I need you
I need You
To be cheery when I’m sad
I need you
To be good when I’m bad
Category: Short Poems
I have seen pleasures great
I have seen pleasures great
Sorrow more distant than a star
When I cared not what was to be my fate
And listened to dreams told from afar
Stories were told of days so bold
Guern Power
Let me tell you a story
Of an island floating in the sea
Of surf and sand and sea and sex
You’ll maybe see it on T.V.
Modern Children
They don’ t have to eat what They don’t want to eat They don’t have to meet whom They don’t want to meet It’s all ‘OKAY’ if they want To stay up late And if you disagree, it’s ’cause You’re a paedophile mate!
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From Travels
I don’t understand why you’re always out when I’m in My soul should be fat but it’s thin
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Freedom from internal oppression!
Too many problems in my life
Just can’t cope with the trouble and strife
Dissaffection is rife
I’ve sold my virgin wife
FRAGMENTS of life is all we have
FRAGMENTS of life is all we have
Crazy-Paving Yellowbrick-Shithouse
Road to Nowhere Everywhere
Shining crock of golden shit
Fools no-one
Everyone loves it.
Earthenware Raven
Is it jug or a jar?
Pandora’s offspring?
Has it come very far?
Distort pledge of worshipful harmonies
COMPLIMENTED ROUGHLY BY MOON-SPOKES DANGLING
FEAR COUNTERED INTELLIGENCE
WHIMP TURNED TO CHURCH
DISTRACTED STUNG BY TUNE
Death Dream 2000
Troley was lying in a garish yellow telephone box. He had been lying there all night, and the light touch of dawn had awakened him. He was cold, and hungry.
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Chernobylahague
It’s a nuclear plant
And it’s sited in France
Not far away, a backwater
They don’t want people to know!
Charity do
See the rich nobs at the charity ‘do’
They only go ‘cos they want to be cool
Paying all that money for a charity affair
Only poor people know how to share
Beggar on the street
Beggar on the street
Will this be his tomb?
of objects which our outer nature rejects
Is the love which begs us to question why?
They moved the goal posts
All my knowledge of death is allied to the life
All my knowledge of death is allied to the life-science
All my knowledge of life is allied to the death-science
All my sickness becomes health
All my poorness becomes wealth
Top of the Town
A twisty-turny maze of monsters and snares
They scare me but I tarry not, bypass such cares.
Walking along by freely flowing waters in a whirl of lightly falling snow
Some Behavioural Aspects of the Insignificant Reality of Words
Chartreuse the handsome man sat at his desk sipping scotch with water. His nose, a dripping sagging feature bowed crookedly beneath sadly sloping eyebrows and a weak, rheumy eye. He was thinking, In alternative dimensions, the one we rarely work in, time, all places are one.
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She unveils herself to smile down upon me from above, pale white blanched skin;
Your beautiful eye hangs in the night sky
Behind your lover the sun has had his play
All native instincts were rooted out
All native instincts were rooted out, mankind in utopia where
There was no anger or hate, yet the state still kept
Banks and banks of plasma guns, just in case, they said,
We should be invaded from outer space.
A Different Road
I work
It is a mind-dulling, monotonous process
Relaxation is guaranteed to purge all rebellious thought in hazy absurdity.
Read MoreA Different Planet
It seemed no sin to believe in magic
Or to be living a myth
A symbiosis between man and nature
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Shit Eating Green
Shit eating Green you’re going to go far
Ecologist on television you’re a movie star
Dope smoking jungle walking environmentalist
Governments and corporations on your hit-list
Shock! Horror! Man Bites Dog
‘Man bites dog!’ so the headline goes
Though how it ever ends no-one really seems to know
The dog was full of spite and the man was full of hate
The newspaper’s aim was this image to inflate
SHORELINES
Went down to the water’s edge
Spoke with the sea
About all the things that were on my mind
Of governments and policy
STAR WARRIOR
To navigate the eternal now
Seeking past and future in the present
Star warrior, eagle-like amongst the galaxies
In Llew Go- Ap
The piper played all day long
Many kinds of youth
They are all there, they are all playing
The old folk listened
To the peculiar noise without approval.
The Behemoth of the Deeps
Temples of the briny, star-encrusted cave mouths
Realms of razorwire around the sacred sacrosanct abomination
Hallowed ground where now rosebay-willowherb and poppies
THE FAT CAT SITS ON THE MAT
I’m a Fat Cat
Reaping the profits of insider dealing
I’m a Fat Cat
I’m into “in-the-know” trading
The King Is Dead; Long Live the King!
Just be, live, carry on, receive and give.
Is madness a reason for not knowing?
The Proseman’ s Guide to Writing Poetry
All lines should rhyme
Because when reading it
This saves a lot of time!
A Different Language
The Teacher spoke in hazardous climes
Insured against healthy and safe times
No camping in monkey vine-rope grids
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Dread Squabble, Reed Warble, Creed Scrawled
Crucifixes watched over in threshold experiential, tracing every motion before
Like a quivering muscle that neurons refuse to fire, yet expanding delight
Earth wanderers and reed-weed squanderers, tumbled into town
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SEX IN THE 80s.
You may be all grown-up and free from guilt concerning sex
But I’m not, I’m caught in some God-damn 80s hex
Belonging to a long-forgotten age of superstition
Second Skin
Before I cast off my second skin
And let the silky darkness in
Turn off the light
And into night
Spill the day’s noise and din.
The Last Living Rose
God bless…
Beautiful England
As the last living Rose
Quivers in your hand.
REDEMPTION POEM
When will I listen? When will I learn?
The right to exist doesn’t equal the right to earn
The Turning of the Tide
Lady Luck, she’s a whore
Learn to live and lick the wounds
Self-inflicted that you adore ~
Pick at the scab that which heals
To deaden the pain which anneals
Kneel before the law you abhor
Over the Bridge
Cross the bridge- Budge!
Criss cross
Pipes, Cables, Girders, Bolts
Whilst up high
Birds wheel in the silky sky
Land treads softly at water’s heel
ON A LOVELY DAY, COBO, CASTEL, GUERNSEY
ELECTRIC ARCHING CRISS-CROSS, MAUVE AZURE AND BLUE
A RIPPLING CORUSCATING COLLAGE OF COLOURS DANCING IN THE SEA-SAND-SCAPE
SUN DIPPED BELOW TUMESCENT KOHL-RIMMED HORIZON
Of Charming Monsters
Who am I?
I am the sun that shines on everyone
Lights you up from tip to toe
Tell you things, perhaps
You’d rather not know
NO NUKES IS GOOD NUKES
NUCLEAR FAST BREEDER REACTOR
SPEEDING TIME IN FISSION FACTOR
PARANOIA BREEDS DISTRUST AND DISDAIN
PUTS BLINKERS ON THE BRAIN
DISGUST AND EXPRESSIONS INANE
SIR GAVIN AND THE GREEN KNIGHT
