Tuesday 26 February 2019

Don't Quote Me


Not wishing to affect the effect
Yet still allowed to say aloud
Enjoying aural when the oral was
On balmy days in a barmy crowd

Hanging on with bated breath
I cast my baited rod abroad
Among the horde of likely fishermen
Using maggots from my hoard

Annoyed at my position
When somehow, I missed my cue
In order to review my place
I had to form another queue


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Sunday 24 February 2019

Drop One’s Bundle



Once I had a fine machine
The like of which I’d proudly boast
Until the workings worked “no more’
It then gave up the ghost

Nothing ever lasts forever
Especially things we need the most
How tough it is to be without
When things give up the ghost

I could have written so much more
If I’d have stayed engrossed
I stopped awhile and then came back
But this work gave up the ghost

Friday 22 February 2019

Tides Get High



All that stuff lives left behind
To rot and be transformed
Becoming jewels and fossil fuels
Cooking, washing, fires that warmed

Evidence mounts that rot is not
In the long-term life sustaining
By fouling up our precious air
Greenhouse clouds are heat retaining

The billionaires aren’t happy at all
Their mountain cash may be depleted
Though what is cash but paper mash
When human life is soon defeated

The planet will get over us
For time is largely on its side
As human monsters like the dinosaurs 
Find no place where they can hide

Thursday 21 February 2019

Caboose on the Loose

Today's the day


A stranger moving in today
In the room of knives and forks
Where pots pans and kettle wait
In a box whilst no one talks

Cupboards empty of their crockery
Except a cup half filled with tea
By a couple of tools and a battery drill
Unoccupied by Ma’s debris

The target time eleven o clock
Get a move on mother’s bitching
“Remove the wrecks and clear the decks
Make room for my new kitchen”

Wednesday 20 February 2019

What?



Sitting in my sitting room
Not noticing the walls
Letting eyelids take control
Looking out for what befalls

My laptop waits for keystrokes
To record what now ensues
A patient state of what occurs 
In what transpires and then accrues

Among the information stockpiles
Where the obvious collects
Sending signals of assembled lines
To be added to what’s next

Tuesday 19 February 2019

Untitled



When the sound of inspiration
Rattles windows in your head
Throws open all your unlocked doors
Drags you yawning out of bed

Down the avenues to wakefulness
Every footstep that you tread
Finds you wondering what time it is
Or what you might do now instead

You have a yearning to be comforted
Somehow your plot has lost its thread
As the kettle boiling rhythm calls
Your reason why you’re up has fled

Monday 18 February 2019

This Way --->



The proof is in the pudding
In steps you take to make a mix
Every move in turn essential
There are no shortcut tricks

Stuck in the logic of simplicity
In bite-sized chunks we're often prone
To join the route that seems the way
To other places yet unknown

Take care when merely following
In hope of better things to see
On pathways missing signposts
On roads to nowhere travelling free

Friday 15 February 2019

Discord Abroad



When mornings start like mornings do
Demanding wide awake too soon
Cacophonies without control
As all around they change their tune

No sign of logic to the rescue
No step by step all systems gone
A dance of mad dash ‘sorry-go-round’
Half cooked toast with nothing on

One by one the grunting groans subside
Uneasy silence hangs there heavy
I dare not hear the morning news
Until I’ve dredged my teapot levy 

Wednesday 13 February 2019

My Painted Lady

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She is my little beauty
My inner me to hug
A living picture valentine
My sweet Picasso bug

I pledge my heart forever
To natures love idea
Coloured brightly ardent
So much deeper than veneer

A vision on a mission
Her message clearly sweet
A winner of my heart’s desire
My little love bug so complete


A February 14th Song

Those letters that I wrote you
That read the words I never said
About the times we spent together
Things we could have done instead

Recalling dreams of living easy
The sound of songs we made our own
With all the living possibilities
On many roads we shared alone

Walking high roads and the low roads
Climbing rugged mountain slopes
Taking weather as it always is
Wherever next that kept our hopes

Leaving remnants of our storyline
In the orchards of our days
Written in the minds of left behinds
Who shared our long hot summer days

