Nurse! The Screens
treetops teaseled deep blue skies
so I dove in a rosebush
just for the sheer hell of it
—
anabaptism of briar
bloody Olympic Leap Years
always take a toll
—
A bumbling halfwit
that’s the kind of guy I am
ingenuous to a fault
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: writing
June 20, 2016
Eye See What You Say
watch what your saying
focus on your every word
never spit it out
June 20, 2016
To Wilf & The Pals
T H E
me
of T H e
D A y
e me rG e S
Late on parade today
(Big night at the Senokot)
finds one knelt on
Selfless selfish knees
exposed to the elements
undaunted by a Portland Stone
~
Tautological claptrap some say
There might be something in it
So I thought genuflecting
Before St Wilfred
Another Unknown
Poet
June 20, 2016
Talkin’ Weather Girl Blues
‘…beyond morning hip
aches due to flat air mattress
getting round much better
even though its much wetter
today than yesterday
and that was quite wet itself
compared to last Saturday
when there was barely a cloud
on the horizon…’
June 20, 2016
Mammetz Warren
midsummer day pours
strawberry moon juice
drenches tense trenches
spring’s offensive flourish spent
leaves droop drip tremble trepid
today I saw in Borehamwood
a certain cure for summer flood
June 19, 2016
Daz!
How do you like your
face in the morning?
I like mine with a Kiss
~
Apple turnover
French fries, grits, dried Eggs
synecdoche & wipes
June 19, 2016
Never Trust a Barber
Out he mistook
himself & melted
as butter used to
into buttercups
~
Ever so far off
lone agonising
over nothing much
worth speaking of
came a familiar tune…
‘Unstiffen & stretch the legs
While you are at it
Physical jerks
Physical jerks
Come in from the cold
Wrap yourself up well
& put on the scattergown
Dressing not ballroom
Taffeta and glitz non-u
Cold sunshiver morning
Luminous lime lights
Empurpled crippled moonchild
Hanging on the wall
Venetian Tryptych
Daytripper nick-nack…’
~
No tell me about that Mouse Song
“there’ll be blue turds over
the white cliffs of Dover…”
where hollow crowns & throne games
saltpetre the ether &
small good women are slain –
sacrificed for the cause of what?
A bunch of Silly Bully Boys
at sport just finding out
‘Whose good or bad at games…’
June 19, 2016
Dog Star
Directions – you want
to know how to get here?
Past caring on your right then
keep on until abrupt halt —
you cannot miss it from there
June 19, 2016
Laughing Boy Blues
took the plunge read some
WH Auden – proper poet
shrank back in my shell
after recoiling from the truth
Sometimes I could weep
when I see through clear glasses
what a state the world is in
Bloody solipsists
Telling me whats good, whats not
Feeling better already
June 18, 2016
Peep-Ole!
prime numbers warp
micropoetic mindsets
fives and sevens rule
put yourself in an empty room
fill it with algorithms
now tell me how you feel
is it all alone?
Grimbeau 