Poetry

Monday, 13 May 2024

The projector

 The projector comes down to earth and shows people slides

Arnold Schwarzenegger has to fight him

Corked

 The dogs are walked

The lamp lights shine

The telegraphs talked

Over the country line

And I am corked

Like a bottle of wine

Spang-dangled

 Boiling in

And out

First the trivial pursuit

Of doubt

Then the carver's knife

Bullet bitten

For a bulletin

Shooting down

Crossing out


And brown belt

They kicked ass

In the dining room

Breakfast cart

Fugue spoke

Spang-dangled

For the banner

Of the band-bangled

Forcep, intercept

Interlude on the tube

The precept of gratitude

A rain cloud

Fell from heaven above

All singing this song

Of the wrong kind of love

I left her

 I left my mother in Japan

I left her Tokyo

I left her in the blue Havana

Cafe in Borneo

She fell asleep in Bucharest

I put her on a train

She arrived in a parcel In Budapest

And I cried my tears in vain

I left my mother in Miami

And on the streets of Vancouver

And she was a pearl on the cold Scottish shore

Where the Eagles swoop and the yammy

Tides are washing her like a shell

I left her so I'm going to hell

To find out if I can find her well

But she's probably going to heaven


I left her somewhere off Lundy

I left her on Tuesday

Found her on Sunday

And it is a pool of retirement

fund pay

That the sharks are all circling round


And nothing remains 

But the bullet

It's so hard to chew

Not much remains but the brain

Where once such intelligence grew


You say you can save my soul, well who, knew

Who knew did you?

No you needn't say for you don't get pay

For doing what you're supposed to do


You are the same non-believer

Who bit the bullet of faith

Well did it serve you to leave her

When you went and got egg on your face?


And we're all in a traffic jam now boys

All time has come to a stop

For I left to go and buy an ice cream

Just from the snack shop

When I got back she was swimming

When I got back with the pop

And I could see the sunlight

gleaming over the water wave tops


I guess I must have left her for the last time

Just when the carousel stopped

And I climbed off the dancing pony

And then dizzy I just dropped


Thursday, 9 May 2024

The Bells of St Peter and Paul street

 There's a lot of to and fro in the tower

Where they ring the bells of the power

They ring them for freedom

They ring for the kingdom

They ring them for heaven

And the might


There's a lot of up and downs

In the bottoms

It's as if some borough

Had turned rotten

Still they ring them old bells

And the people know full well

That ballot paper's not been forgotten


They go back and forth down the street

All the shades of Eden in relief

The colours of colour blind

When you look inside your mind

You can see some kind of grief

Oh but then you hear the bells

In the church rung

Soft like mercy's rains

That soothe the day's pains

And you remember your belief

The Bells of St Peter and Paul's street



Monday, 6 May 2024

Two bells

 I met two bell ringers in a pub

One said to the other now here's the rub

While you push down, I pull up

Ain't none of us gonna know how to ring the cup


And they drank from the brim

They filled their bells up to the rim

They drank like the clappers

And all the happy slappers

Came in

The bell ringers of the church 

Joined the game


They crashed their bell like pints

And spilled their notes from great heights

Heard in heaven's powers

Those folk of the bell towers

Bothered, seven bells were knocked out of them

The fire engines rang

The big bang explosions of the bells sang

And as the birds of tomorrow

Dawn broke their wingspan

They began in the sorrow

But together they swang

Two bells swinging

Two bells singing

Two bells ringing

In time

Two bells together chime

Wednesday, 1 May 2024

The other side of beauty

 The other side of beauty is the pain

You can feel it everytime it rains

You can try and walk away 

But you'll come back again

Because the otherside of beauty is pain


Yes you better do your duty to beauty

You better do the same for your pain

If you don't know you have a cutie

That you've stolen all the booty

Then look again

 the otherside of beauty is pain


There is a wrong to every right

There is a fragility to might

There's a shadow to every light

And a dawn to every night

A wrong to every right

The other side of beauty is the pain


The other side of beauty is the pain

There once was this guy Narcissus 

Women said "I wish he would kiss us"

But the kisses he gave they were all in vain

For the other side of beauty is the pain


Nothing on his lips could he feel

No love to him seemed not so real

Just to prove love did exist

His own reflection he did kiss

And so he turned the wheel once again

For the other side of beauty is the pain


The otherside of beauty is the pain

And Mona Lisa stands in her picture frame

You can see her smile it is a little strained

For the love she'd known had passed

Now only love's brush strokes last

For the other side of beauty is the pain


Yes in each smile, in each love that laughs

There's a beauty that must fade 

Like photographs

And when they say you're made

It's enough to draw the shade

For the other side of beauty is the pain


Two lovers they took a walk through a field

When one said to the other let's and  take a meal

They picked flowers and grass

And oh how sweetly the hours did pass

But the other side of beauty is the pain


For he had to join the foreign legion

For that was the custom of the region

And so their love did pass,

Just like sand through the hourglass

For the other side of beauty,

the other side of beauty,

The other side of beauty is the pain


The other side of beauty is the pain

Everytime you love another

It's something you must discover

That hidden behind every doorway of the mind

The two faced Janus is the same

Yes the other side of beauty is the pain


If you look inside of Eden's doors

It's there for all rich or poor

The beauty is the winner

But pain's the cold dinner

The other side of beauty is the pain. 


The tree of Good and evil

Like Robin hood and the devil

Ever since the love was forgotten

The soft fig fruit had turned rotten

And the apple fell from the bough

And it's still falling now just like a sacred cow

For the otherside of beauty is the pain