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Friday, 30 September 2022

Haiku Moments Two

 More spur of the moment haiku writing. Enjoy...

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Rolling down grass hill.

Screams of ecstasy ring true.

Child's game for all ages.

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Crisp yellow grass beneath.

Bounding towards the crystal lake.

Instantly cold, we retreat.

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All farts are funny.

Laughter fills the void betwixt.

Smell beholds questions.

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Thunder cracks sky.

Sky split open.

Earth bound.

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Born free, all alike.

Doctrine prescribed, no challenge or thought.

Chains and division begin.

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Chills clasp at my bones.

Microwaved warm chicken soup.

A warm soothing hug.

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Saturday, 6 October 2018

Terraformation


Terraforming, hypothetical to Mars.
But daily we reshape the Earth, 
Our spherical home in the darkness of space.
This place is not the same as yesterday, 
Days gone by, or tomorrow.

The atmosphere, the temperature, the surface, the ecology;
All sculpted and scuppered by man’s deadly lust.
For we mistrust each other, dear brother, my brethren, my kin. 

The higher power isn’t there, 
So should we care, or, 
Just perhaps more apt, simply despair?

I have new trainers, a sharp haircut 
And my snazzy mobile phone.
Tonight I’ll watch a box-set 
(Whilst playing on my phone.)

I’m social, yet I’m not because, well, 
Who is these days?
And tomorrow the problems of the world 
Will be different or renewed,
For humans will have changed Earth once more.

Terraformed over decades to a sorry state of states.
Decay is real, not hypothetically speaking.



Monday, 24 September 2018

Haiku Moments

Spur of the moment haiku writing. Enjoy...

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Dearest of my love,
Once I gazed in to your eyes,
Forever entwined.

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We lost our ball -
Foliage hampered the search.
Play ends abruptly.

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How can it be so
that you are fluffy and soft,
With a bark so harsh.

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I know I exist,
and I can prove it, say I.
It is your turn now.

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Deep in the mountains
lives a lonely frail man.
He dies, were you there?

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In the nothingness
of space we are but a dot.
Central, we are not.

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Friday, 14 September 2018

If I observe You From My Window

If I observe you from my window,
It's because you're passing by.

For that fleeting moment,
My attention you can hold.
I don't wish to observe further,
And watch your life unfold.

If I observe you from my window,
Something about you caught my eye.

It could be the weather,
Whether you are holding a brolly,
Or getting soaked in foolish folly,
I snigger at this story untold.

If I observe you from my window,
Suspicious over what you might try.

Are you casing the joint,
With your wandering eyes?
If our eyes should meet,
Will you see my look of surprise?

If I observe you from my window,
It's because you've passed me by.

Tuesday, 2 January 2018

Winter Haiku

It's cold, it's wet, it sometimes snows. And it seems to go on for ages, sapping the body and mind. Here's a few Haiku poems for your eyeballs to roll over.


It is snowing now
Tomorrow is a school day
Then again, perhaps?

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A soul as blue as an ocean
Lethargic state of happiness
Swallow, summer sunshine pill

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Paths shimmer, blackened
Warning not heeded
Children don’t heed

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It was not Christmas,
Now it is over.
Discontent whispers

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Unwanted. Unloved.
You made the wrong choice
Exchanged

Monday, 8 July 2013

AA:BB: Unity



Tiger swarming Bees
Circle the hollow trees.
The search is on:
Where is Albion?

Cast the divine rod,
Directing with a nod
To a bloody cross.
Once salvation was lost.

In Albion, mankind is ideal.
To the wasp this is unreal.
Coiled snakes and fruit vines
Together in life and lives.

 The humblest pies will be eaten
In the powerful courts of treason
For criminals issue sentence
A period of considered repentance.

Childhood played in field of grass
Covered in tins and bottled glass.
Syringes and rizzla papers
Watch the boyish capers.
At night the park is black,
Occupied by Kate and Jack.
One mate is solely present
Chinese food-flavoured fluorescent.

