the wind pests
by blowing
its morrow breeze;
the rays feel warm
yet I bloody freeze
Nature
Shower curtain
drawn
to divide
naked from air
all is steamed up
and I am just bare
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
The rise of a new sun
the rise
of a new sun
at the break
of dawn
tries to squeeze light
through
my eyelids drawn
I try to resist
and turn
the other cheek
but I’m not ready yet,
I’m still
too weak
A spotted bouncy deer
breezy break of day
a spotted bouncy deer
stands
near the perfect trees
hidden
in plain sight
slightly in fear
smelling
a potential danger
of a hunting stranger
My weeping willow
you may look down
yet I adore
your sorrow
I love
your woe
my weeping willow
Birds on the water tower
they reign from their tower
their view is their own
they stare and they gaze
from their big water throne
they observe, coo and caw
as they rattle and whirr
moved by the wind,
in the sky they sing
and confer…
You’ve grown on me
you’ve grown on me
said the wall to the creeper
you often suffocate me
but you are definitely a keeper
The scattered leaves 🍁
endearingly
by slow death
they fall
graciously
down
altered in colour
from red
to brown
from crying trees
the scattered leaves
Love seed
you planted
a love seed in my heart
that sprouted
and grew
into a colorful spring flower
which makes me smile
and happy
every
waking
hour
Forgotten schoolbus
overgrown
by branches
moss
and algae
occupied
by insects
spiders
and debris
covered
in rust
and dust
overtaken
by decay
the once bright yellow
faded
all away
Sing sing sing
birds that play
fly freely
are never caught
make silly noises
and sing
sing
sing
Our demise
a dark descend
there is only fear
yet forgiveness
my dear friend
I pray
and put to rest
the beginning
of our end
Get on your knees!
get on your knees
and colour
the lands
do it with verve
and the patience
it demands…
The damp of a dog turd (naughty version)
smoking hot
from ass to grass
a soft brown substance
came to pass
The damp of a dog turd (the nice version)
early
on a sunny spring’s morn
something beautiful
and odorous was born
Old ladder
overhead
watchful ornament
reached for the top
to some extent
old ladder
hanging bare
bears witness
a silent stare
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…
Global warming
I warm
to anyone…
anyone who is kind
locally
or globally
I don’t really mind
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
Wolf
nocturnally
p’rtaining to the night
the animal wast adrift
and howling out of sight
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
Als je de weg kwijt bent
als je de weg kwijt bent
kies dan een ander pad
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
Consumed and absorbed
I want to be consumed by nature
and absorbed by fate
I need to travel with the light
before it is too late
Basket case
She, in the garden
standing
twirling
absorbing
rays
watching
bees
and butterflies
fly
on colorful sunny days
circling
around her
she stays
She, in the garden
Mystic earthly stray
unaware
of things
out there
you build
your beliefs
collected
and divided
by day dreams
hoping
they’ll come true
somehow
one day
searching
for the right
or left path
on your
mystic
earthly
stray
Polluting pipes
hot damp
bouncing of
cold asphalt
polluting pipes
of vehicles
driving
economy
thriving
smoke
all around
we slowly choke
seriously
it ain’t no joke
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…
The clouds are crying
there’s no denying
the clouds are crying
acid rain
is here again
a polluted stain
on all our forsaken lands
whilst we hold our hands
walking into extinction
You sea I see
calm
and wide
you come
and go
with the tide
guided by sun
and moon
your vastness
filling in
the voids
the depths
connecting lands
you sea
I see
we connect
somehow
you
and me
Footprints 👣 in the snow
you absorb
my footprints
as they leave
an impression,
capturing them
in quick succession
a transitory imprint
sustains
afore your
graceful retreat
when the sun comes up
and turns on the heat
Continues drizzle
gently
steadily
drip drip drip…
I may
just have
another kip
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!!”
Go with the flow
go with the flow
said one tumbleweed
to the other
let the wind carry us far
so let’s rock and roll
my dear brother
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
Slug trail
the mark
the trail
the path
it took
to stain
my glass
with slime
Sublime!
