Shot Star
A country comet, blazing through
The skies of peace and status quo –
Your portents wasted to the blue.
You shout your name and on you go,
With not a trace of plague or coup
Or sparks beyond your pretty show.
Shot Star
Category: Short Pieces
Regulation Jollity
Regulation Jollity
What can this madness be ?
April Fools ?
Ah yes, the day of anarchy
(Strictly by the rules).
Oh, what an almost-clever parody –
Let me laugh at such hilarity:
Hee. Hee. Hee.
Well don’t I feel a tit,
And there was I expecting wit –
I guess the joke’s on me.
The Deep State of Fear
The Deep State of Fear
First it was the Devil and his minions beseiging us,
And then it was the Cath’lics and the Pope –
After them the Masons with their fingers in the pies,
And then the Jews would steal away all hope –
And don’t forget the Communists, the baby-eating Communists,
To polish up the ever-slipp’ry slope –
Today’s we blame the media, tomorrow blame the nanobots,
But do we ever blame ourselves ? Hell, nope !
Piratez Moi
Piratez Moi
If you like me – use me, take me,
Pass me on and make me fly.
If you hate me – change me, break me,
Set me right or let me die.
Eulogies
Eulogies
1
At sorrowed times like this, I’ve heard it said
That mem’ry is the living of the dead –
So when I find I dwell too long a-while,
I tell myself to call to mind your smile.
2
Not the chance unmet,
Not the promise broken…
This alone do I regret –
Words left unspoken.
3
I never thought this day would call
When I stand here and you lie there –
Of course, our time comes to us all,
It isn’t wrong, and only fair.
I knew it too, down deep below,
By grace of fate and rule of thumb –
I knew some day you’d have to go,
Yet never thought that day would come.
Ancient & Modern
Ancient & Modern
To tell the future we were here,
To tell our names and what we think,
What gods we praise and tribes we fear,
What bread we bake and wine we drink –
That we do more than just hunt deer
And gather fruits for year on year,
But proudly harvest grain for beer !-
Then build in stone, and write in ink !
Gordianwort
Gordianwort
Knotweed, yes-weed,
Garden-in-a-mess weed,
Big-leaves, red veins,
Sprinting down the old lanes.
Upstart, groundswell,
Settled in all too well,
Regrowth, nine-lives –
Fattening the bee-hives.
