Tragic

Tragic

I once found a baby that was dead,

Cos someone had stamped on it's head.

It's mummy didn't cry,

Just told the Police a lie.

And took another man to her bed.

(September 2017)

Rainbow

Rainbow

We are a Rainbow,

Not one colour, but many.

Alone, a rich textured hue,

Independent, and vibrant.

Together, an explosion of pigment,

Elements united to form perfection.

At the end a treasure-trove.

We are a pot of GOLD.

(September 2017)

Field

Field

A green field bathed in sunlight,

wet and squiggly under foot.

Brown shapes wander aimlessly,

they're cows and horses if you look.

A yellow field bathed in sunlight,

dried and cracked from the sun.

Little children scream shout,

Just playing, having fun.

A green field bathed in sunlight,

the trees are brown or bare.

Brown shapes shelter from the wind,

breathe white, from frosty air.

A white field bathed in sunlight,

Cold and covered with virgin snow.

Suddenly a man appears,

A carrot for his nose.

A red field bathed in sunlight,

wounded and dying lay.

An ancient battle long ago,

no-one knows who won the day.

A green field bathed in sunlight,

it's beauty beyond compare.

Will greed turn it to concrete?

And blacken our fresh air.

(August 2017)

Mother

Mother

I've known this woman all my life,

in fact, you've known me longer.

After all, you were my Father's wife,

a bond cannot be stronger.

Since I was a little boy,

you always tried to inspire.

Nature and History to enjoy,

of these things, I never tire.

Now the years are passing by,

the lights begin to flicker.

As I write, I start to cry,

and hope the end comes quicker.

And when I see you cold and grey,

I'll know your pain has gone away.

(August 2017)

Scop

Scop

An Anglo Saxon Saga

As Harold took a beer from the fridge,

Some Vikings landed at Stamford Bridge.

Harald Hardrada was his name,

He hoped that England he could gain.

From London to Stamford in nine days,

Poor Harold. I bet his bum, it was ablaze.

All the the Vikings, were at rest,

Harold caught them in their vest.

I bet those Vikings, did curse and swear,

To see those Saxons standing there.

It was a rush, it wasn't fair,

Hardrada hadn't done his hair.

Harald Hardrada sent a man,

To the boats, as quick as you can.

Bring back men. Bring back armour,

Bring back swords, lets end this drama.

The men ran from the boats at Riccall,

Come on lads. Duty calls.

Back across the bridge went all but one,

A seven foot giant, second to none.

Try and try, they could not get through,

Each man approaching, the giant slew.

The Saxons thought, this bloke is crackers,

Then from below, someone stabbed his Knackers.

Across the bridge the Saxons went,

On victory, they were hell bent.

From behind the the shield wall went up a cheer,

Lets get on with this. I need a beer.

They fought with spear. They fought with axe.

Now we'll have to pay more tax.

Harald Hardrada he was drowned,

Not in the river, but on the ground.

He took an arrow in the neck,

Then with Valhalla he did connect.

At last the battle it was won,

But for Harold it was no fun.

His brother Tostig, was the foe.

Harold tried to parley, he said "no".

So Harold cut off his Brother's head,

It was the end as he was dead.

(Not historically correct. They didn't wear vests).

(April 2017) 

Storm

Storm

All through my life I will be harsh and mean,

You’ll think me unempathic and desperate.

My selfish act will make you want to scream,

I’m vulgar, rude and inconsiderate.

You think of me- irrational and crazy,

Formidable are my powers and super strengths.

Your fragile earth will be turned Ipsy-daisy,

To ruin your life, I’ll go to great lengths.

I greedily engulf the world around me,

Twisting and turning I whirl through your life.

I’ll travel great distance, even cross the sea,

Just for my pleasure, I cut like a knife.

But do not worry, I didn’t linger too long,

My name is Doris and I’ve already gone.

March 2017

P.O.E.T.

P.O.E.T

“Piss off early Tuesday”, work are saying,

Can’t you sit still. No. Don’t kick the mutt.

I’ve a yearning to carry on learning.

My brain won’t switch off, it carries on playing.

Some people just shrug, say, what a nut.

“Piss off early Tuesday”, work are saying.

Sneaking a peak, when no-one is looking.

Just a glance at the net with eyes half shut.

I’ve a yearning to carry on learning.

Dylan and Thomas, the joys of surfing.

Your friends are thinking, he’s some kind of nut.

“Piss off early Tuesday”, work are saying.

Grabbing books, when I think she’s not looking.

I receive my prize, a quick uppercut.

I’ve a yearning to carry on learning.

Life is a lesson, and always enlightening.

I’ll always be happy to hear a tut,

“Pis off early Tuesday”, work are saying,

But I’ve a yearning to carry on learning.

March 2017

A.E.D

A.E.D

Automated External Defibrillator,

An Electrical Ejectulator,

A Pulse Regulator,

A Flat Line Regenerator.

If All These Fail,

An Angel Liberattor.

2017

Jester

JESTER

I want to Jestering.

Thoughts in my head are Festering.

No, not uncle Fester.

I want to be a Jester.

A textile tinted twit.

In a mellow yellow rainbow.

I want to be a Jester.

A big baffling buffoon.

Laughing, falling, calling.

I want to be a Jester.

Chucking chubby clubs.

Perfectly pitching, pirouetting, 

Dancing in the air.

I want to be a Jester.

Making merry music.

Chancing, dancing, prancing.

I want to be Jester.

No, not uncle Fester.

My thoughts no longer Fester.

I AM A JESTER.

February 2017