and self-reliance

Blowing hot air over vipers

Of envy and jealousy

And competing neighbours

And every day seems like a fight

But though I know that don't seem right

It's what makes the winning and the losing

An end in themselves

And so petty rivalries from conclusions

Drawn from some imagined illusions

Of another's backstabbing collusion

Should be vanquished like the night

Yet when truth shines on a light

As I know in my heart it might

Despite all dark forces of might

That bear the shadows of night

I cross my finger and the road

I just keeping carrying this load

Just wish to let go but don't

Because I believe in the light

Mid stream

 If you need anything

Let me know

I need a fish head

I need the legs

To walk on water

Like an Ariel

I need a chance

Heads or tails

Open mouth of whale

Swallowing up a Jonah

I need a fishmonger

Market stall

For sale or rent

My suit of scales

Cheques and balances

I need a spout

I need a fluke

Over the moon

I had a whale of a time

Turning on a dime

I went down to the river bank

And cast my line

I asked the water for some message

I hadn't heard of mine

A fish it jumped

Its tail thumped

Upon the bank it pined

I threw it back

Into the sump

Of blackness and of slime

But far below

The river did flow

Like a life in its prime

What waste to catch a rotten fish

When other fresh waters wind

And I may walk to other rivers

That will give me back my time