light be there let

~

light be there let  ( tel ereht eb thgil  )

 

can the goblins see me?

but the wind is plasticine

she is not an octopus

then the seventh century

soaring with the goshawks

underneath the garden

are there swans in swansea?

on a magic carpet

born before the cod wars

february the fifty fifth

farmers farting parsnips

bees in aberdeen

sod a soggy michaelmas

yet the lemon cheesecake

sings another songbook

love me like a mayfly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

dim dawdles

~

dim dawdles  (  seldwad mid  )

 
sofa comatose
then a stumble rose

mumble in the clear
balladeer of bones

middle night is bright
bolting poltergeist

owl a sound & scape
squawk within a walk

play within a plot
crystal chrysalis

‘fore the yawns of dawn
silver trails of snails

scattering of ash
tattered scraps of maps

pissing in this mist
cabbage anorak

squirms within a book
rain upon the brain

sun is underneath
gleams until the eaves

scumbled umbra hue
leas in lieu of green

warble walrus roar
witch within a ditch

lark in gargled dark
marbled stars of sight

sprite the yellow moon
blooming over hills

purple purring breeze
shapes of phantom badgers

bend is swirling in
spin me back to sleep

 

 

( author notes )

the moon was yellow last night

& she looked lovely

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

august a chorus

~

august a chorus  (  surohc a tsugua  )

 

dust is a feather

flutters ‘n’ fleeting

rust is the tether

the deign of the done

 

laugh is a ladder

adders ‘n’ weeping

ink in the bladder

a snail on the run

 

salad’s a tosser

weasels ‘n’ weaving

cannons ‘n’ fodder

the kiss of a nun

 

pied is the piper

drummers ‘n’ beating

time is a tiger

the cream in y’ bun

 

scrawl is a trooper

easter is sleeping

shoot the computer

a laser, a gun

 

dawn is a walrus

even is creeping

august a chorus

& fade with the sun

 

 

 

 

4.44 a.m

~

4.44 a.m  (  m.a 44.4  )

 

as the turquoise cat

& the boy

from under the sofa

 

play a yellow cello

on the tip

of your left elbow

 

as the purple moon

in the corner

of the pantry

 

wails a tale of whales

in the kippers

of the morning

 

& the snoring shrew

in the shoe

beyond it all – or

 

clouds of thereabouts

over ghosts

of underneath

 

where the chorus crows

in the swirling

of a circle

 

as a mountain hare

pips the innards

of a pear

 

( so there )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

four voles

~

four voles ( selov ruof )

~

four voles ( selov rouf )

 

one swan sings a song

two shrews sniffing glue

three fleas leap a tree

four voles – on a stroll

 

 

( author notes )

& apparently

according to

the stats

the most popular

name

for a hamster

last year

was barry

with 97.8 %

of all males

& 87.3 %

of all females

named barry

throughout the world

& on the moon

too

which must have been

a fantasy

back in the nineties

but we’re the modernest

( relatively speaking )

yet

so there

p.s

i made that

hamster fact up

but hopefully you

already knew that

& this is what passes

as a joke

’round my way

– cheers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ffo gnidnuos

~

ffo gnidnuos  ( sounding off )

 

never eat shredded wheat

the midlands is a buffer-zone

only troll the b.b.c

& n.p.c’s on twatter

karens, cunts & cannibals

weasels of this human zoo

monkey-skunks with tongues of dung

bitching shit in village pubs

alcohol is muppet juice

wear a pair of rubber boots

leather is the skin of death

meat is callous carnage

kiss the twists of river mist

adders lie in pasture’s grass

i am not y’ fucking gimp

stick y’ mask up y’ ass

gold is old but silver’s birch

words are birds & butterflies

ash is flash & oak’s a cloak

from sping – until the autumn

war’s a scam & all’s a stage

convid is a ponzi scheme

jesus is an octopus

earth’s an egg & mars is green

venus shines beyond the night

try to write by candlelight

with a quill or fountain pen

faces hide in clouds

sing a hymn in libraries

poetry’s a diary

prosody’s a lottery

the internet is not your friend

 

 

 

 

(  author fuckin’ notes )

 

does anyone else remember nostalgic recollections?

i love looking back – to the days when i used to look back

( it’s twice as warm then – with doubly lovely blinkers on )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

piss another proem

~

piss another proem  (  meorp rehtona ssip  )

 

 

once upon a yarn

underneath the moon

as the badgers barked

with the village loon

 

so the annals wrote

in amongst the dross

when the spectres float

& the bishops toss

 

turning circled sleep

over once again

in the middle’s mist

mizzle is the rain

 

mares within the air

retribution’s now

butchers dreamt a death

eaten by a cow

 

bakers burnt the cakes

poets kissed the stars

venus sings – begin

jupiter & mars

 

hark, the howl of owls

& the scribbles pen

once upon a yarn

something happened then

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

an open letter to a local ghost

~

an open letter to a local ghost  (  tsohg lacol a ot rettel neop na  )

 

dearest headless horseman

stalker of the moors

haunter of the heather paths

phantom of the peat bogs

 

frightener of hikers

clergymen & cub scouts

‘tween the night & twilight

on a shadow donkey

 

fearful spin thy dark yarns

first the stench of sulphur

mint & pickled onions

then a howling wind growls

 

as your form emerges

flee or else be feasted

eater of the lost souls

‘mid the mist & frost

 

all your socks are washed

& your underpants – too

so come home soon

dinner’s in the oven

love phyllis

x

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

flimflamdemia fatigue

~

flimflamdemia fatigue  (  eugitaf aimedmalfmilf  )

 

asses ‘n’ gasses ‘n’ muzzle the masses

sing in a spin of the onions in pickles

eagles in trusses & sheeple on busses

larks in the garden – a shit in the thistles

weasels deceiving as beetles are heaving

dung in a dungeon, the rubber of riddles

puppets in pockets & lizards in lockets

muppets are lapping the pap of the piffles

piss in the papers – the barrels, the scrapers

lions not liars – the pricks in the middles

tossers are turning, the blither is burning

earth in a flap with a touch of the sniffles

( oh no )

 

 

 

( author notes )

” worse things happen at sea, you know “

( eric idle )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

penance poem

~

penance poem  ( meop ecnanep  )

 

i shall paint the humber bridge

with a toothbrush & a prayer

 

yeah, i’ll count the shifting clouds

of a breezy afternoon

 

i shall sweep the forest floor

& the oceans undertow

 

with a hop but not a skip

& feed the planet’s gannets

 

i will raise the dodo so

from the dozy realms of death

 

& then deck the rubber walls

in them halls of amenti

 

as i sing the hymn of sisyphus

& tantalus’s tongue

 

’til the forty fourth of august

underneath the blue moonbeams