Back in the green a true pastoral scene, an external chapel a wish in Winter's dream ... Be it meadow, peak or bracken wherever chance & stuff may happen, the splendour shall possess & gently caress you shall be taken abacken ... By the ambrosial leaves & part-time bees the enchanting beauty, oh so serene, but when it then gets too much & you've now had enough just insert sumit like: Fuckin' obscene ...
Poetry
easily in the top 7
Sunday,
Sunday,
a walk up as hill
a time for climb & chill,
good view snooze
…
Sunday,
Sunday,
today is God’s day off
which encourages lazy sods,
he started it
…
Sunday,
Sunday,
like Saturday but on Valium
a gentle deadening of the pallium,
pre-Mond’ fix
…
Oh Sunday,
Sunday,
you quiet bland fizzly peak
your beige shades are quite unique,
please come back in a week
…
dark weekend
Come to my shed endorse undead, you can be the 2nd member of my Saturday Satan Club. We'll paint our nails, shun nature trails & scowl with intent until the cows come down from the dales & kill us, violently, possibly, hopefully, you never know like ... Please x
cogitations at dusk
Evening,
like the afternoon like
but closer to night,
a dwindling
& mingling
of light time & dark
-a nightingale
hark!
No, wait,
it’s still a thrush,
cogitations at dusk
…
Evening (x 2)
It’s also a greeting
plus a well worn metaphor
for the-elderly-&-permanently-fleeting,
a twinkling
of not too long
this glistening song
-oh shit!
I’ve left the iron on
…
whim change
The whim changed direction
without a single objection,
nor sole interjection
or mournful string section
…
& I followed suit
without refute or dispute,
another care-free pursuit
we might be en route
…
If not, it’s still a detour
there might be swings & slides plus see saw,
which easily shits on free fall
but will we remember what we saw
?
…
The whim changed because it could
as I suspected whim possibly would,
& no one tried to stop or trap it
maybe on a whim though
-they probably should
…
?
dark nature?
My other magpie
is actually a weapon,
& my other cuddly kitten
is bursting with venom
…
My other amoeba
is fucking humongous,
my other symbiotic best mate
is a parasitic fungus
…
My other dear seal pup
craves human flesh,
& my other elephant
fearlessly stamps on mice
–
my other, my other
but not me
I’m nice
…
x
sheep shanty
Let’s up the ante
& sing a sheep shanty,
& celebrate the wooly residents of this land
the ewes, the rams, the tegs, the lambs
…
We’ll tell of former flocks
& crofts & licks & troughs,
thus glorifying the ovinely amazing
the never complaining them, steadfastly grazing
…
Yes, let’s up the ante
& sing a sheep shanty,
as other folk might join in, having travelled from afar
– by the way, there’s only 1 lyric & it’s ‘baa’
…
hedgefuck
A hedgefuck is born the brain's gone hawthorn, a typical sticky wicket in the enchanting guise of thicket ...
the weir & the wonderful
We’re weir peering
we’re peering over our local weir,
& lobbing in sticks
& empty packets of crisps
& watching them dissapear
…
We’re weir peering
which may seem weird or non-gay queer,
I know it’s not for everyone
but soz, it’s our idea of fun
so there’s need to stare or snear or jeer
…
As we’re only weir peering
I’d blame the men that built this weir,
many years have come & gone
but their weiry legacy still weirs on,
we’re weir peering
–
3 cheers for weir
…
upon re-examining the sleep-phase
A fairly nondescript inanimate object
in a fairly nondescript dream,
to be honest it was quite blurry in places
yet maybe you’ll understand what it all means
…
There were bits of bits of bits there
& fragments of parts of stuff,
& possibly some other things
but hopefully that’s enough
…
It was definitely a Wednesday & I met Nessy
& I think I might have heard the Sirens sing,
plus my old Chemistry teacher dressed as a French maid
-cuh! 1 of these nights we’ll be able to record these things
…
resarf poetry 