SMALL TALK

They gather together

In various places

Cafe's wine bars and pubs

No secret agendas

Some pleasant mind benders

Conversations issues and rubs

Here and there all over the land

Cities towns and grass roots

Sentiments stances

standpoint advances

A natural rhythm of change

Rallying calls of Pied Piper flutes

Ever so quietly

Minds are considering

In spite of halls of dominion

Where the struggle for power

Has misplaced the hour

By ignoring the minion opinion

NOONLIGHT FLIT

They eloped on Monday morning

Window cleaning day

Took advantage of the ladder

There seemed no other way

She held the ladder steady

As he crawled out on the ledge

Rung by rung descending clung

Reciting lovingly his pledge

She gazed up in admiration

Joined harmoniously in song

T’was then he fell and broke her neck

Such an awful going on

Through fear of height he trembled

Became dizzy hot and sweaty

He lost grip and plummeted

Now eternally together Jim and Betty

The Joy Rider

Oh what joy this freedom tool
To travel anywhere

Assail the hills and coast the vales

To stop awhile and stare

To trundle on in auto style

Be seen yet not reveal

A driven Knight and Baroness

Behind the steering wheel

Oh wheelie wonder magic box

Travel treasures you provide

Bestow on our majestic quest

Our righteous ways not be denied

So distance keep know your place

Let not ill-mannered ways engage

Lest you encounter mighty wrath

from our regal driving rage

Roads of Rubbish

The monolithic trash bin

A testament to waste

Full of remnants now discarded

Once thought of as good taste

They stand there in my garden

An extension of my palace

On hot days smelly rancid

A plastic poisoned chalice

If bins could speak they'd tell us

About the stuff we throw away

Like unnecessary packaging

Discarded wealth we gladly pay

Two Planks Max

I didn't do too well at school

I found the whole thing boring

Sitting still in classrooms 

Irritated me like snoring

Lessons were delivered well

Per curriculum and fashion

Teachers with a job to do

Fifty fifty odds on passion

Not fair to blame a lesson lame

Nor a person's absent spark

But the lack of inspiration 

Was like sitting in the dark

No One Giggles when a Gargoyle Gargles

Green bubbles

pustules boil

Darkly rants

an old Gargoyle

A mirthless curse

pitch black tirade

Grumbles from

the balustrade

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Casey's Caught Drama

Your just a man accept the blame

You know it's all your fault

All the stupid things you said

From your mouthy catapult 

Don't try to make your mind up

It's not your mind to make

Or lies you always told yourself

Thinking life is give and take

It's not that you weren't useful once

In the rosy glow romantic

With ease you gave way gracefully

To wily winning ways pedantic

You did your best to gain back ground

Through the hoop and somersault 

A game of life no chance to win

Your just a man it's all your fault

Scirocco Road

I left from there three weeks ago

I got here yesterday

Most likely stay for Friday night

Until the end of play

Then once again I'm on the move

Maybe two more weeks or less

I've planed a random journey

No chance to second guess

Time is gathering pace again

Every clock is holding hands

A conspiring game of tardiness 

Stirring storms of swirling sand

A Date in Dock Street

What a date when together we ate

In Eighteen Eighty Four

Sumptuous fare of ‘Haute Cuisine’

Our taste buds screamed encore

Each dish supreme a top cats dream

Wine and bubbly vintage prime

One can’t get better at twice the price

Returning back time after time 

Genteel staff will share a laugh

Attentive to the last

The city's finest house of style

For magic evening's unsurpassed

May I recommend:
Dock Street Kichen, Kingston upon Hull