Mumblings

Wednesday, 15 December 2021

mOldeN y(ears)

The golden years are supposed to be

That time when you relax

and enjoy the fruits of labour

And sit back with your Stack

Increasingly however as I now approach the age

The time I have been waiting for

Has now turned into rage

I thought the golden years would surround me with my gold

But I find now that to my cost

I’ve great big piles of mould

Mouldy bits around the house

I’ve mould now in my car

My dog has mouldy bits on him

I’ve mould in my guitar

My wife she tries to mould me

Into something I am not

But that then goes for every man

I’m afraid that’s just his lot

I’ve a mouldy bit around my bath

And mould now in the shed

I bet if I pull it out

I’ve mould behind my bed

But if I could just replace the mould

with piles of shiny fluff

I would be very rich indeed

And wouldn’t give a stuff.

09/12/2021. 17:10-17:23

Sunday, 10 October 2021

BriD(g)e

The journey to your heart

Is littered with intentions

Like walking to the bridge

That you forgot to mention

And standing on the parapet

Reaching for your love

My arms outstretched before me

Releasing all the doves

Hoping one will catch your eye

my head now bowed in sorrow

So I vainly hold the mirror

To reflect the tomorrow

And walking to the middle now

Of the river that it spans

Pausing , gently breathing

As we slip each other’s hands

Beating now in unison

Slowly pacing out

Steps upon the pavement

We cannot live without

Entwined with love together

Like the English rose and briar

We pledge our love forever

That’s forged in cosmic fire

I kneel at the alter

of your freely given heart

And hoping that chains we have

Never break or rust apart

As bound we are as one in life

So as in death

We will remain as one until our last immortal breath.

cUP BorED

What lives have been in these cupboards

A hundred years of knives and forks

Bits of string , spent wine corks,

Pocket knives and paper clips

Old lipstick to stick on lips,

Note pads , pens, pencils and rubbers,

All have rested in these cupboards,

Sitting in the darkness, waiting to be opened

Staring at the chink of light where the handles broken,

Then one day it’s quiet space

no longer shuffled into place,

But heaved on to another home

Bumped and barged along the stones

Shovelled out into the bin

But oh what’s caused all this sin

Some one died ?, a broken home?

Or someone who just lived alone,

Now smelling of a lick of paint,

Previous memory now gone faint

New occupants of the cupboard

Note pads pencils and the rubber.

Saturday, 9 October 2021

kiLl ( we’RE aLL Going to DIE)

He’s white kill him

He’s black kill him

He’s a Christian kill him

He’s a Muslim kill him

He’s Chinese kill him

He’s Russian kill him

He’s an American kill him

He’s an atheist kill him

He’s British kill him

He’s a Jew kill him

He’s an Arab kill him

It’s an animal kill it

It’s a fish kill it

It’s a forest kill it

It’s a sea kill it

It’s an ice sheet kill it

It’s an earth kill

It’s a

Oh shit

08/10/2021 21:25-21:35

Friday, 8 October 2021

gUArd-Aeons

3 guardians guard my gates

Guide my life they sit and wait

Watch me as I shamble on

Aimlessly before I’m gone

Protecting me from the thoughts

That sometimes take me out of sorts

Leading me back to the path

Of happiness and carefree laugh

The triangle they form for me

Protects me from the falling tree

Shields me from the blinding light

That sometimes visits me at night

But in the distance on the dunes

Silhouetted by the moon

A fourth protector scouts for me

Helping me to keep me free

His face I have never seen

It’s always hidden by the dream

Looking outward, hand shades eyes

As if he looks for different guise.

I do know, if the others fail

To my rescue he will rail

A true, true friend he’ll always be

But perhaps that man is really me.

24/09/2021 22:00-20:31

1/4 TeT

String quartets that dwarf the mountains

Pour their honeyed music down valleys of ears

Creating rivers of milk that wash and soothe

The jarred senses of the day.

Each note forming crisp peaks of ice

Before melting away in an avalanche of sound

Racing like mad dogs falling on their prey.

Brooding in the half light bows poised

In calculated rhythm that draw from the depths

A conjured harmony sweetly washing round the walls

Echoing down the caverns of time.

Soft as Autumn light bathing the air in mellow rays

Fading notes fall from the spruce,maple and willow,

In gentle arcs resting as a carpet of leaves

Swishing round feet of mankind.

Synchronised, the players glance with knowing nods

That their precision creates a sensual assault

Transporting the listener to a mountain and peak

To look out on these accidental Gods.

05/10/2021. 09:45- 10:24

Wednesday, 15 September 2021

YooF

Today I’m 25 again, my mind wiped clean from years of stain.

Enthusiasm back inside, looking forward to the ride

My step springs with youthful hope, for future plans I don’t yet know

To jump the hedge and vault the gate, to race along to unknown date

A heart that’s free, that knows no fear the sun of youth that shines so clear.

All choice is now in front of me, my mind my own, I can be free.

Excited, running down the lane, body free of aches and pains

That age and accident brings on, shouting out and singing song.

No thought of actions going forth, but random turns with random thought.

Paths to take with no clear end, let’s see what’s round the next few bends.

Close my eyes now, dream away, think not of the next new day

Or where I was or where I’ve been, or what would be the next new scene.

Revelling in the course of youth, look back in envy, and that’s the truth

We may be old and wiser now, it all slipped by. I don’t know how.

Revelling in the course of youth, look back in envy and that’s the truth

Or where I was or where I’ve been, or what would be the next new scene