Get lost

I want to wander off
into the woods
to see the forest
where mist is king
and all birds sing
the air is pure
the soil mature

I want to get lost…
and be with me

Oh spring

oh spring
with your colourful splendor
so vivid
a canvas full of
natural hues
so tender
an annual reprise
every time
you overwhelm me
and take me
by surprise

Baby bunny

new to life
fearless
yet frail
waggling
it’s tiny tail
freshly furred
brown ha(i)re(d)
and slightly scared
a baby bunny hops
on my grass
mixed with weeds
en masse
as birds sing
and bugs bug
the bunny
freezes
whilst an ugly orange cat
goes into stalking mode

I have to break up the party…

My dna

unwanted chains
impaired by strings
of twisted cells
and all it brings

good and evil
do their duty
mixed dark and light
entwined with beauty

my dna
can’t go away
inherited
is here to stay…

First sun

first sun
what fun
no more depression
after spring
has sprung

april is here
flowers in gear
roses coming out
all the children
bloody shout

first sun
such fun
the rays are here
and the noise begun

Danny the Dalmatian

you’ve spotted me
said Danny
to the overlooking tree

you look
like you are thirsty
so I will kindly wet on thee

I also left you
a fragrance
to freshen up thy bark

so you smell nice
alone
in this landscape oh so stark

No fly zone

a fly
couldn’t fly
in a zone
of his own
so he disguised himself
as a book
but his cover was blown

A courtyard of stone

an old man
playing a violin
devotes
his melancholy notes
to the sun
a blue sky
and a few birds
passing by
whilst forgotten chansons
echo off the walls
of shut shops
beneath a plane tree
almost alone
he brings tears
and joy
to a courtyard of stone

Reigns of sunshine

always here
always there
with sovereign strength
illuminating
at great length
dominating heat
we can’t beat
much longer
the reigns
of sunshine
are getting stronger

To the forest

rising damp
steam and smoke
misty sunlight
like a faded lamp
gazing upon dead wood
covering moist soil
the earth breathing
through snugly moss
trees waving
wandering gust

I should go to the forest
I really must…

Bipolar

2 gay bears
were dancing on ice,
playing a game,
rolling the dice

The ice began to melt
as the heat was on;
all the love they had felt
had sunk and was gone…

My beautiful English rose

she
was born
with many a thorn
prickly
yet blossoming
in my light
not to clamber
over yours truly
much to his delight

holding reds
fragrant and fresh
she stands firm
with puissant pose
now stuck
in me
I embrace her sting
my beautiful
English rose

A Nonymous

A Nonymous
was a shy young man
who came up
with a perfect plan

bought a cabin
in the boonies
to keep away
from all the looneys

glued his postbox
shut the blinds
build a fence
and planted mines

he removed himself
from internet
and stayed at home
all day in bed

turned his phone off
night and day
and put a sign up:
“Stay Away!!”

Can we go back

can we go back
a little
maybe a thousand years
when there were other fears
rough but pure
a disease
no cure
when trees
were green
and forests clean
all in balance
almost good
no climate challenge

can we go back

No more

No more petrol
No more plastic
No more transportation
No more farming
No more deforestation
No more fertilizers
No more drilling
No more garbage
No more ignorance
No more talk
No more humans
No more pollution
We need a solution

Screen door

aluminium and mesh
held by squeaky hinges
welcomes
a gentle entry
of air
frequently fresh
oft carried
by a soft summer’s breeze
passing from porch to pantry
keeping bugs at bay
backing the back
and the front door
all seasons
night and day

More flies

more flies
fly in
than they do out

they must like head butting windows
what’s that
all about?

Two yellow lines

two yellow lines
lead the way
directing us
to follow
the right side,
or the left,
in curves
through pines
and meadows
deserts
and forsaken lands
on endless slabs
at the hands
of the carefree
careful
and careless
crossing
or not
two yellow lines

Cemetery

haven
for forgotten souls
marked by
sagging tombstones
of grandfathers
and newborn babies
absorbed by soil
overgrown
by moss
and lost memories
I dwell in silence
and stroll silently…

I still visit my friend

Snow

a virgin blanket
sewed with frozen powdered aqua
covering the lands
light and white
forsaken
at the hands
of the sky…

a soft throw;
I think it’s called snow

Dark grey clouds

through the small space
between my curtains
I can’t help but notice
dark grey clouds
slowly moving
and hovering
over leafless trees

