Poetry

Friday, 22 August 2025

Rambler's refrain

 Repeat after me:

I will not be cowed by the cows

I refuse to be bullied by the bulls

I won't be lambasted by the lambs

Nor stampeded by the stags

All these farm yard animal antics

Frozen in the field

Frightened by Frisians

Ghouled by the goose

Nor duped by the ducks

I will neither be hounded by hounds

Or alarmed by the llamas

I will be strong and centred and sound

I will stand my ground

In the face of shadowy cows

In the herring howls of horns

In the screeching jowls of gulls

In girlish growls of fowls

In foolish brows of owls

Or the horrid hoots of crows

The chalkish cheers of sheep

The balkish bawls and bleats

Of the unknown darkness sheets 

Please Pan to fall asleep

And ignore our rambling feet

Monday, 18 August 2025

love another day

 The summer will be over soon

And I will want my rest

And you my love will own the moon

And take my very best


If you want to walk the room

And come out at the end

Then find me here another June

And you'll call me friend


I never meant to hurt you

Nor spoil what we had

But it has been so untrue

This dream turned out bad


I miss you and want you too

It's all that I can say

I never meant to hurt you

Just to love another day

Sunday, 17 August 2025

Thank you

E  Am E Am Dm7 Am7 Em E7 repeat, G D7 G D begin again

 Thank you

I want to say thank you

Thank you for being in my life

Thank you, thank you

Thank you for showing me

Thank you for showing me

That you like me too

That you like me too

Thank you, thank you

Thank you for not cutting like a knife

Thank you, thank you

We all are slipping in the stream

we're all swimming in this life's dream

Dm7                       Am7

And who knows if it's forever

   E                  Am

Thank you, Thank you

Dm7                    Am7

who knows if it's forever

For it's all unseen

Thank you, thank you

For it's all unseen

Thank you, thank you

Thank you for the friend that you've been

Thank you, thank you



Transposed

Bb   Dm   Bb   Dm   Gm7   Dm7   Bbm   Bb7   (repeat)

C#   A#7   C#   A#   (begin again)


Bb
Gm7
Bbm
Bb7




C#
A#7/Bb7



A#







Saturday, 9 August 2025

Mexico City

 I'm thinking of going to Mexico city

It's a long, long way away

I'm thinking of going to Mexico city

To find out if I'm made of clay

I hear the bandidos and the casinos

Are rolling around every day

Trying to find my way to Mexico city

Where the piƱatas are hit in play 

Thinking of going to Mexico city

Where the drugs barons say hey

Thinking of going to Mexico city

Just on a short holiday


Thinking of going to Mexico city

Where the fishes all leap on the plate

Thinking of going to Mexico city

Where pinatas hang on trees of bay


Thinking of going to Mexico city

We can be on our way

With a muletto, singing falsetto

And a sister who wants me to pray


Thinking of going to Mexico city

Through the canyons of the Pecos Valley

I had a love there, she was a dove dear

But now she has flown far away

The story of Owen Parfitt

 Owen, where you goin, where you goin Owen?

I'm going down to the Sheppey to wash my soul clean

I've been living the high life, but now I feel low and mean

I need to get goin before I am seen, 

Oh my sister, my sister

Now I'm feeling green


Owen where you going?

Owen, what have I done

I only tried to love you better

than anyone, 


I only wrote you a letter

Like a mother to a son

Owen where you going

Now the day is done


I'm going on out to the wind and rain

I'm going on out and won't be back again

Now my limbs they are weary and

My thoughts they are numb

Now I'm going, I'm going, 

going, now I'm gone


Owen yes your life is yours

You don't owe it to no one

But what would our father want from us?

To love each other and ourselves

Owen now you're going, 

going, going gone


It seems the hardest task of all

Dear sister to forgive myself

For what I've done

Now I must get going

Yes I'm going, going

and now I'm gone

Wilderness/Call me home

 I've got a place for us underneath the stars

But I can't hold your hand anymore

Life and death are one, near or far

We hold the keys to the door


When you were out in the wilderness

Did you see God?

did you know what he was thinking of

Did you meet the Devil

Or an Angel of love?


Oh call me home from the Wilderness

Call me home

The wild called me for a while

The thrill, the will to survive, the threat

But in all that adventure I managed to forget

All those who loved me dearly

I managed to neglect my family

And that is the deeper wilderness

It is the lost life

The life without love

So I'm asking you to call me home

But your voice is lost in the wind


I can't remember to forget you

And you've already forgotten me

In the forest of memory

Where the twisted trees

Have blocked out the sunlight


Do you remember swimming

Swimming across the bay with me?

I thought I couldn't keep going

But with you by my side 

we swam across the sea

Sunday, 3 August 2025

The green gathering

 I met one woman from Frome called Lauren

And another Italian quite foreign

I met Gill, but no Phil and Su, what a thrill

It was as if I had come across uncommon


Down below I hear Howard a singing

His pipes are like a blackbird's winging

He seems quite possessed, with himself I confess

And his powers of his solo voice winning


Ah to be out in the world

Oh well, a festival, it is quite absurd

Just a microcosm of Greens

Who have too much or too lean

And I think I'm a spy in between


I met Evi from Brighton Sprung

She or he looked incredibly young

Sprightly and virile, like a quill on a dril-i-l

She wrote bass lines as well as he sung


It's hard when you're of cross gender

To feel the right sex you engender

To act like a man when you'd rather just ham

Is probably why Howard's a singer


I do say you shall reap what you sow

But I am a busy-body-so-and-so

So it's hardly surprising that my star is rising

Just as the last lost its glow


Oh to be an artist, go figure

Just how much will you earn in the rigour

Of life's diamond press

When your coal is depressed

We all need to carry on and dig


The dancing was sweet as a trigger

In a lush garden all full of vigour

We should try to be kind

To those and keep in mind

That everyone has a side he is in


It's hard but we all must stand strong

For our ways will pass onto the young

And if you need to go hither, it's best you don't dither

But to commit to the only and one