The freedom of a fence
with air
passing through
you stand firm
and often tall
a borderliner
exposed to elements
weather
and dog piss
sat
and shat on
by birds
you witness
all
suspense
excitement
and the rest
the freedom
of a fence
The sun makes dust dance
it does…
Do not rattle my cage
“pet me little one,
but do not rattle my cage”
said the lion at the zoo
or I may eat you up
and turn you
into poo
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
All lives matter
black lives matter
white lives matter
red lives matter
yellow lives matter
blue lives matter
green lives matter
grey lives matter
it doesn’t matter;
all lives matter
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
Your bark
your bark
is not as bad as mine
said the maple
to the dog
so please
don’t urinate on me
or I may end up
like a log
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
I stick my neck out
I stick
my neck out
for you
said the giraffe
to the mouse
but I can’t see
no cheese
no skirting board
and I don’t see
no house
A wasp 🐝
a wasp
can’t help
being a wasp
and neither can Sting
A very short story about a man who thought he would live forever
He died.
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
Your dimples
the concaves of your cheeks
shape the contours
of your face
when you smile
your lovely hollow creases
seem to be in the right place
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
Eggcited
I am elated
and so delighted
I can hide eggs
for my offspring
in the rain
I am
thoroughly eggcited
Wind and time
sacred confidants
in a daily spectacle
a visual rhyme
pushing clouds
along the skyline
interacting
perpetually
wind and time
Ginkgo tree
all
I see
is you
dear tree
you smell
a bit
but I’m in love
with thee
(Photo: Noriyuki Kajiwara)
A short story on the perseverance of a slug
a little effort
goes a long way
when you crawl
from New York
to LA
Dawn
Dawn
mowed
the lawn
at dusk
as she was
drawn
to the night
but left her
in the dark
waiting
for first light
Stuck on you
I’m stuck on you
said Remora to the shark
I will follow you
into the deep
and in the dark
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
House near the sea
alone
I stand
grounded
yet free
with a roof
over my head
watching the waves
this rebellious sea
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…
Big pupils
are you happy?
are you afraid?
are you excited?
I see a spark
are they on fire?
are they ignited?
Walk with me
walk with me
talk to me
I’ll set you free
I’m your petagree
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
Apocalypse Now!
Step right up!
Read all about it!
Apocalypse now!
Can’t do nothin about it!
All will melt!
The rest shall burn!
Join the cue!
Await your turn!
Amphibious rejection
I’ve never
promised you
a rose garden
said Franny the Frog
to Teddy the Toad
but you could
test the water
before me
on the other side
of that busy road
Deep throat
come inside me
said the giraffe
to the slug
when you slide down
my deep throat
I will swallow you
whole…
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
Fly me to the moon
fly me
to the moon
as I am down
to earth 🌍
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…
Drama of the Derbyshire hills
thick
low
mist
hovering
over the
low hills
and moors
expresses
depresses
the morning
like a covering blanket
of drama
smothering
early morning’s horizon
of the mystic peak
Life and death of a coffee bean
grown up
grounded
grinded
mixed
ended
blended
burned
flavour
returned
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
The rain
it’s here
it’s back
the endless
pissing rain
relentlessly
beating down
on me
here we go again
Our forsaken lands
forgone beauty
I must weep
for certain
observations
still to keep
we have not it’s future
in our mortal hands
what are left
are the memories
of our forsaken lands
Groovy tracks
grooves
grooved
by turning wheels
sculpted carvings
amongst engraved heels
tracks
tracked
in sand ‘n blubber
left stamps of memories
by treads of rubber
Straight and narrow
liveth thy life
to the max
whilst slipping
through the straight
and narrow cracks
Hug me!
Hug me!
said the porcupine
to the hedgehog,
but please don’t stab me
in the back
Overflowing pond
slow
water rising
all is flooding
aqua everywhere
grass drowning
gasping for air
I’m not too fond
of my overflowing pond
Few words
I’m a man
of few words…
yet I talk
about the bees and the birds…
they fly
What are the chances
what are the chances
what will it be
coincidence
or intentions
a combination
of circumstances
to a certain degree?
