Saturday, 30 April 2011

The Wall


So many things to think about
whilst staring at the wall
yet the wall remains unhelpful
to the thoughts I need to call

All though it keeps the weather out
and gives the roof support
I beg for inspiration
but the wall leaves me distraught

The Cupboard




A cupboard begs for density
this alcove of propensity
Secretive acquisitive
a penchant for immensity
A place a space for anything
this unit of intensity
To meditate contentedly
when time allows perpensity
Geometrical simplicity
desirable dimensity


What more can one say?

The Running Man













The running man he comes and goes
through street and thoroughfare
just in time or much too late
no clues betray his stare

A silent face at a hurry pace
a motion in direction
this way that way here and there
to a mystery end connection

The Walking Man



The walking man he roams the dales
with sturdy boots and cane
rugged wear keeps out despair
of warning weather vane

The lapping sounds of waterfall
Trudging bliss bewails
There never is enough of time
to walk the Yorkshire dales



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Night of the Meagle



On the slopes of mount impossible
I fell into a dream
and there I met a Meagle
most unlikely it may seem.
Naturally at first confused
I knew not what it ought to be
I’m sure it must have felt the same
whilst mulling over me.

My firm grip on reality
Left me grasping in confusion
anything so Meagleness
quite insane without solution.
A primate form of legs and tail
no trace of upper limb
Buzzard-Eagle eyes and beak
mordantly quite grim.

With no idea what I might say
to a being such as this
loudly I expelled my breath
a fizz like sounding hiss
casually the Meagle turned
with sideways glare upon
“So rudely you address me Sir
without words to ponder on”

“Of all you see” it said to me
“and everything that’s hidden”
“I am the Regal Meagle
any questions are forbidden”
“So look again and think some more
before you dare expound
On the silly introduction
that you made with serpent sound”

Oh Regal Meagle patently
my digression I deplore
I apologise such thoughtlessness
regretful evermore
The Meagle merely shook his tail
then turned to face the light
as I watched it climb the mountain slope

I faded in the night