my inner-busybody

~

my inner-busybody  (  a  p o e m  o n  i c e  t h e  m u s i c a l  (  i n  9 – d  )  )

…




( my inner-busybody

told me to )


write an article

for the local parish news


tut like a king

& co-ordinate queues


in god's absence

& to keep an eye on you


( wankers )

...

weather the under

~

weather the under  (  a  p o e m  (  ?  )  )

…



the fox with chickenpox

the weasel with measles

the frog who's feeling off

the anaemic weevil


the snake with the burnt tongue

the poorly poor baboon

the snail struck by the runs

i hope you get well soon

...

drystone wall poem

~

drystone wall poem  (  a  p o e m  )

…



from the west country

to the yorkshire moors

then further & beyond

well there's drystone walls


through the fields they span

up them peaks & tors

since y'oldey days of yon

it's those drystone walls


once cement was scarce

so they're everywhere

scattered trails through the dales

stand we we pray - don't fall


on this bastard land

here they scrawl their sprawl

older than avalon

yes, it's drystone walls

( x )

...

strange little bird

~

strange little bird  (  a  s t r a n g e  l i t t l e  p o e m  )

…




strange little bird

the feathered kind

with off-beat flaps

never in time


your oblique beak

& confused plume

unclassified

none can assume


your species re

taxonomy

truly a winged

anomaly


strange little bird

where have you gone?

i miss your chirps

your quirks, your song

...

there’s a ghost in me toaster

~

there’s a ghost in me toaster  (  a  s h i t  p o e m  )

…




there's a ghost in me toaster

& a dragon in me kettle

little imps in me fridge

& in me cupboards

the devil

( ! )

there's a troll in me fruit bowl

which is more than i can handle

wicked covens in me oven

fuck it

breakfast is cancelled

( forever )

...

 

nans above ( ! )

~

nans above ( ! )  (  a  p o e m  &  a  p i d d l e  )

…




some folk dismay at clouds of grey

they blight the sky or so they say


some sorts despair when grey clouds loom

& then they shout prepare for doom ( ! )


but those clouds were once white then time

it took that toll - 'tis true this rhyme


don't curse the next grey cloud you see

respect their seniority

...

the greats are dull

~

the greats are dull  (  t o o  m u c h  t r u t h  i n  1 6  l i n e s  )

…




the greats are dull

the classics bore

it's no wonder

most folk ignore


this poetry

it doesn't help

its veiled self or

anyone else


this much is clear

yet on things plod

like michaelmas

or dogs in clogs


yon sun still shines

that wind still blows

this poem's shite

( at least i know )

...