Poetry

Saturday, 30 March 2024

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 Heading from reading

Left wanting in wantage

Swanning about in Swanage

I don't know who you left me for

As I was driving down the M4

I wish to visit your love funnel

As I'm going through the Dartford tunnel


Had to have a peewee

When I met a kiwi

He held the key

But I couldn't pull him free

He was a stick-in-the-mud

With the blood and the flood



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 love's call?

Beauty stands

Beauty stands

I cannot hold

It in my hands

I must be bold

When beauty falls

Through all the worlds

And wars so cold

And beauty is as beauty calls


And I look upon the scene

The sky is blue

The fields are green

And I know it's all to seem

For beauty stands and beauty falls


And our's is time

And time must rust

All the things we love and trust

Beauty binds us

And beauty must stand and fall


Stand and fall

Like all is dust

To savour a kiss of a lover's lust

A tree in the forest that turns to dust

Beauty stands and beauty falls


As the cows in the field chew cud

And the plain road turns into mud

All we know are the desert and flood

As beauty stands and beauty falls


And I know that my life is blood

And anything I do, I do for love

Because beauty stands and beauty falls

Yes beauty stands and beauty falls


Like time's sands

And castle walls 

Beauty stands

And beauty falls


And like some hands

Whose prayer does call

Beauty stands

And beauty falls


And if your love 

In times are lost

Do not be afraid

Trust in the cross

For that man

Who guards it all

Beauty stands

And beauty falls


And if you walk in a troubled land

Where there are no friends

near to hand

Only the devil's tempting call

Beauty stands and beauty falls

Beauty stands through it all


Beauty stands through it all

The ravages of time

And beauty falls


Beauty stands and Beauty falls

Through our hands

Like crumbling walls

Through it all

He stands

Yes beauty stands tall


And the fires of love burn quick

They beat our hearts with a birch whip stick

And they call love is cold oh love is cruel


Beauty stands through it all

The ways of man

They stand and fall

And beauty is like no other plan

Beauty stands

Through it all




Wednesday, 27 March 2024

Come back to see me

 Come back to see me when the wood is green

Come back to see me when what's past has been

Come back to see me when the ghosts have seen

All your hearts desires washed down the stream


Come back to see me in the college time

When we loved together under the sun's repine

Come back to see me and I'll see you

And we can live again because we were young too


Come back to see me and it will be alright

The day will turn to evening, and then into night

But we'll be together through the rain and storm

Oh come back to see me before we were born


All this together is like leather that's worn

Down to the tethers of the sheep in the morn

And I don't know whether you're tired or torn

But come back to see me and we'll both see the dawn

Sunday, 24 March 2024

tree man

 My skin, it turned to bark

And my ears they turned to leaves

My arms they were the branch

And my legs the trunk and sleeve

I felt my eyes grow dark

But a light there to believe

Shone my inward lark

And Sung on in the eves


I became a tree

I planted myself down

In earth and in the park

A budding swirling crown

Blossoming 

Going underground

 I'm going underground again

Yes I'm going underground

All these things that I have found

Means I'm going underground


I'm listening for the sound again

I'm listening for the sound

Of rushing air

To know you are there

To feel what I have found


Into the void we explore

We reach

We think it's new

But if you uncover what is hidden

What is it you've found?

It wasn't lost - this cavern

It was made without intention

Only by our own invention

Have we invested it with meaning


Humans must project deep significance to each action 

for without it we are sliding through a chaotic vacuum

But does this mastery of emotion

Lead to anything but rationalization 

The ability to see a picture as a whole

But yet framed by our own conception

Nature is still an unfathomable question


How or why we are here, just a drop in an ocean

Yet some frame of reference must be taken

For otherwise fear is the overriding emotion

And the only antidote to fear is love 

Friday, 22 March 2024

Dancing in heaven

 Funeral and a dance

Once you lie

to get your chance

The other pie in the sky

A funeral and a dance

One day


Helen of Acquiescence

Aquitaine Acquaintance

and quantified unqualified


Amid, the shore foot boot leg coffin

Foo mantou ted

Medicated adrenal dance

Of Pituitary gland

Sanded, broke down in castles I once visited as a child

The smell of mown grass and happy freedom of home

 She of the hammerheads

She said, he said, Shark!

And it was all Noah's Ark

And animals, all creatures great and small

And all hopefulness in orange blooms

And plum shower blossoms

And I kicked a football dream

And broke a windscreen

And car crash

Or faces slashed

In pubs far too extreme

This life

This knife

That cuts the marrow

The mustard

Pétard, Pétanque, Jean luc Picard

Cri du Canard Cul de Sac

And don't you look back

As they lower you down

Don't you know you're dancing now

In heaven