Poetry

Tuesday, 31 October 2023

Fir tree Pet Hotel

 Cats with suitcases

Cats taking the suitcases 

From railway platforms

Passing eachother on the underground

Suitcase and hat on

Suitcase in hand


Dogs taking it easy in the hotel room

Just kicking up their feet

And taking a sip on a pinacolada

A Basset hound with a bloody Mary

A chiwawa with a gin and tonic

Oh the pets are enjoying their holiday

In the pet hotel


Won't you take me to the Pet hotel

Pet hotel is where I wanna stay

Away from my master for a week or two

In the Pet Hotel with you


Yes you can pet me all you like

You can mollycoddle and do what you like

But I'm a dog with my animal rights

Yes I want a holiday too

I'm going to the Pet Hotel

It's out in the sticks and stones

And little puppy dog tails and bones


I'm going to the Pet Hotel

It's not like a zoo

There are no prison guards

there's no cages too

Yes it's a Pet Hotel and I want to 

Stay there with you

Do do, do do, do do- do-do 


It's a Pet Hotel come on everyone

And kick your feet up in front of the fire

It's a Pet Hotel, anything you want is alright

In the pet Hotel


It's the Pet Hotel

Everywhere you go

In summer or snow

Yes Pet Hotel, you can forget about your cares

You can leave your worries at the door

Or under the stairs

Pet Hotel there's no door mat

To wipe your paws

Pet Hotel come on in Cat

You can sharpen your claws

And treat all your sores

De-tick your fur or cough up your balls

Pet Hotel I'm not trying to infer

It's mine when it's obviously yours




Rain on Ukraine

 The fits and starts of summer

Tarts

The rain, the rain just falls

And I complain about Ukraine

But nothing else appalls

I walk in hearts and apple carts

Upset in old St Pauls

But don't news dart

Like newts that fart

all about waterfalls


The rain, the rain, the rain

That falls

In buckets from the clouds

And England's island is the size and

I cannot be more proud


I had fallen ill on top of the hill

An ailment faced with scorn

But whether it is time I kill

I did not know when born


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