Long Syd Poems

When we were kids, kids we were without no pain or fears,
we’d do the ‘devilish’ of things to impress our peers.
The biggest dare or bravest feat would for the pack be tried.
Lord knows now when...

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I remember Christopher Robin
When helping Pooh find honey
Was my biggest problem
I remember the blustery days
We trusted each other in every way

I remember When we helped Eeyore
Find his way home from the Sea shore
Everything was good
In...

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I had to say good bye to my beloved kitty, Sydney.  Syd-Syd as I called her, loved 
to be held.  Her favorite spot was on my shoulder, as if I were burping a...

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MAN   IN    A    SUITCASE

Used to joke  how Gregory Peck  was my father             ...

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I’d been out of work for quite some time and let me funds run low,
Of course this meant some favoured treats are first things that must go,
And for me favoured treat that meant the most,...

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CUPBOARD    LOVE

Brown Tanya  Teddy  bear and Soft Syd the toy elk were bored
With  their white shirts and  pants coloured  kinda rust
Sitting  next to each other ...

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Punk !

Back then we knew what it was
T.V. screens were not our choice
But we sold ourselves
To a fashion
Said it was
Individualism
Just more colourful than the last one

First came the music
And then the love
But Punks were all...

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Another Brick in the Wall

I went to St Peters School in Cambridge
The first time I ever heard Pink Floyd
Was at my friends house during lunch break
His name was Brendan 
And was kicked out of school...

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Unknowingly unable again to ever feel
As I stand gazing at the gates of dawn
Arnold Lange in evening heels
Awkwardly walking across the lifeless lawn
The pipers playing softly in the rays of a new sunrise
Luring the horizon...

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What's on the moon's darkest parched side
that spooky cool patch, for millennium ignored
perhaps manphibians sitting aside a moonfire
worshipping the sun and its quivers of fine gold-

Maybe there's nothing but clusters of cool stones
like the ones...

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SONNET   BY   SYD   SHAKESPEARE


Shall I compare a tragedy to a  comedy?
Tragic  art’s   more lovely and more temperate:
Rough minds do shake with laughing at  ...

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Syd has finally come home to nest,
somewhere on the dark side of the moon.
Lovingly tending to his space rock garden.
Sometimes he strums an ancient guitar
and whispers sweetly to pinkish stars.
Syd is alone but never lonely...

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He's given me a pickle
with nary any tickle!
As in the shade I stood
[He wasn't very good!]

The apple that I shared
he gave to me unpared.
So I gave his snake a shake
to make him see the stakes.

Then...

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Two years and a couple of weeks and I will be on the road again. Back from living right and ready to start living wrong. Ain't that a bitch. But I got a pocket full...

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