The bird
you blow me away
said the bird
to the wind
and move me
to places
where I need not be
quarantined
Proseed
the mad cow
grabbed the bull
by the horns
and said:
dear sire,
not for prosperity
nor for need;
just turnover,
please proseed
Rest assured
rest assured
said the sloth
to his friend
just hang tight
and one day
you’ll understand
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…
Out of fashion
with wars
out of fashion
eMission
became our passion
but we may
need a disease
to put our planet
at ease
Sweathard
you are
my sweathard
and you smell
of b.o.
yet I love
your strong odor
so please
do not go
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
Frozen feathers
like feathers
they crept on
my windshield
on a cold
winters night
and engraved
their frozen signatures
portrayed
by morning light
Friend ship
all a bored
friends
afloat
up shit creek
rocking a boat
hunky-dory
another story
at close quarters
of former glory
Cactus
I want to hug you
at the end of the day
but your prickly spikes
keep me at bay…
The wind
never ending
never still
always present
here at will
Nurture nature!
feed
and protect
the precious sacred soil –
saviour
our ever
spinning earthly coil
Are you for reel
are you
for reel
said the wire
to the tackle –
am I bound
to this fate
and confined
to catch mackerel?
Ocean of emotion
I am
an ocean
of emotion
in and out
with the tides
and current commotion
I am
an ocean
of emotion
drowning
in a deep pool
of moving salty potion
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!
Smog
smog
man made
fog
Sidney
choking
I’m not joking
depressing
thought
and thought
provoking
down under
creatures
smoking
smog
man made
fog
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
For what it’s worth 💵
for what it’s worth
we shall destroy you,
perhaps,
gladly,
sadly,
Mother Earth
Hyena
prey on me
hunt me down
eat me up
devour me clown
crush me
with your forceful jaw
eat me up
consume me raw
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
Rock of Gibraltar
you are
my rock
of Gibraltar
even when
I’m fallible
and falter
lying on a slab
you led me to
at the altar
I shouldn’t have married an Eskimo
cold
were the nights
in a hut
made of snow
as a nudist
I suffered
and had no place
to go
I froze
my balls off,
my crown jewels
were gone
so I pinched
a bear skin
and sneaked off
at dawn
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…
Mount Neverest
I can’t
carry
your baggage
on my back
yours and mine
as I have my
very own
treacherous hill
to climb…
Don’t pine for me
don’t pine
for me
said the ever green tree
but if you chop me down
you’ll be lumbered
with me
In the sun
in the sun
I may find
my peace
to unwind
natural d3
all free
all good
excellent for me…
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…
Fantastic sewer
down the tubes
downstream
it flows
eject your excess
bye bye it goes
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
Duelling cats
petite tigers
on my lawn
crying
afore dawn
treading in slow motion
what’s up
with the racket
and all this commotion
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
Excremental morning
look up
watch out
a falling turd
shat on
by a shitting bird
your black dress
stained
by flying poo
what are you
going to do
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…
Don’t fall in love with me
don’t fall in love with me
said the wasp
to the bee
but you can still
call me honey
if you let me sting you
periodically
on a flower
when it’s sunny
🐝
Mantis
you eat me up
with your power
you devour
me
I am your prey
femme fatale
you pinned me down
I cannot flee
Keep me in line
keep me in line
before the cord snaps
said the fish
but don’t take me
hook, line and sinker
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
Nigella
your luscious food
must taste so good
your show I love
to watch;
you bring it on
with spunk and verve
and savory curves
to match…
Love is blind
beauty is in the eyes
of the beholder
thought the little bat
as he lost his way
and flew too low
into a big old hungry cat
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
Fern frost
white
frosty
flowers
on my windows
shapes of
icy crystal art
I gaze at
it’s creative
drawings
which look
so cool
and smart
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’
Flying rats
oh pigeon
oh pigeon
thou art beyond
any religion
picking
poisoned
evil food
where i’m sat or where i’m stood
on my head
or on me knee
sit anywhere
you want to be
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…
Witty Words 