Poetry

Monday, 9 March 2026

Love labours day and night

 Trying to find the words

To say I love you

But nothing seems to come to mind

It's like it was just on the tip of my tongue

But now however much I look I can't find


Searching for it in books I've read

Looking for it in signs on the street

Seeking it in the faces of people I meet

And in the pavements I tread


Nothing seems to work, no

nothing seems to work

The more I seek, the less I find

i'm wearing the same shirt then rolling in the dirt

And I wash away the stains from my mind

Yet nothing seems to work, no nothing seems to work

Even if I say it, you cannot hear

It's like at the pitch of a bat

Oh the dogs all have my back

But it never rings a bell in your ear


Yes my love it labours day and night

At the coal face of your heart

But I can't seem to break the ice

No matter how hard I fight

The hammer blows, they echo below

And up the valley resound

But no matter how I work at it

The right words I have not found


So I'm going on strike

I won't work for dirt

The love I have is in my shirt

It's on my sleeve, I still believe

But this just can't be right

For my love it labours day and night

A lack of diplomacy

 He was a diplomatic diplodocus

Long necked hocus pocus

Ranging around like an evil wizard

On his high horse like a terrible lizard

Willing to wager the country's treasure

All for some new shoes made of Spanish leather


Left the foreign office in a state

Ordered his love like a takeaway plate

Shining his star, but shone it too late

Oh that worrisome bore

Of diplomacy's fate

Saturday, 7 March 2026

Beef

 He said I've got a beef with you

I don't wanna beefburger,

Don't wanna commit murder

It's just this thing that you do

You've been out on the tiles

For miles and miles

And now you're drunk as a screw

I have a beef with you


You come here in your state

And throw up on your plate

You shake and shiver and vomit

Can't you try a washer or gromit

Put a cork in it won't you

Yes I have a beef with you

Temp

 Temporary

You're one in a million

Hard to catch

Just like a cloud

You evaporate

Like a ghost

I could walk along your coast

All day

But you're so temporary


Temporary

We all have to grow

Change from the first things we were

I can't tell

If this is heaven or hell

Or if I'm in purgatory

As you're so temporary



Indigo bay

 The river floods with our blood

Like wine

All indigo in hue

And you, I miss you

In the river of indigo

The swollen towers of pride

Have fallen down beside

Its banks

And all the children have cried

All the mothers given thanks


I have no other lover

I want to make you mine

But I don't want to steal you from another

I have only our precious time

There is nothing left beside to say

Except the river between us flows on

into the Indigo bay

Thursday, 5 March 2026

Early morning serenade

 It's 3 o'clock in the morning

And I'm making my way to you

Walking along the pavement

Like the bones in a skeleton crew


Fighting to stand alone

Stand on one leg or maybe two

But the grave is calling me home

And I don't want to go without you


Looking forward to the sunrise

Holding my heart in my hands, it is true

Guessing that you'd see in my eyes

That I truly love you


Hoping to God I can see you again

Maybe just as a friend, who knew

The depths of longing and pain

I've gone to over my love of you

Wednesday, 4 March 2026

Jokes upside down

 I worked at an undertakers once

It was a nice little Urn-er


A tree surgeon - a Tree who like to cut

off people's limbs


 I put the vet in the car, he was getting old

And I brought to the Cat's

The cat was very nice about it as I sat the vet

on the table and the cat patted his head

And stroking his ears

The vet seemed to like it and calmed down

And then the Cat administered the deadly serum