Saturday, 11 November 2023
Apples
You had stolen my crown
And you began with laughter
And the bees on the thorn
Or the rose on the horn
They sting or they bleed me
After
And the falling apple spins
It does not bear the wind
It does not count the seconds in time
It has left the tree
It has broken free
And it lands on the grassy slope
Near to the father
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Waiting for the river
Come with the mask that fits
In the second hand kit
But kid gloves are it
In the stagnant pool
Where we sit
Like frogs and think of England
Is this it?
She says jump
And I am afraid of getting wet
Afraid of free fall
Of the height of this wall
I am sitting on
But the water must flow
Somewhere
There must be a river to follow
And I see it snake off
Winding into tomorrow
I must go
There were two frogs who sat on a log
Who sang of the birds and the bees
Along came a dog who howled like a hog
Red-faced it knelt on its knees
And I looked for signs in its face
Of intelligence or innocence or grace
And yet it was wearing a mask
I could not detect or trace
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Any old Adam
Well paradise was full of birds and bees
And elephants with long trunks
Tucked up their sleeves
And God said, look who's that man Eve
And she said - I don't know him from Adam
Now Eve, I thought I told you not to mess around with boys
You know you will break my equipment
These men are not toys
I have already given you several models named Steve
So who's this one Eve?
And Eve said I don't know him from Adam
But Eve said, this one's different, I can feel it in my bones
For now I've set the ball rolling, it's like a rolling stone
And please stop this cajolling, insistent tone
God said do you still believe in me Eve?
Eve said, well I don't know you from Adam
Just then a snake slithered down from up in the leaves
Eve thought he was a rope so gave him a heave
Hey kid quit pulling me down, what are ya tryin to achieve?
Eve said oh you must be new in town, because I don't know you from Adam
Well if that's how you treat a stranger, I think I'll get myself lost
I can see a three leafed clover, there's a manger and a holy ghost
Perhaps if I went in, they might give me a warmer toast
Eve said I doubt it unless you can shed your skin,
They don't know you from Adam
And Adam said to God, I don't know if I really know myself
God said here's a mirror, look within you'll find I am your twin
And so they embraced, like long lost cousins, and Adam got a lump in his throat
And God got a pain in his neck, and before you could say paradise
Eve appeared with an apple
Now I'm willin' to marry a twin, you don't have to ask me twice
But before we tie the ribbon, I think it would be nice
If you can introduce him, the one with the snake eyes
And God said I would but I don't know him from Adam
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Bees in your bonnet
All in the cans of the cantalope
All in the knowledge of the elope
He went with blinkers over his scope
And thinkers in his graveyard's hope
Sure you say the dogs will bite
Well it's you they bay for every night
And the fierce fires roar outside your door
And kites
That soar
Too true the cruel hand of time
Has passed us all by twisted crime
For fate will fall upon the wall
Where sunlight still shines
Then the dial on the church
Shall cast its shadows like the birch
That sways above your kind of love and mine
That's fine
Inside the hour where birds do sing
And the dogs they cower as the bear does swing
His massive claw at your door
Or mine
That's fine
There are bees and birds and hymns
In the gutter with the butter and the pea shooter kings
Who throw their shells like cartridges
Back at black and white partridges
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
The Day the Council Flooded
Always falls on the plain
While the tiger in the woods
Stalks the badger again
The lion down the lane
Roars when I pedal passed
But it seems I can't complain
You either play dead or cycle fast
The council forgot the recycling today
Its been the 19th week
And the rubbish won't go away
Bristol Zoo let out its animals
In a green protest
But I must attest
Though they are a pest
They certainly liven up the place
Then this Noah from number 42
Said he'd solve the problem by counting two by two
Then the rains fell fast
And I believed his resolve wouldn't last
But he'd already built a boat
Called a floating zoo
Well the council didn't like it
But they had to accept
It was a darned sight better
Than what they'd come to expect
And yet still the bin men didn't come
Now the water table you could dine one
We found plastic milk bottles
Lashed together make a fine pontoon
To stand on
And Noah he took the animals round a tour of Salisbury plain
That had become the new hotspot of flood tourism
And migration again
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Great White Egret
Come spread your white wings
About my rusty springs
Oh Egret of the Sandy lands
Up here in migrant fare
Come be blown like a sack cloth
Pure white as a snow flake, sin-free
Come spread your angel wings
About me, sit in my Ash tree
Come burn a white hot flame
Down by the cold black lake
And write in your smoke signals
The message of my mistake
You are my guardian Angel
You take away my pain
I pray to you Great Egret
Far off in the beating rain
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Fairy tale migration
Goldie is a hair dresser
She makes bears look better
And is an animal beautician
Red riding hood is a ranger
who hunts wolves
Her God mother comes to stay
She has turned into a migrant worker
That's the American way
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.