Poetry

Tuesday, 18 November 2025

A twinkling

 Oh we don't have much time

And it's gone in the twinkling of an eye

We all were just inklings,

Just twinklings in somebody's eye

 All we are are chances

Each day's a new chance before we die

All we ever were were stars seen

Twinkling in a dark night sky


So just remember that it all must pass

Like the mist upon the water

The fog will clear and you will see

All that you oughta

The love that's been was just a scene

Between someone's son and another's daughter

And it's all how come, and it comes undone

Unless you don't bring it to slaughter

Because we really never must

Kill a love that comes from lust

Or Does it come from trust?

But never let that turn to dust

Just hold the course

Though the tides may pull

And the moon is crying out in full

And the stars coming out to null

The feeling that this sky

Is only a twinkling in 

Somebody's eye

The million and the loss

Once I made a million

Then I made a loss

Once I had trillion stars

without a single boss

A nova with a rover

A lover who gave a toss

Once I had a million

Then I made a loss

But was it will or am I

just the dross

Just the seedless pines

That grow beside the sea

And toss

Their leaves down in line

Like the wild lions cross

The Serengeti climes

Before the fires floss

Once I had a million then I made a loss

But I don't regret the filling in

Of my time before I'm gloss

Monday, 17 November 2025

Frankenstein mon stir

 Frankenstein was my father

And he hounded me all the way

Yes Frankenstein was my father

and he hounded me to my grave

Like a red truck fighting fire

He chased me along the highway

Like a red truck, sirens getting higher

H e tried douse out all my flames

But his water it was killing me

Killing me all the same


Oh Frankenstein was my creator

And my creator I had to save

But Frankenstein was my destroyer

And now it is I who must be brave

Like the men who went before me

Many generations with guns and slaves

All bent on my destruction

It is creation that I must save

For if he dies

Then what am I?

What am I with no God to praise

And if he dies then so must I

For what am I?

With no God to hate

Tell me what am I ?

going ever farther

hell is nearer as closer I am to save

And if he is my saviour, then heaven

help me to my grave

The sailor and the mermaid

 Well the mermaid said to the sailor man

You got just what you deserved

For you have stayed upon the land

Left the woman you love in the surf


And the man spoke to the mermaid girl

I loved you then til the ends of the world

And I would have followed you as far as I can

But I am just a sailor and you are a sea pearl


Well what was it kept you on the shore?

You could have kissed me and been my amore

And turned yourself into a merman

Then we would have been seaward forevermore


Well I know you wanted me to be

This underwater fish, not a sailor on the sea

But the world I come from would relegate me

And cast lots to set my life free


Well why then would you stay

In that society of the bay

And their brackish words and their cruel tongues

On their sward's of land that run and run

Instead you could have seen the oceans

You are an idiot afraid of his emotions

Can't you see you're in love with me

And if you deny yourself then cursed will you be

For love it is not a trick of the light

But a bodily law of two souls locked tight

And when the soul is loose then it is lost

Like a neck in a noose or ship's ghost

So never deny the love you have 

for a mermaid is the best gal, it's sad

To see you've ruined the best years you'll have

On swigging beers with your sailor lads

When we could be happy

on the gad

Friday, 14 November 2025

Interview

 You're looking for a candidate

A cadet in uniform

Who will only answer yes

When you address his wardrobe

Who will march in line

And collect his benefits cheque

You aren't looking for

a rebel yet

Or someone with self-respect

You only want a jumbo jet

Or a dreadnought ship

Yes and you tell me I could make it yet

But you sure ain't looking for me


You want a hero

You want a public school cheerio

Or you want some young bullio

Ready with his rugby vest

You don't need a shakespeare

You don't need Some word smith

I can take it from the sound of it

You sure ain't looking for me


I better face facts

Or else have some heart attacks

That Britain is a farce act

And I'm not fit to play the fool

It's just case of tact

To be in school and follow the rules 

You'll grow up to be a good citizen

 To conform to all the bitterness

And the mocking humiliation

Of the class structure imposed on you


There's no escaping migration

What about reverse refugees?

Those fleeing discrimination

From the hands of British fools

The idiots in charge of institutions

Who govern to quell revolutions

By keeping the intelligentsia

Locked away with factory tools


And those of the upper classes

With all the money and wine glasses

Who only dain to play at farces

With their idiotic public school boy rules

Imposed on us through many chances

Seen on the playing fields or at dances

In which the social graces of life are schooled


How to beat your opponent with sheer speed

How to better them at greed

How to take and to succeed

How failure is but a weed

An unwanted look at nothingness

An emptiness, a bottomlessness

Some hole you never wish to go down

For there nothing can be won

Monday, 10 November 2025

Go....?

 It goes without going

It says without saying

It means many things

Like I’ve had enough

Or stop

Or start

It’s a kind of art

It is, it’s on, it’s off

The chart

I can bring it on a tray

It’s how I feel when I’ve too much to say

But can’t

Sometimes I feel I’m going to

But it’s the thinnest membrane

It’s always after something gives out

It never really gives in

It’s an excess of nothing

And something to begin

So don’t put your hip out

Or you’ll need to shout

Weasels do it

Pringles do it

Even the blisters

Of measles and shingles do it

Let's do it

Let's go......?..........apart

Sunday, 9 November 2025

Frankenstein my father

 Frankenstein was my father

Mary Shelley was my mother

My household was unstable

I grew up on the operating table

It was a long lost book of childhood dreams

I wish to know better what it all means


He told me when I was one day old

I'd be one hell of a fella

A big strapping boy like you

is gonna knock the world out I tell ya

And my mother looked on me with some sympathy

but loathing 

I tell you all I wanted was her love

But she scathingly threw me rags for clothing


I learned to ride a bike and ski in the Alps

Albeit because my loving father had decided to kick me out

I mean I found out that after my mother had died 

he'd engaged another woman who was gonna be his bride

But you see to him, I was his greatest disappointment

He thought he'd created me in his image

But it was a distorted disillusionment 

My father, my father was God he said

And I have to ask: am I human, living or dead?

If I am just parts, am I greater than their sum

And if I'm not a machine, then a human how come

Society rejects me, my own father baulks

I scare children in the park 

even the mirrors shatter when I talk

I am a hideous abomination, no love have I

Then what can a monster do but take revenge or die?