Timbuktu
poetry
is
an
absorbing
way to
carry on
…
a
frustrating
palaver
at
the best
of times
…
pecu
liar
ly
enjoy
ab
le
…
mi
asmic
put
res
cence
…
stag
nant pool
quint
essence
ally
…
like
omni
buses
it
takes you
places
…
some
quite
odd
like
Timbuktu
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Jazz
December 22, 2015
December 21, 2015
Smitten Kitten
Stargazy cow pies
Here comes long night to
Foreshortened solstice day.
Burnham Wood to Dunsinane again.
Escape to wet room while stocks last?
Suck the carpet beat the doormats.
Sock cloth and pastiche.
O my damaged brain!
Wherefore art though cameo?
Keeping down appearances to a bare minimum.
Let it flow, Jojo.
The man is at the chores.
Being the son of a bitch.
Yappy mucky pup.
Hard wired downcast.
Upbeat positivity.
Pass the spare sickbag.
Ash trees on airwaves.
Pictures of kittens
Smitten
December 18, 2015
From Rags to Riches
Dragged up on the mean
streets of Much Wenloch, Salop:
orphaned at an early age
& entombed on death row by four
after eating his grandma!
Yes, indeed, Neil Armstrong was
an unlikely candidate
to become the first man
on the moon.
a modest man with a lot to be modest about,
petty criminal with cannibalistic tendencies.
Till fortune propelled him
into a life of
galactic celebrity,
when,
holed up in a shotgun shack after
an abortive raid
on Dade County Police Dept
to release Jim Morrison,
he was abducted by NASA
& sent,
kicking and screaming,
into outer space.
His last words ‘Goldfish Mandelbrot’ are typical of the man:
succinct yet charming,
dark yet illuminating.
We shall never see his like again.
December 15, 2015
WB Yeats (1323-1657)
The Plough &
The Stars in black &
white relief
triumph emphatically
allover my will
sporting slate black uniforms
parading John Ford
paddywhackery.
Some toothless Barry
Fitzgerald
lopsidedlymoustachioed
does unbalanced
convincingly
in tatty old hats
& assists a terrible beauty
down paradise road.
Tim Peake Gagarin
becomes more human traffic.
Good riddance to guinea pigs.
Smiley’s pupils shrank
on witnessing Stanley
Holloway in drag
(Some re-entry queries remain)
December 2, 2015
Lucid Squint
People passing as
quicksilver phosphorescent
clarity begins
at the home where the heart is
passing strangers dissemble
November 20, 2015
Suddenly Last Summer
Like the Bugler said:
‘In this crazy mixed up world
you are only as
good as
your last post.’
November 13, 2015
Shadow Wrestling
Words can
not describe
Quite what it feels like
on those occasions
When you’re lost for words
But do
not worry
it’s
not a problem
as long as you know
what it is
that you mean
Does it?
Yes
November 7, 2015
Risen! Is it?
slob dons long john-johns chthonic dressing gown crumbles down below (Harken! The Bells) truffle waffle kerfuffle muffled chronic iconic gin & tonic how ironic!
November 6, 2015
Pal Barney
It’s quarter past three,
just Barney & Me,
the days closed right in,
with the rain and the wind
mistletoe grows
roots in my toes
flowers in air
I’m drinking my friend
To the end
Of a heliotrope
So no sun for my baby
And no sun for the road…
October 27, 2015
You What!
Just before the immediate
I paused
Had a second thought
Of what it was i
Was getting at
Fancy that
What a twat!
Grimbeau 