Nov 15, 2019

The Lament of the One Armed Sailor













I wandered lonely as a bastard
Even had my own tin tankard
Travelled thrice around the world
And married the loveliest, prettiest girl

She gave me sons, strong and true
Caleb and Jake were handsome too
Not so much Zack, who never looked right
He had a tongue like whip, a mind like a knife

My girl, my wife, my lover, their mother
Was the rock in a frock who kept us together
But God is unmerciful and no friend of joy
He took her from us, leaving me and the boys

Caleb my first born decided to leave
Took trains then planes then took to the sea
Jake wanted action, needed to fight
He went to the city and was doing alright

Zack stayed home, helped me along
Did this and that but never did roam
I loved them all dearly and missed my dear wife
As I looked back on a wasted life

Was there ever a woman who stood so tall
With pride and passion, and never a fall
Her heart, her beauty seemed endless back then
She was cut down so quick, we were shattered and broken

Ten years later, we all returned
Memories faded, grief still burned
Three sons and a husband gathered as one
Paid tribute to her who was second to none

I wandered lonely as a bastard
A feckless life of beer and tankards
I saw the best of a beautiful world
And married the loveliest, prettiest girl.

Sep 9, 2019

Our Lady
















She screamed at the sky and wailed at the stars 
Her sobbing was heard on Venus and Mars.
The griffin sat silent, the sphinx had a grin 
But the phoenix had risen and taken her in.

To the land of the desperate, the land without song
Her guides and her watchers now took her along
To meet with the king, the king of all things
Who might grant her release from this prison of hurt.


The king heard her scream and her wail of despair 
He looked into her soul and decided to spare 
Her fate at the hands of the sphinx and the griffin
And release her again to the land of the living.


Our Lady was freed and made her way home
But the King drew his debt, the world she would roam.
In search of a lover she wandered the land
An impossible love, never to find.


Her legend lived long her story eternal
Of forgiveness and love and creatures infernal
They say she still wanders the world on her quest 
As wind in the barley, as love in the dust.

Madame de la Haye













Curls and curves
And the sweetest smile
Mysterious, vulnerable
And hard as nails.


Complex, elusive, a glimpse of...
A peek sometimes, beyond the veil
So long worn, a habit hardly seen.


Private in public, performing, perfecting
The art of the play, a merry dance she leads.


Beautiful, teasing, pulling and pushing
Her dreams from the shadows.


Jun 14, 2019

Tears



I make people cry
That's what they say
I don't need to try
It just happens that way


When I sit down and write
The words flow with ease
And try as I might

I don't seem to please


The gods who protect us

From the rough stuff in life
Who try to connect us
To the good not the strife.

Yet the words keep on flowing
The phrases and graces
Yet I need to keep going
Until a calm small voice says

"You have to stop now
Your damage is done
You've got to see how
The love has all gone"

I make people cry
That's what they say
I don't need to try
It just happens that way.



Clark Kent Owns a Vespa















By day a master of the universe
At his command a million things
Will dance to the rhythm of his mind.

A nod, a wink, a gesture makes or breaks
The careers and fortunes of minions.
Superman in a Saville Row suit.

He strides between buildings
He glides up escalators
He flies business class, always.

And yet he travels home by train
First class of course but still, a train.
And transforms at the platform 

He returns the pin stripe to the pannier 
And pulls on the wet weather overalls
And a helmet, for protection.

Then off he chugs on a Vespa Imperiale 
Uncool, practical and domestic
At the mercy of traffic lights and buses.

His kryptonite is wedded bliss
Superman returns mild mannered and damp
Ready to hang up his cape until the morning.

Sep 19, 2018

The Bus to Morden
















She met Satan once.
On the bus.
He liked travelling on the top deck.
At the front.

She sat next to him.
She didn't know he was Mephisto.
He said he was going to Morden.
For lunch.

"You look sad" said Satan
"Tell me why".
"I am lost." She sighed "I have no purpose.
No love."

"I feel cursed. Not blessed.
And invisible to others.
My heart is good.
But empty."

"Do you see this view?" the Devil asked
He pointed ahead.
To a blissful beautiful world
Beyond Morden.

"When your time comes this will be yours"
Whispered the Old Man.
"All yours.
If you want."

She wanted. Oh how she wanted.
She knew in her empty heart
This was her paradise.
"What's the catch?" she said.

"I can fill your heart
With love and joy
So full you will feel blessed indeed.
It will last forever."

"But you're right. There is a price.
There is always a price.
You cannot serve two masters
You will only have one love."

The bus stopped at Morden.
And Lucifer got off. For lunch.
She left too,
To find her Father.

Old Nick was right. He usually is.
Her heart was filled with love and joy.
She lived in daily ecstasy.
But there was a price.

Her heart was so full of joy for The One,
She had no room for anything else.
She had suitors and favourites by the dozen
But she was devoted only to Him.

The Devil was smart.
He had revived the rose but covered it in thorns
Beautiful. Untouchable.
Loved. From afar.

May 21, 2012

Liberty Jack




















Let me tell you a story about Liberty Jack,
From a time long ago from way on back.

He big, he was bad, he was a man on a mission
To prove them all wrong, he had an ambition.

Jack had a plan, his mind was on fire,
“Gonna build myself a huge new empire”.

He wanted bigger than big, he wanted it enormous.
He wanted yellow, black and red and looking kinda fabulous.

So Jack built his biz and he made himself some money,
But he never found a woman, he never found his honey.

No apple of his eye, no one to share the tale
Of Liberty Jack, the man who couldn’t fail.


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