Day: September 15, 2017

With the monkeys, what a fine plaice to land.

I once had an email from a ghost.
I was eating a piece of white toast.
The message was clear.
It said,”I am not here”.
So I replied, “No need to boast.”

I had a text  from  the old one last year
After Xmas,I was full of black beer
It said ,Good4 U
I replied , &U2
Since then , I pretend I’m not here.

I had a letter from  the bank in my hand
When I slipped on a wide elastic band
It  catapulted me too
Regent’s Park Zoo
With the monkeys, what a fine plaice to land.

I forgot to keep my account book filled in
And I spent my last note on some gin
I like being tipsy
And meeting a gypsy
Or if not that one,I’ll make do with his twin.

 

 

The death instinct, the deadly Faustian themes

When you come back to me, my dearest one.
When you no longer hide away in dreams.
The golden  sun will rise for  us again

When all my work on earth is  past and done;
When I have felt the pain of what has been,
Will you come back to me, my dearest one?

Without your presence, I feel lost and pained.
But this is not eternal, though it seems.
The golden  sun will rise for me again

The last bell  rings , I’m silent and alone.
I am too simple to make cunning schemes
Will you come back to me, my dearest one?

Human life is brief; we share its pain;
The death instinct, the deadly Faustian themes;
The sacred sun will rise for us again .

I  live in  blackness  yet the angels lean
To shelter with their sacred wings my limbs.
Though  you  had to go , my dearest one,
Though loss may win, I still desire the sun

But in  new form, eternal come to be

Dried lavender shows us  death  in mystery
Not disappearance into dark cold  earth
But in new form,eternal come to be

Yet this lavender did not bear its fruit
Left no seeds to show the world its worth
Dried lavender shows what  darkness can allow

 

Cut down  now are the many by the few
So into darkness flows the bloody  truth
Leaves no  tragic fragrance to pursue.

 

Into the  sky, an  owl  and a curlew
Rise as if on wires from  central earth
The  heather filled with bees sent fragrance too.

 

The delicate wild flowers will rise anew
May no plodding foot prevent  re-birth
Only  humming  bees and insects see

 

Let no human blast them with a curse
Rather let  us will to love and bless.
The  lavender, the rosemary and rue
Leave a lasting  image   for the few