Looking upon a lake

 The spiders are weaving their webs

in the hide shutter window opened wide

Where the wind flows and ebbs

Like the haunted house of the jilted bride

The shield bug crawls on the side board

It thinks about hopping off overboard

Then crawls to my elbow, all is a rainbow

As varnish reflects the sun's glow

And the lake is a shield of glass

Reflecting the clouds as they pass

The greys and the blues of all different hues

These are the colours of time's mass

The shield bug has reached my wrist

he's climbed up my sleeve like a cliff

Will he reach my shoulder by the time I'm older

I really don't mind I'd give him a lift

The morning spiders are fishermen

Casting their nets in the wind

The flies are their fishes then

They'll catch them if visitors don't come in

I've come to see the fine lily

They're lying down in the valley

Like a Monet painting, but with no one curating

Unless the creator of all things

If my life is a carpet of lilies that I tread upon

It really is quite silly, to walk upon a duck pond

Now it could be a Marsh Harrier has come

She circles above everyone

The glassy lake reflects her flight

And I hope one day that I might 

Feel so graceful and strong

Ocean's end

 Take me to the ocean's end

I want to go to the end of the ocean with you

Let's go to the ocean's end

Let me go 

Where deep waters flow

Over the edge of the horizon

Take me to the end of the ocean

Take me to the ocean's end

Lift me up upon the wave

Of your becoming body

Let me sink in your grave

I don't want to be here

Without you

Without your love

In the whirlpool

Summer garden

 Another rose blooms in the garden

Another rose in the blue skies

And down the road the truth is hard

On the prisoners behind their bars

The truth is in the dark

It opens up the clockwork

Of the grandfather clock

Over the stile, over the hill again

And again

He walks, as the sun rises

In the summer skies

Ghost dog

 Ghost Dog in the castle

Ghost dog in the park

Ghost dog chase the parcel

Of the postman in the dark

Once he was a real dog

But he died a death

Barking in the bedstead

Barking was his breath

Barking was his bread

But poor black dog

Barked but didn't bite

All the bravery went out with the fight

Killing was not in his nature

He preferred to lie on furniture

Laying like a lazy lad

La Dee da Lady Dog boy

Now he is a ghost dog

Walking round the park

Chasing after sticks his owner 

Fails to throw

Walking round the perimeter

guarding the house

Barking of a ghost dog

Barking in the dark

Echo of the Ghost dog

Echo of a life

Barking, barking ghost dog

Don't it cut you like a knife

Spot

 I felt a spot of rain

I had a spot of bother

I had a spot of pain

Can you spot the witness?

Can you spot the difference?

For they both look the same

The one who is the victim

The culprit knew by name

But he'd been spotted in the distance

And attributed the blame

Surely a spot growing larger

Is just increasing shame

Is it a spot in the larder

Or on the window frame

Out, out damn spot

Lady MacBeth cried in vain

Yet I am just as guilty

As I feel a spot of rain

Is that your hand upon my shoulder?

Am I the one to blame?

Did I do it all alone

Or was there an accomplice in the frame?

Make me a spot of lunch, oh won't you deary

I feel a spot hungry, I feel a spot weary

I feel a spot but I forgot

Because a leopard never changes his spots

He justs joins up the dots

And hunts the stripy Zebras

Well I'll be a line instead

They're easier to see

Easier to spot

The wood for the trees

But you have to read between them

And then that's hard to be

The one to draw a line under

A spot of acrimony

Just draw a line

Dot the i's and cross the t's

It's better not to lie

And any way the truth

Ain't got a spot on me

Shish Kebab song

 She was a shellfish seller

She sold shell fish on the shore

He was a selfish fella

He only wanted more and more

He ate too many shellfish

six hundred and sixty six to be sure

And she went right off this fella

As he was bloated when he floated she saw

She saw this selfish fella one last time upon the cliffs of Mor

And then balloon and belly flopped and was not seen no more

Oh what a selfish fella

To eat all dear Clemmies Clams

Now she shall sell jelly made out of yellow yams

There is no use in yelling, they say to her and swore

But her earrings are nautilus shells that sing of the swaying shore

So shell shocked sheltered shelly

Fell flat and flatly floored

The cat of catkin kevin

Who drew new blood with her paw

Poor poor Peter Peregrine

Peregrinated the parade

Picking off pecking pigeons

As they parambulated the promenade

Flashing like a farthing

The starving starling flew

As if out the gulags of Stalin

Into the freedom of the blue

Sheep town

 In this town 

It is full of holes

Watering ones

Full of water voles

Wooden ones 

With the weevils in boles

In this town of wool

Tumbleweed blew down the street

The sheep thought it was someone

they'd like to meet

So they all bleat

But the tumbleweed blows

All round the town

Full of it's holes

And the weeds grow up

Through the gutters and drains

And some have guts

And some have brains

And some had both

And they remained

In the town with wooly name

Some sheep the fold

In the card game

Cash in their chips

Look for someone to blame

Some have pockets full of holes

And they can't stop it

Keeping pulling the poles

At the extreme ends of town

Where the loose ends play

Time is black hole

I keep falling in

By the time it's over

I'll know where to begin

But in the meantime

I'll try to live without sin

Cause in this holy town

The wool is wearing pretty thin

And I can't keep getting it

pulled over my eyes

Like a wolf in sheep's clothing

I can't keep wearing a disguise