The River Warfe has raw sewage in it and will have until 2030 so the Water Board say And it looks so inviting,The further upstream the better if you want a paddle
A couple and a child put their tent up for the night on the Edge of The Cliffs near Staithes [it’s unclear whether that’s the top of the cliff or just below.’There have been many cliff falls near Runswick Bay and all along there It may not be in Yorkshire but it’s close
A house in Halifax blew up but nobody seems to be seriously injured Can it be gas?
The moon fell down into the village pond Thus gravity was lost and mirth began The gravity of grief is deep, profound The moon fell down into the village pond Noone heard the silence or the sound As they floated out with their beer cans The moon fell down into the village pond Thus gravity was lost and mirth began
The spiteful moon glares through the clouds of night Unwanted by the men whose conscience aches They must long for dawn, for sun and light The shivering moon peers through the clouds of night With unintended force it hurts the eye Reminded those bereaved of their ill fate Demented now, the moon gawps through the night A loathsome sight to those whose conscience wakes
The sky is stark, the air is cool and still The black cat’s run, the birds unfold all day I sit down here and with my totty pray Ye cast o’ foolish thoughts, you raped my will We’ve each enraged the bureaucratic mill. Oh frigid purse, I never meant to pay! The sky ‘s a-spark, the air is warm and shrill The saturnine demoted knelled their way With this feathered pounce, my sample quill, I cite the cheque and date it for next May. Oh, tit for cat, the tiger’s bed ‘s astray. Yer life is settled by a harlot’s will The sky ‘s a shark, the air is sharper still.
I knew the nearby pavement as if it were a face The lines and cracks and puddles where holes sucked in the rain The gutter where the marbles rolled,the grids like iron lace I knew the nearby pavement as if it were a face As if it had a consciousness,a heart to be embraced It must have had some kind of mind,though never had a brain I knew the nearby pavement as if it were my face The lines and cracks and puddles where holes were filled with rain
We walked in rhythm as if life were our dance Holding hands, we smiled whilst on our way Exchanging too a soft and loving glance We walked in rhythm as if love were a dance Showing both the strength and the nuance I wish my love were still with me at play We walked in rhythm, our life a home made dance Holding hands, we smiled whilst on our wa
When we’re feeling sad we need to dance Every place once had its form and tune In Ireland self taught fiddlers could entrance As merry people danced under the moon Now we watch the dancing on TV We’re still as statues tossed onto settees But watching others dance can never be A way to change our mood as rolls the sea
Infantile and placid with our lot We have cables,aerials and Sky Could the supernatural begat Creative hearts in those who careless lie? Just the music of the dance uplifts The hearts that beat with love tranquil yet swift