Many well meant conversations
Every wistful heartfelt sigh
Driven on by hopes of no regrets
To write that final line goodbye

Monday 11 February 2019

Way To Go



Now and then a day arrives
With nothing much to do
Too cold to be inviting
Every moment colours blue

Hot tea on my table top
Bacon sandwich by its side
Bad news on the radio
Where many worlds collide

Trains and buses running late
Weigh in heavy from the start
With a can't be bothered attitude
Today I haven't got the heart

Maybe I'll rifle through my workshop
Remind myself what I could try
Put away the stuff not put away
Achieving more or less I sigh






Saturday 9 February 2019

The Creature



A creature sat there gloomily
As the sunrise soaked its sight
Not used to such exposure
It was a creature of the night

Daytime creatures looked amazed
To see a creature such as this
One or two had licked their lips
Imagined creature breakfast bliss

The creature felt uncomfortable
But not the least bit unprepared
Though away from things habitual
Still large enough to not be scared

Features of this creature showed
At very least a hefty beast
Not used to being seen at large
Nor any lesser creature’s feast

Eventually with hangdog air
It sauntered back among the trees
To seek a hide where deep inside
There would be sleepwalk guarantees

Friday 8 February 2019

A Bit Off




Tetchy testy matters not
Now and then we grump
Snappy cranky peevish
Sometimes we get the hump

But never mind it's how it goes
Give thanks for being wise
Crabby, cross, exonerated
We must accept apologise

That’s the way we beings are
Too often easily offended
When suddenly our feelings hurt
Requires a cool down recommended

Digging up



Often questioning the ‘who one is?’
Until one day with good intention
He set off to unearth his cause
And not be bypassed by convention

After meeting many changing minds
Talking openings and closings
Reflecting how unfair life is
Around the sundries and supposing’s

Frustrated by constraints on change
In spite of finding much anew
That proved the need to disregard
The pointless point of view

On returning having found his way
Much acquired revealed by stealth 
In circles spinning round and round
He never found more than himself

Wednesday 6 February 2019

Anglishcised

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By far and away from the fuss
In a school with a strange quyllabus
Where little is prone 
in language unknown
To be larger not lesser than plus

The teachers won’t fussmucker round
Quiplomatic with ears to the ground
Quarter-hearted by strife
Through Quigh’s meaning of life
Find that dancing glissage is groundbound

In the morning when zespers are said
From the wundle by torchlight they read
Godsmacked in the hall
Late arrivals befall
A riddlesome puzzle instead

Tuesday 5 February 2019

Asking is Not Finding



When anyone asks for an answer
Rather than searching for clues
The answer alone lacks meat on the bone
Doing nothing to nourish new views

Too many places where answers appear
Denying the brain a reason to keep
No need to learn the wherefores and why’s
Is now putting astuteness to sleep

Controllers are jumping for joy
Allowed to dictate the minds going numb
Who do what they’re told, buy what is sold
Pushed about under media’s thumb

So beware of the 'answer machine'
If you feel you deserve something more
Than answers your fed, to slow down your head
Saves your life from becoming a bore

Sunday 3 February 2019

Clear Cut


Today I’m in decisive mode
So many sure things in the air
Surprises have no place today
No need to entertain a dare

Everything is as expected
All my eggs are basket laid
Hatching plans look opportune
Each situation has it made

My footsteps firm and forthright
Not a chance that I might trip
And any moment now I’m sure
Homeward bound will dock my ship

Saturday 2 February 2019

Coiffure Time



My beard and bonce are shabby
I’ll need to sort my lack of style
Check in at the barber-stop
Where they'll shear my ragged pile

My shock of locks will be attended
Reverse my stubbled  lack of flair
A princely trim of clipper strim
Restore  my verve and debonair

Then proudly with my pate adorned
A dapper napper on the town
I’ll strut my stuff no sign of rough
Parade my smoothly sculpted crown

Friday 1 February 2019

February Streets



I’d like to sleep this weather off
In blanket huddles curled up warm
To be indifferent to the ice surround
And not be witness to the storm

No need to think about activities
Or meagre morsels on my plate
As I while away the winter hours
Too wide awake to hibernate