FiSh Sing

 Gazing up from ocean deep

Fishy eyes and sliver streak

Murderous hooks they dangle there

To the mackerels deep despair 

One by one themselves impale

On shiny hooks hung over rails

Each day the boat brings more and more

Inexpert fishers to the call

Catches they get less and less

Fish hoovered up in deep distress

Empty oceans, watery voids

Of nothing left just silent noise

As tankers coast to coast they sail

And drown the loudest sound of whales

That reverberated round the seas 

The sounds now  lost to human greed

Meanwhile our fish they circle round

Curious at what they’ve found

Thinking food they take the hook

Like us it’s death and then we’re cooked.

17/07/2021 11:00-11.46

HE at

 Waves of heat,whirr of fans

Sweat shining on my hands

Distant combine, in fields of sun

Birds now silent brooding done

Lovers in parks

Distant larks

Buckets of ice, cooling something nice

Suspended time, as sun just shines

Population stops, conversation ,it’s hot

Move now slowly, shutting down,

Sleep of heat , eyes squint round

Evening comes with milky cool

Stillness reins on lobster fools

Barbecues spring from the sand

Bacon and sausage start to land

Bottle of wine a few cool beers

Great friends now , glasses cheer

Sun sinks down and twilight comes

Then hand in hand walk home as one

21/07/2021 13:05- 13:28

neW Ho mE

 The house stands still

Waits for the change

Empty now, silent and strange

No more cries of babes in arms

Silently sleeping silently calm

New key in the door 

New steps in the hall

First look at the rooms

First of a frequent call

New vibrance found

New music sound

Knock out this knock out that

New coat of paint 

New jaunty hat

Bursting now it’s come alive 

Full of party , busy hive

Walls again jump for joy

Too long in shadow 

Fading and coy

Now the sun floods in again

With love and warmth , no longer pain

Sits gently down in comfort haze

New occupants to end their days

14/07/2021  23.46- 00.00

HER./ owes

 Listen to the music sent from the ether

Conjuring tunes that soar in the metre

Some that beat to the drum

Some with tunes  you want to hum

Some with lines that make you weep

Some with lines you want to keep

Some with lines that pierce the heart

Some with  lines  that make you laugh

All are now upon the ear 

with the words you want to hear

Repeat the ones  you love the best

Listen sometimes to all the rest

Songs and tunes that measure time

Of far off past , and there’s a line

That triggers a memory so strong

That it doesn’t seem to be that long

Since the tune was in your arms

Since the tune was in your head

Evoking memories of sometime past 

Evoking memories of a bed 

Jimi’s still drifting, Rorys in a bay

Plant has just slipped away to grey 

My minds gone, Kelly’s just a week away 

and I’m Lost with Chris,  in smoggy L.A.

OrT umm

 Still warm light from autumns torch

Suns weak rays filter yellow hews

Blackbird trills in echoed alarm

Float in whispered warmth

Scent of Autumn , slight decay

Opens up the hallowed way

That ushers winter yet to come

Meanwhile soak up the fading sun

Dried up grasses swish and dance

As I pass ambling down the path

Strip the seeds as I walk past

And scatter them in random act

Through the dell and up the hill

Past the stream  now gliding still 

Cows look up indifferent, size me up,

As slowly , quizzically, chew the cud

Too the lake now gentle mist

A sheet of milk that swirls and twists

A chill descends,shoulders shake

Hurry back now before it’s late 

Black bird still startled in alarm

As I now take your arm

We wander home , two as one

To start tomorrow as today began.

12/07/2021. 20:05-20:31 

TI me Go ne

 That’s another ten years gone

Ten years done

What happened there

I blinked and it was gone

Nothing happened, nothing done

Gone in a wink

No time to think

Working away

No time to play

No time to speak

Rushing to the  end

No time for friends

No time to spend

Tunes transport me back

To the start line, to the track

To the proverbial starting gun

To Baba O’Riley and all the fun

Lost years ,gone forever

Remembering Clevor Trever

Never to be regained 

We’re all wasted , again.

BE er

 Now we are England on our own

Shackles of Europe over thrown

Can we return to pound shillings and pence 

Will we now put up a fence

Will we revert to potatoes with dirt

To half a cucumber not a portion

And also now without caution

Spring not salad onions

But I hear you cry

What about ounces and pounds

19 eleven and six

Rods Poles pecks and perches 

Chains and furlongs

Teenage kicks

Where are 5 pounds of King Edwards

Cauliflowers with leaves

Webb’s gone to seed

2 Bob bits

Three farthings

Penny, ha’penny .

I tell you where my friend

The drain of history and progress

But I take comfort in all this

As I nurse my very British warm imperial pint

That they will never, never dare to take 

Or am I dreaming ?

tHe JoUr Knee

Paths of life right or left

Some with joy and some bereft 

Some be lonely paths we tread

Some with hope, some with dread

Some friends with us will stay the course

Some by the wayside will fall

Some will join along the way

Others they will lag and stray

Whilst paths will cross at random times

Some will jump and cross the line

Some take your hand and lead the way

To lead you into sunny days

Some paths become the motorways

To speed along  

Some paths we know that we belong

Some paths are mires we wade through slowly

Some paths we take are oh so lonely

We start the path of life alone 

Turn left or right when first leave home

What causes us the take the turn

The unseen hand of fate , I learn

As time goes on the path it winds

And wanders aimlessly in time

Then slips into the waters edge

To take the boat to which we’re pledged