Within all, the biggest of halls
We can't find the smallest of smalls.
A single word which know ye should.
The "Albion" of mankind's brotherhood.

Written somewhere between 1995 - 2002 (my dodgy memory!). I've stuck with the original title, but I think I may change it as I don't like it, which is a shame as this is one of my favourite poems I've written.

Funny Farm



It was the hottest of days
with not a cloud in the sky
to stop the sun's blaze.

But down on the farm
the sun had a funny effect.
A cause for great alarm.

The heat frazzled the brains
of all the fluffy sheep who
bleated madly at passing trains.

Not an unusual act in itself,
unless you consider
the altered state of their health.

When the sheep did bleat
at the passing traffic
they did so whilst standing on two feet.

The sheep were not alone
in their human acts, because
the pigs had bathed in cologne.

Their smell was improved
and, with a little hair gel,
their old image was far removed.

A herd of friesians could be seen
coated in sun tan oil
on their backs in fields of green.

Then there was the cock
parading around the yard
in the farmer's wife's frock.

His feathers had been plucked
and when a tractor drove towards him
his goose was well and truly cooked.

Well, that's what the goose had said
while lying in a baking tray
testing the juice he had basted.

Finally the last creature
to act so strange
is our main feature.

Farmer Giles was the weirdest fellow
who was found standing
naked in a field of blooming yellow.

At one with natural life
he almost had an accident
whilst chopping with his scythe.

Then at the end of the day
everything returned to normal
as the sun said goodbye.

Maybe it's not the oddest place to be
but this is less than half the story.
The rest is excluded due to legality.


Not quite sure when I wrote this. Somewhere between 1995 and 2002.

Wednesday, 8 June 2011

Hay

Sunny days , eyes sore.
Protective shades must be worn.
Still, the pollen wins.

Monday, 21 June 2010

PM823

Sunday, sodden mud underfoot
Trampled by the green welly brigade.

Stains to be cleaned.

Electric Caravan

Moos cows in the field.
Cows in the city of unreal.
"Oh we chew the cud, and then what?"
Yield to the barbarous superiors
Who flaunt the law that says
All creatures have the will to survive.

"It's raining," cried Tommy. Tommy cried.
Like rain on the back of stone
The moo cows stand alone.
Baa sheep in the next field
Watching laws being repealed.
The rain is so dry; Warm.
Burning.

Fighting has broken out. Broken us.
Flesh crispens in the fire.
The smell of funeral pyre.
"Stop!" frog crossing.
Crossing what? What crossed?
Where's frog? Big slimy wet
Frog. Remember the rain. Lost.

Call me and meet me at Franco's.
The synthetic food is so, how shall
I put it? Yes how? And why?
The skies are blue outside.
"Where's the alighting white?" said Tommy.

Ask your mother the tale

About man's insatiable lover.

Wednesday, 20 January 2010

Ivory White

Let there be a gentle breeze
To blow through her hair.
And let her fiery locks sinew
In flames so the devil may care.

Her pale skin gives a warmth
No hearth would ever beat.
It is so smooth and so soft
That to touch it comforts me.

Nature graces her visage
With eyes of sea green.
Many nights I have dreamt
We were adrift floating down stream.

Yet I know she is life's meaning.
To keep her would be selfish dreaming.

Sunday, 7 September 2008

Poems added

Inspired by some poems appearing on a friend's blog I figured I'd dust off a few old ones of mine, written pretty much around 1995-1996. These were written mainly during a period when I was studying (and thus influenced by) T.S.Elliot, so this might come across in a few poems!

Here's the first two of too many.

In Time

Pocket Guide to Plus and Minus

More to follow....soon(ish)

In time

Young girls chatter
Blue waters splatter
Old grannies natter

But they are dazzling treasure,
Natures unknown pleasures,
Reporting on desperate measures,

An example of beauty itself.
A vast library of hidden wealth.
Living on a book shelf.

As old as each other
They come from one mother.