LOOKING FORWARD TO A FUTURE TIME ?
Fast-forward wind to the future
as if life's a film projection.
What do I see, in this here movie,
as though mine's a psychic connection ?
What I do see, in this here movie,
is ever the comedy and the tragedy.
VERY CLOSE TO VACATION
The eye of my mind
has seen inside your head,
and there it was, girl,
that your thoughts got read.
Has it not been said
there's a book in everyone ?
You're more a postcard
with very-few lines upon.
SNOWY OWL MPs ?
A parliament of owls ?
No wise-birds are all these.
They're more the cocaine-heads
or crack addicts, if you so please !
THE TOUGH TIMES' TROTTERS
We got through the Winter of Discontent
which helped usher in Maggie Thatcher.
We got through the hefty Poll-Tax
that many were to suffer under her.
We Brits are known to tough-it-out
while in the trough our politicians' snouts.
SAD AS A CLOWNFISH
Just like the clownfish
out the ocean deep,
only she was shallow
with a circus clown's feet.
Yes so like the clownfish,
with a circus clown's feet.
Imagine she had tail-fins,
huge would be their sweep.
You've got to laugh to yourself
otherwise you should weep.
A SHIPPING-OUT POEM
My over-six-foot-casket -
during my cremation -
will be a Viking long-ship.
Such is my imagination.
Yes a real long-ship set afire
would be more to my desire !
A RUM DREAM
All hands on deck
from down below.
Through the rigging
feel the wind blow.
Unfurl the flag
this wind-swept day,
set the boat's sails,
up anchor and away.
Ye gods, were it so;
ye gods, were it so...
the dream cruises on,
my head lies low !
THE DOE-RABBIT JUMPER JUST
THOUGHT A TRICKSY-BUCK A
TOP-HAT ACT
The magician was a rabbit,
oh yes a bob-tailed hopper
who pulled a tiny female-human
from his seemingly empty topper.
Then the stage-conjurer -
with his magic carrotstick -
made a jumpy-bunny of she
who just made the buck her 'trick'.
THE COMING KEEPER ?
The collective is a pen, a keep,
and the collected are all sheep,
or so the collector would have it be ?
"The collected WILL think the same.
The collected MUST play the game.
Nevermore any individuality,"
shall say the shepherd of a future time
should democracy begin to fail or decline ?
A-HELL-HOUND'S-HEAVENLY-DESIRE
Go dig with a fury,
go dig with fire,
go dig with a passion,
go dig with desire.
Dig a deep hole
there in the zone
you sure think buried
a big juicy bone,
just like the world
digs a grave of its own.
THE TYKE ON THE MOTORBIKE
The guy was a tyke,
more suited to a child's trike
than he was to a motorbike.
Out of control from the start,
here and there he'd dart.
Folk would have to part
or be mowed down in a bunch.
Yes he sure was out to lunch !
It came to the crunch
when he was to go crash,
when he was to go smash.
He was gone in a dash.
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