I pray for more natural beauty
I am on my knees

Proud to hold your hand

through all the parks
and fields
along the hedges
defining hills
on countless paths
over bridges
of creeks with ditches
smelling spring flowers
for hours and hours
I squeeze
you smile
and understand
that I’m in love
with you
and proud
to hold your hand

Magpie

your screechy
raspy chatter
wakes me up
with querulous
clatter

harsh
shrieking
blare
I hear your racket
everywhere

outcry
rebel yell
before dawn
too early
false alarm

raucous piercing
repeatedly
to distraction
I shout BUGGAR OFF!
but get no reaction

Harvey the Hog 🐷 and Jeffrey the Jackal 🦊

Harvey the Hog
and Jeffrey the Jackal
were looking for femmes
to put in a shackle

lured by fame
they tricked them with tricks
demanding indecent proposals
to do with their pricks

the molested femmes
took the animals to court
ensuring their stay
in a restrained resort

Jeffrey got hanged
by petrified peers
leaving hog Harvey crippled
by shame and fears

Armageddon

forsaken
are the lands
where we used
to hold our hands
rotten to
the core
where we
happily lived before

barren
is the soil
after shuffling off
this mortal coil
nothing left
to put right
lost the battle
gave up the fight…

Autumn is back

colder
are
the nights

fresher
are
the mornings

redder
are
the leaves

shorter
are
the days

and
f*ck knows
where I’m going
with this
but autumn is back
whilst I’m
taking the piss

Mine owneth trail

eventho
thou art mine compass
and guiding lighteth
ste’ring me
in the right direction
I needeth to findeth
mine self reflection

I can’t beest sidetrack’d
and loseth mine bearings
whilst I walketh
mine owneth trail
yet I shall ch’rish
thy guidance
as I am only frail

Wet dream

I dreamed of her
when she woke me up
in the pouring rain
when I noticed a wet stain
and could not comprehend
why there was a tiny hole
in my brand new
thrift shop tent

The mirror of my pond

on this late
summer’s
dusk
I
peacefully
gaze and stare
at
the magical flow
of tiny waves
dancing
trancing
on the ceiling
of my bedroom
as the sun
reflects
a precious
tranquil diversion
bright dazzling light
of which I’m fond
the mirror of my pond

Forced

forced
we are
in this descent
called life
thrown into the deep
by mother
mean husband
or nagging wife

forced,
we sink
going under
almost drowning
afore we resurface
and drift
unpleasantly
frowning

forced
we float
serene and endless
on a summer’s day
until we’ve washed
upon a bank
to die
and rot away…

Asphalt veins

cracked
torn
burst
by traffic
and weather
pavements exposing
asphalt veins
linking together
the crevices of today
spreading
beautiful
and unpredictable
random meanderings
of perpetual decay

Corvus Corax

black raven
sitting on a fence
feeling blue
don’t know what to do

waiting for death
to come to his gate
was it eyes of a human
he recently ate?

looking at me
if I were its prey
too big to handle?
maybe some day…

The fly and the vandal

the fly was crying
as he knew it was dying
behind glass it was stuck
sheer out of luck

caught in a greenhouse
didn’t know what to do
he just had his dinner
after feasting on poo

the heat drove him mad
made him tired and sad
head butting the pane
messed up his brain

there was no exit
that he could see
till a stone broke the glass
and he was set free

delighted and relieved
the fly flew away
grateful to the vandal
who tried to hit him that day

3 blind mice

three blind mice
were eating stir fried rice
after they had dinner
they also wanted ice

but as they couldn’t see
they asked the cat to get it
yet the cat ate them instead
after he said: forget it!

Clear de lune

spotlight
in the sky
enlightens us
periodically
methodically
shining to aid
the ones that have stayed
after the sun departed
the bright night started
our evening lamp
I see it dear
clear
de lune

Message in a bottle

message
posted
coasted
over
out
into
the sea
took part of me

with it
absorbed
by the waves
my behaves
by currents
into the deep
with the flow
it will go

and
perhaps
be found
by you
hopefully
tomorrow
to make you smile
for a while

Drawn by light

drawn
to the darkness of night
it was redirected
by first light
and the fading moon
sketching
a pretty picture
the mixture
of faded shadows
and songs
of morning sparrows

alive
this live blinding spectacle
recurring
with precious innocence
awoke
on a spring dawn
rising
on shores
of hopeful new starts
passing slowly
as it departs…

