
Balancing on the last nerve
is what we do
praying
that sanity
holds with
fabled glue
–
The screech in our ears
follows
us
for
all
our
lore
filled
years
Balancing on the last nerve
is what we do
praying
that sanity
holds with
fabled glue
–
The screech in our ears
follows
us
for
all
our
lore
filled
years
From the past of time
within death, horror and grime
lessons to be learned
hard won
heartbreakingly earned
An ode to that which is lost
and never found
however much we search
from the sky to the ground
An ode to that found
but never sought
these are things
that can never be bought
To you, a gift
from me to you
no bow, no paper
just a mouse
freshly caught
after
a chasing caper
Two fingers to you
as the sky of arrows
menacingly flew
The poor knights
lost ground
forever to the heavens
now bound
A terrible misunderstanding
caused by execution
rather than planning
Always ends in a fight
numerous scratches
and possibly
a fangy bite
How the mood swings
from dread and dire
to euphoria
being lifted higher
and higher
How the day flips
from dark to light
glimpsing the last ray
before it slips
from sight
With rose tinted glasses
the battles of the playground
seem more refined
than antagonistic politicians
flaying around
The days
when adults were in charge
now replaced
by the screaming banshees
at large
Dandy
is the highwayman of lore
strutting his stuff
never the conformist bore
The truth
is not so benign
to many
they were no more
than violent swine
Dreich is the word to use
the weather
leaves a cat
wet
feeling abused
Time to sulk
find that space
where the mood
brings calm
rather than
the inner hulk
Monday
usually the glum day
today maybe
we need a treat
sometimes, just sometimes
a change in beat
Once over the Moon
once under the Town
once across the Clouds
One, two, thrice
bustling
the busiest of Mice
Scuffed, worn shoes
free school meals
we the lucky ones
learning to deal
Selling our dinner tickets
was our trick
to the sweet shop
pretty darn quick
With the grandma
knitted jumper
skipping, jumping
the proverbial thumper
Arms to the ground
stretched and pulled
the streets
were
where we ruled
Brakes were for wimps
soles of shoes
would shudderingly do
as we whizzed
our tyres
were the fabled glue
Days when the glass fizzy pop bottle
was borrowed not owned
days when grandpa
played cribbage at the bar
Days long gone
a distant glorious star
Soldiers we were
spud gun in hand
hunting the enemy
across
someone else’s land
The frill of the chase
was within our grasp
covered in mud
we reluctantly
had to bath
The days where long trousers didn’t exist
hand knitted jumpers, time to burn
can we recall
that which we yearned
The weeks where school was our home
Sun to play, rain to frolic
memories
heartfelt
possibly melancholic
Bruised knees, rushing home for dinner.
The days that were, when minutes could feel like hours, hours could feel like minutes.
Tatty jumpers, worn shoes, a light heart.
When the dragon approaches
do we cower in fear
Or gaze in marvel
and shed a tear
–
I don’t see the dragon
as being our foe
but rather magic
they can bestow
–
If you dream of a dragon
take it as a boon
the mind’s equivalent
of an auspicious rune
–
So if you see a dragon
witness with veneration
as you never know
it may be your salvation
Unusual comrades
the Cat and Bird
together
silent
not saying a word
Normally foe
but friends to the last
a bond
we see
unnaturally steadfast
Maybe
a lesson for all
together strength
apart
we fall
Rambling, poetry, prose
ethereal
the hidden rose
Each day as it flies
grey
or sunny skies
When anxiety bites
Or the grip of
depression looms
I stare at the moon
Observing it’s surface
The subtle shades
The patterns caused by
eon old impact craters
Mesmerised by it’s
dim
shimmering light
As I contemplate
my breathing slows
calm comes over me
For the moon’s beauty and radiance
brings tranquility
Each weary heavy step
foot by foot
heartbeat by heartbeat
watching, listening
as further away
travels that
which makes us weep
Gently singing a song
gracefully gliding across the sky
The Angel sheds a single tear
for each Soul
to whom
we have said goodbye
We ask the Sky
what will do
To fix a world
broken and blue
The Sky replies
love is the cure
Arise the masses
honest and pure
Through the Kaleidoscope Creek
the Fledgling transcends
leaving behind the monochrome
to find that
which he cannot comprehend
The mystery maze of Life
is his journey to pursue
to unearth his colourful centre
and all that is true
As I shut my eyes
Your radiant visage is at the corner of my vision
Your presence warms my soul
Your hand guides my journey
Your wisdom allows me to see the truth
Your courage fortifies my own
–
I long to shut my eyes again
So I can be in your company once more
Auspicious friend
You bring us grace
You show us beauty
–
Witnessing your iridescent blue
our heart flew
Observing your wondrous green
we feel serene
–
Our auspicious friend
with you we have all
My nocturnal friend
How you see what is invisible to me
How you hear what is silent to me
My guide through the dark
To side step the pitfalls that lie in my path
–
My nocturnal friend
How you see the truth that is hidden from me
How you know that which is unknown to me
My fountain of knowledge
Giving me wisdom to find the correct path
–
My nocturnal friend
From the unforgiving forest
the Tattooed Man strides
on a mission
to find the nature spoiler
he derides
With the Woodpecker
as his faithful guide
the sought
has nowhere
to seek refuge and hide
You are in there somewhere
where you and your herd roam
within the imposing deep dark forest
is your concealed and safe home
You are our neighbour we rarely see
Just knowing you are there
wild and free
Fills our heart
with joy and glee