I'm a mover and a shaker
I'm a dancer and heart breaker
I'm a groover and a laugher
And a I'll-get-you-after
I'm an optimist and specialist
For being against the pessimist
And I'm grinning and I'm winking
As this boat is sinking
A collection of poems and short stories, from a long time ago and from today. Some are light hearted, others are more serious, some are simply extracts from larger pieces of ficiton I am writing.
Monday, 8 August 2016
30/08 Movement
Friday, 5 August 2016
29/07 Swallow
Where did my life go?
Many moons ago I was
Dancing
Amongst the flowers
There was a bright sun
And a bold swallow
Flittering nearby
Beak agape and
Scooping
Up the mayflies, midges, bees
I had pigtails
Like my friends and
Didn't have a care in the world
Except to be happy
Now I am sitting
In a chair
Reclining but
Trying to look busy as my
Desk piles up with work
And I only watch
The birds float by
The chair is hard and doesn't work properly
Too awkward for my legs
And I have to stare at
A screen
Oh yes I have my little screen
And it's my life screen
But I hide it from keen eyes
Pretending to
Work work
But all I want to do is find the swallow
Again
Thursday, 4 August 2016
28/07 Gravity
Gravity
Thou force eternal
Invisible and indivisible
Thou power mighty
Strong and true
Never letting go
With the grip of a
Thousand battalions
Getting stronger and tighter
With each condensing planet
You hold us to the earth
Keeping us from falling
You let the moon men
Leap to great heights
And the John Carters more so
They soar like eagles
Yet always come back
To the surface safety
For thy art undying
Undefying and underlying
Everything
That is existent
27/07 Manatee
Come on
Depravity
Let me
Surrender to thy
Insanity
Fill me with
Serenity
That has madness inside
Let me feel the
Humanity
Of a wild
Manatee
Who may look like
Nothing
Yet holds more morals in his fin
Than your fucking
Whole body
26/07 Hold
Hold hold
Hold the door
And hold the phone
Hold the gate
And hold the stone
Hold the cup
And hold the wall
Let go the flood
So it drowns us all
Tuesday, 2 August 2016
25/07 Suggest
Who are you to suggest
That I have not
The mind of a scholar
Who are you to say
That I have not
The spirit of a warrior
I tell you
Fighters are found mine pits
Writers in the dark hell
Fluffy and cute are
Found in the scaled monster
The beloved
In the scorned
24/07 Parrots
Where to do
What to go
It's a strange world here
With parrots in the snow
Ice breaks on the sand shore
Sun shines down below
And there are birds restless
Meandering
Parrots in the snow
Little does cooing
Diving down on rodents fine
And a great hawk digesting leaves
There are parrots
In the snow
This is a strange world and
A strange land
Full of big people and little chiefs
But it's a pure place
A good place
With parrots in the snow