Prickly skin

prickly skin
itchy
scratchy
don’t know where to begin

stung by sun
pinned by sting
brought out by heat
even on my feet

white turns to red
lumpy bumps
I toss in bed
wishing I was dead

Empididae

dancing flies
do their loopies
under blue sky
these twirly groupies

they make my day
when they wander
squander
meander

round and round
they dance to light
these happy creatures
make my night

What if

what if before we became human we were rejected alien mutants.
what if the bible is written by a few drunken disciples who just made everything up.
what if we are a dish god has put aside to watch it rot for fun.
what if we had no wars and diseases.
what if there’s no luck but twisted hope.
what if there’s no meaning to life but for our egos need to uphold the contrary.
what if everyone was more positive to open up to open up.
what if people would know that hate is only fear.
what if there’s no heaven.
what if this is all a dream.
what if we reject change because it’s safe to hold on to what we know even if it’s bad.
what if I just wrote this to make people think and use their brains if only for a second.
what if we realize that we have the freedom to think what we want and say it.
what if we question everything.
what if there’s no (easy) answers.
what if this is just a load of bull.
what if I don’t want comments as these are just thoughts…

what if what if…

Not his vamp

“I think I’m in love”
the blind man thought
not knowing what to do
yet he kissed the hairy gal
before she uttered mooo!

he stepped into her homemade pie
which lay there warm and damp
barefooted came
to realise
the cow was not his vamp

Church bells

bear clinging metal
reveal secrets they hold
through centuries of ringing
their stories are told
as bells witnessed
life and death
from first cry
till our last breath

Trees

absorbing rain
sun and air
rooted to soil
feel no despair

leaves grow slowly
open to the sky
residing silently
not wondering why

gracefully observing
not in a hurry
they stand in peace
and never worry

Beef

I ain’t got
no beef
with you
said the cow
to the butcher
so chop chop
Go!
and leave me
now
and perhaps
someday
I shall
forgive you
somehow

Baby

your naked smile
a fragile pile
of newborn flesh
smelling fresh

looking up
wondering why
your ass is damp
instead of dry…

Crisp

crisp
is the new born
dawn
on a fresh
winter’s lawn
as frozen mist
covers
the lands
with pure white
reflecting
the peaceful
art
of a slow
rising
innocent
start

Swamp monster

the greedy nasty wife
did nothing
in the house
except
getting up to eat
and shouting at her spouse

her fragile man
came home hungry
after working hard and late
noticed
all the food had gone
that his Ethel ate

had him run out
to the store
being ordered
to get more
called her a swamp monster
whilst walking out the door

when he came back
he was upset
not knowing what to do
but then he thought
you know what
I’ll take her to the zoo

My fish

my fish
wag their tails
elegantly
in curvy trails

no apparent
straight path
unpredicted
enjoying their bath

up and down
they travel light
moving about
all day and night

Cherries

I cherish
all the cherries
as I pick them
on the way
to our garden
of life

the juicy ones
ripe for the taking
whole
sweet and chewy
just like you
my dear wife

Hot legs

damp
steamy
thighs
stand
firmly
on
a
misty
mellow
meadow
whilst
the big
orange sun
heats
the green
underneath
the mare
gazing
on
a frosty
autumn morn
after
a new sunrise
is born

Gypsy eyes

half moon shaped
dark brown pearls
i love the eyes of
those gypsy girls

centuries of suffering
mirrored in their souls
worldly wisdom
gathered thru endless strolls

mixed Indian beauty
created over time
inherited musical talent
prodigy in rhyme

Foolish gold

bulldozing bullies
digging deep
relentlessly
hacking
making birds weep

tearing
ripping up
soil
rerouting rivers
makes my red blood boil

In search
of the yellow
whilst thrashing trees
withholding empathy
to zero degrees

Destroyers
of pretty green
stirred and shaken
grab what they can
Fool’s gold for the takin’

Bloody weeds

bloody weeds
bloody weeds
they bloody bleed
like bloody blood
between bloody tiles
it bloody feeds
on bleedin seeds
I’m on me knees

pulling
scraping
amongst bloody beezzz
summer’s breeze
sun and rain
I won’t complain
I’ll endure
the greens
the bloody pain

Alfresco

the butterflies dance
with elegant swerve
carried by breeze
and dangerous curve

in my small garden
they’ve come alive
gliding on wind
makes them revive

cruising through air
i watch them fly
floating with ease
as time passes by…