Wow!!! What a difference a name change can make
Who needs to grow vanilla beans?
No gaseous undertone at all now
Fake news to think otherwise
Gives profound, renewed meaning to this famous line:
"A Rose by any other name would smell as sweet"
A fire in the kitchen?
I smell of smoke in the hall.
Somebody is very guiltily
Washing down the wall.
What’s left of the toaster’s
Just a burnt plastic shell.
Some time last night
We almost had a mini hell.
Thank the Lord for CCTV.
A bit of a disturbing sight
He’d come in a bit tipsy
Just after midnight.
Put the toaster on the hob
Switched the wrong device on
Seemed blithely unaware that
The smoke alarm had gone.
He’d sat drinking tea
Supremely unaware
Of the flames and smoke
Swirling around his chair.
A pajamaed figure appears
Smoke alarm must have alerted
Situation quickly sorted
Potential emergency averted.
White faced and anxious
Sitting with his dad and me
As we all sit and watch
The Closed Circuit Tv.
He’d been doing so well
Getting back on track
But, three steps forward
And two steps back.
Give credit where it’s due,
Criticise where it’s earned,
Put it down to experience,
Just another lesson learned.
Mending broken soldiers
We all voluntarily chose
Win or lose its a gamble
Last night it was close.
EXTRACTS
speculations
of
identity
so
unintentional
bring
intensity
dovetailed
with
uncertainty
mixed
in
doubt
brings
watchfulness
in
breathless
sensations
linger
in
twilight
where
the
impulse
of
fact&reason
so
palpables
in design
& magnificent
axiomatic
imagery
Fear
it's a picture
focused or
unfocised....
...
Love,
a picture
alive
colorful...
Passion,
it's a weapon
dangerous,
and confused ...
Hate,
it's a fire
mortal,
infernal...
The doubt
it's a passage,
unseen landscape ...
Luck
Something simple
that easily
doesn't happen ...
Music,
it is a dream
sung or
touched
When yesterday left, today I'm a little right.
This is a tad bereft, yet full with almight.
Misconceptions or misinterpretations, either way it's confusion.
Dreaming of incarnations, and snarled in the illusion.
Mass produced Catholics, unforgotten inside their cathedral.
Discovered some of the relics,
Ancient talisman are unbelievable.
Go forth into the tomb,
Open the sarcophagus, let the rancid stench consume.
Gathering up all that is charmed,
Born inside the depleted after birth.
This does not meant to be alarmed,
However it's been full of its worth.
Die another time, live in today.
Write another rhyme, lines lined word play.
Shaman type, opening the 3rd eye.
Extracted and ripe, breathe to see thru the lie.
Contradiction is a great way to open minds,
Salvation is not a problem unless you are in their binds.
Bells chime and chime, before you can get away with it.
In time covered in lime, and I"m chock-full of grit.
Ready to go to the next, yes I've been there before.
Sometimes just a little vexed, benumbed to the core of my lore.
And as always plum rotten to the core..
From air a scientists extract alcohol
For Russians an excellent type of warfare
We will to drink until die out all,
But so enemies will die of lack of air
Sing me a sweet song
of brave and heroic men
long ago passed on
(for some unknown reason, this popped into my head…no reason…odd)
I have emptyness inside my bristling bones
Filled with sorrow, away, alone
I'm in between the lines of a blank paper
separate from the others, like a skyscraper
Does anyone lend out a hand?
Does anyone understand?
Only one but he has reasons
to be gone at certain seasons
Will I ever find another friend?
Will I survive till the end?
I grow weiry of these feelings
I am tired, unexpired
Tick tock tick goes the clock
I await for him to step in the door
Then these feelings go away
But not forever,
They'll be back someday......
stretching gray
sheet sentinels
of bush
observe
a symphony of rain
wavers
a brook Rachmaninoff’s
the clinch of entropy
listen
Pastels of light
reach canopy
painting nature
With one luminous
golden strand
know
possum
crawling nose
scampers retreat,
as alien scents
reach downwind
become
cockatoo’s
Stark flamingo serenade,
into the pink
disc
wonder
the conjuring
of disrobing life,
its peaceful uproar
savoring
cinnamon specks
waiting future’s call
hope
salt cracks
from my face
at my feet
free
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