The Question

Considering all sorts of things

misshapen in the mould

manipulating lead and stuff

to manufacture gold

It’s discovery that really counts

in structure and pursuit

disregarding wistfulness

suggestible and moot

Yet equally uncoverable

all things must have a place

subject to stringent questions

even if one loses face

Nothing Matters

On the subject of nothing

I am writing today

for the subject implies

there is nothing to say

On thinking of nothing

there is much going on

like the testing of meaning

and things thereupon

If nothing means nothing

then I hope you've agreed

that the subject of nothing

is something indeed

The Hopeful Heart

An ancient old fellow from Mesopotamia

Was looking for someone to love

to his shock and surprise a lass gave him her eyes

though suffering alphamegamia

He was eighty years old she was twenty and bold

a hot blooded passionate beauty

going weak at the knees at her desperate pleas

so lusciously tasty and fruity

Unable to speak and only to stare

his pulse and heart rate inspired

a radiant glow from his nether below

then with joy in his heart he expired

Alphamegamia Word Link

Many Happy Returns

Where has all the money gone

who’s made off with our dosh

those trillions around the world

evaporation doesn’t wash?

Someone’s made a killing

many others have as well

I don’t believe it can’t be traced

rotten cash will leave a smell

So come on all you governments

who do you think you’re kidding

its time you clawed our money back

stand for our legal bidding

The crime remains with banking

so arrogant and clear

a bunch of corporate racketeers

in their havens far from here

Could Do Better

They didn’t like his writing no

Shouting hackneyed inadmissible

Lacking punctuation grammar

And that missing past participle

Though he carried on persistently

Being bludgeoned by the critics

For tired use of the vernacular

As more like emblematic lyrics

Having read the works of genius

Lead by the nose by prose

He threw away his work so far

As nothing more than comatose

The Faucet Saga

So many things we take as read

like pollen in the breeze

Complacently we glide along

accepting life with ease

We believe that time is gentle

like a virtuoso's strumming

until the day that comes along

brings trouble to our plumbing

It’s not that we don’t understand

that all components wear

but rarely do we try our best

In the vein of our healthcare

Turning on the body tap

should not need two-handed grips

though It’s time to call the plumbers out

when your flush pipe merely drips

It could be that your lingerie

has grabbed your groin too tight

Or you may have strained a bit too much

when you gave it all that night

Yet don’t despair they’ll sort it out

through plasma and corpuscle

by straightening your crooked stem

and easing off your muscle

Yes Chef!

Saffron spice with grenadine
tonight we dine on fine cuisine
a magic spell of nectarine
in gourmet joy replete serene

Of taste essential epicure
the finest flavours soup de jour
in tenderness oh paramour
bon vivant amour, amour

Ambrosia oh sweet divine
a crystal cup of angel wine
orange raindrops jewel entwine
scattered stardust sprinkled fine

Upon a leaf of golden thin
Midas morsels sewn within
encapsulate in tasteful sin
the passion glow of purpurin

The Day Of The Debris

My mate Sid walking home one night

got hit by a very large lump

not very heavy about the size of a fridge

though it gave him a sizeable bump

He thought perhaps a meteorite

had rained down on his napper

for ash and coke dust covered him

which ruined his garb so dapper

His language most extreme perverse

a quite unfriendly frightening sight

but I’ll give odds three thousand to one

it was a chunk of that old satelite

The Turn Up

Down at the OPERA at ultimate speed

even faster than light

Neutrinos win the incredible dash

in theory the very top flight

Chang Kee Jung has just bet his house

whilst Subir Sarkar is less rash

anything’s possible over at CERN

causality disappears with a splash

The Perfect Potato

Of all things earthly precious

we give gratitude to mud

a mine of golden vegetables

especially the spud

Ten thousand years developing

seeming old yet somewhat new

forgetting that we owe it all

to the Inca’s of Peru

A most nutritious parcel

giving value to cuisines

chip or crisp to roast or mash

fetching finest soup terrines

The Wonderment

This year the summer came and went

an out of kilter season

maybe the weather’s really changed

or perhaps another reason

I can’t help feeling somewhat mift

being told that I’m to blame

for using things excessively

and so hang my head in shame

I feel I must defend myself

Charged with being credulous

so many things I haven’t done

has left me feeling nebulous

Elixir

Among all herbs most worthy

coriander reigns supreme

from top to toe the seed you sow

brings fruit of high esteem

A gift in many packages

from root to leaf and seed

aroma’s flavours fine preserves

will cater to your need

The wise of ancient empires

sustained with fine cuisine

warm liqueurs and noted beers

crowns the coriander queen

Onomasiological

Words in language have their use

though at times may be obtuse

leaving speakers to confess

too much waffle wont impress

For the sake of simple diction

When conveying a description

To share essential information

whilst avoiding obfuscation

One must speak with some alacrity

not forgetting rules of clarity

when the listener intervening

pleads your message has no meaning

The Dominatrix

Approach with care alert beware

the open doorway tangled

is not for those who lost their way

whilst seeking things new fangled

No time to suffer roundabouts

or direction fudging point’s

perfect nose or powdered snouts

found in token restful joints

They dwell in tranquil quarters

fixing anything that skips

on the brink of quiet waters

where the legislator whips

This velvet covered slender hand

belies such strength of purpose

a call to arms a brief command

equipped with government surplus

The Wallet

Oh balderdash the wallet’s gone

my cards and various proceeds

my leather bound survival wrap

the source of all my exceeds

Authorities have been informed

dodging criminal exploitations

right now I’m left with minor pence

trouncing travel expectations

It’s all my fault and mine alone

I sit confused and wondering

what kind of absent mindedness

allowed me such a blundering

Advice will come I’m sure it will

to the point where I’m revolted

on ways to lock a stable door

once the trusty steed has bolted