Bee

He travelled the seas

He travelled the land

To the hum of the bees

And the hum of his hands

And his Queen was protected

By many a Bee knight

Though she was highly respected

She never took flight

And the Queen was a prisoner

The Bee knight her jailor

They hummed loud in their honour

But she grew the paler

The Bee hive needed a Queen to believe in

A perfect model of divinity in Bee form

In this Virgin Mother

Such a deity they perceive in

So her role of Captive Ruler

She was made to perform

All power has its consequence

All power has corruption

But the bee Queen rules her bee subjects

Without Scandal or interruption

You think the Queen owns her Kingdom

That she rules from the hive

Her vast reign

But ask her of her Bee freedom

She’ll cry To Be or not To Be

To you again and again

Envy

A ship named envy

Sailed unsinkable

Striking fear into the heart of friend or enemy

That ship, that ship named Envy

And Envy is a Ghost ship

It works a skeleton crew

Whose eyeless sockets stare about

In vanity for their sight curfew

Who may face this enemy?

The king’s fleet flee before its mast

Islanders retreat behind cover of trees

The beaches lie deserted at the last

Some are prone to Anger

Some are prone to Lust

But who can contend with an envious Rancour?

Like a ship risen out of a horizon’s dust

Some will pitch in on the high Seas

Some will fight though always to their cost

But those whose plight are the Envies

Find in the end their battles are lost

So when you search the horizon

Let your search be tempered by shame

For to know all men fear the uprising

Of the ship with Envy as its name 

Somethings, sometimes

I came to the last place of darkness and light
And saw in the last face that look of delight
As if a crimson flower, opening
As a blood vein full of life
When I came to the last place of darkness and light

I ran in the last race
The race that ran through the night
The madness of a fickle grace
That lets some win, others lose outright
By the time of daylight
The loser had won, the winner lost his fight
When I ran in the last race
That ran through the night

I pulled out of the mouth a wisdom tooth
In truth, it was proof of lost wisdom forsooth
For the fools mouth is full
His words over spilling
His teeth like a bad day
Kept needing filling
But the mouth of the wise
Is often closed shut
Though his eyes are wide open
To make the Editor's cut
So I pulled out the wisdom tooth
And found myself wise
But was it a tooth for a tooth
Or my eyes for their eyes?

Hand to I

I’ve tried to search for something more

But found something less

What ‘s worst the thing I lost

Was the thing I loved the best

On distant shore in Foreign land

I plied my skill and trade

But in each article crafted by my hand

Was the mark my creator made

As if a face in a mirror

Its visage haunts me still

And in its passing words, the manufacture

Of His mighty skill

It’s what I hoped for yes

It’s what my heart desired

But in the breaking of the mould, I guess

A new form of life was fired

Can the time that’s gone be had,

Again, any more than yesterday?

For what we thought was Good or Bad

Seems to change by the New light of Day

What I once thought Golden

Was only a beach of yellow sand

Just a beauty that in my eye was beholden

Yet crafted by his hand

And as such is all more temporary

For the passing of the day

Will wash like the sea

All signs in the sand of the children who there did play

Can I think it right?

Neigh, might I think it pays

To weigh rainbows with colours bright

Which in the painter’s palette lays?

Will the hand that writes

Be the hand that stays

For what is it than to put black pen to white

And hasten the Judgement day

Life’s too short to be Bittern

Once Bittern twice shy

They dance to the tune of the reeds

These wood wind musicians of the sky

They play like the reeds their throat song

They beat the bull frogs at their own game

In time they sing along

Like a jamboree

All the same

They do impressions of Bulrushes

Standing plant tall and straight

And what do they want of paint brushes

When streaked brown and white they wait

Birds

Chaffinch on the table

Blue Tits on the bench

Starlings on the cable

Little Black Bird on the fence

All about their picnic

All about their lunch

Some Wren’s a pick pocket

 Some woodpecker packs a punch

Out the garden grows the vine

Out beside the pond

Far beyond the picket fence line

Keeping true its bond

Where sat the warbler

Warbling his song

To the dawn in chorus

For all the New Spring Long

Reap What You Sow

That our days are numbered, we all know

No use fixing our eyes, only on the end of the rainbow

No use thinking, that all that glitters is Gold

You will reap what you shall sow

That Blue Sky thinking can shatter glass ceilings

That if you shoot for the stars, you might hit the moon

But, no use hiding scars, from the fallen glass, soon

You will reap what you shall sow

You’ve sought out the After-life, like it was an after thought

Believed all good things come out of strife

But from dust to dust, from nought comes nought

And, any time you fear the wrath, you just lie low

You’re going to reap just what you sow

The mermen rise from a watery grave

I’m ready Lord for you to save

Let me be cleansed of all I know

As vanity passes like a fool in a blizzard of snow

You’re going to reap just what you sow

The Temptation lies like an open door

But don’t step inside, you’ll only want more

The House of God is our only refuge

You must wash your feet in the river

Let the water purge you

But it’s no use, unless you know

You’re going to reap just what you sow