Lines to an aborted foetus.

                                                            It was most
                                                       discourteous of us
                                                   to suffer you enter
                                                into the ante room
              ...

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(Another Limerick-rant)

Their behaviour was quite idiotic

Concerning the antibiotic

Jabbing swig after swig

Into fattening pig

Leaving future bug-battling chaotic

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WHILE WE SLEPT

Poor old Britain had faced a sad fate
Growing ancient and senile-sedate ?
But our immigrant - booms
With fresh willys and wombs
Have obligingly upped our birth rate.
 

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UBER ALLES

Once proud Deutschland had lost all it`s bloom,
Bound for an old-aged tomb,
When along the thin lanes
Just like blood along veins
Transfused piles of young willys and wombs.
 

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(an old morality tale sexed up)

Christ Girl, don`t prance past like that,
Flashing that long shaft of gleaming thigh.
Now he`s awake!  Didn`t you notice that,
Didn`t you see him stir a little then?
Just wait, he`ll nudge me in a while
And, opening one tired lazy, lolling eye,
Ask the mute question...Oh, I`ll refuse,
But its the cost! You, girl, could never feel
The excruciating wit...

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(part two)

There was a fairy lived on our veranda
She was pretty, and carefree and fey,
And if it wasn`t for the fact that my dad couldn`t stand her,
She still might be out there today.

It was one Sunday morning I found her,
As the chapel-bells chimed down below,
All a-drip with the pearls of the dew-drops around her
And wrapped in a silver-mist glow.

I was worried for fea...

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I must be away soon
It can`t be long
The old heart
Now going like the clappers
Now missing the odd beat
Blood trickle
quickening
Slowing
Waiting
Congregating
Cementating
Into
that
solid
Fatal
Final
Shot
Plumb
At the core
-The crux-
Of the whole - the entire - caboodle
:
:
:
Then The Big Blot
 

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I wish you both a good going,
Clear, cloudless skies,
Calm seas, and a smooth tide flowing
At anchor-rise.

Aye, and a fair wind filling
Your sail at under-waying 
And soon, God willing,
Fresh crew - tussle-headed children playing

And when life`s eased to a gold Septembering
Home-fall, final anchor-drop and rest,
Serenity, content, and a fond remembering
Of all that was best...

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Paxos, with it`s gnarled groves of olives and crazy stone walls, is a goblin island. It leans to the east, as though some giant Titan of antiquity strode across it and tilted it. The ground water is brackish due, it is said, to greedy exploration for oil. One suspects, though, a more tolerant attitude before the project failed..

The `real` town square was the triangle glimpsed through the chu...

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(where did they all go?)

It`s not right-wing forebodings make me fear
But this eerie, rantless, sudden quiet on here.

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Gerasimos, Lily`s husband, grey of hair and moustache, was her opposite. In the aftermath of war and plenitude of remnant explosives, he had come into possession of a hand grenade and, wishing to eat of more fish than a mere net afforded, had ` chanced his arm` at the `stunning` method of piscatorial capture. Something (a faulty lever perhaps?) misfired and, on that most sad occasion, instead of G...

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Little David...ran...screaming...into the hall.

Child, not-of all places-there!
Not, in that strangely oakened,
Glimmer-candled parlour,
Turned now so starkly
Unfamiliar.

Not with old grandad
- beloved, teasing gramps-
Stretched out so silenced,
So un-grandfatherly,
So unlike.

`All of us...even me?`

                                                                     ...

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PAXOS
A travelogue
part one
(getting there)

Once more , across the frozen shoulder of the Alps they were pushing for Hellas. This time for Corfu - Corfu, on that softer side of Greece where the light is not so alert, nor the sea so windy and island-pestered as on that  eastern - Agean - side where was woken that incurable itch of the brain which has troubled Europe ever since. Four hours and...

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Speaking of form and function. Helen, on here,
recently made a very respectable attempt at a
`modern` version of the Sestina. 

It caused me to look at Ezra Pound`s version of
the form for comparison. (this is it below).

A sestina is basically six stanzas of six lines each
normally followed...

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Today, after nine years travelling three billion miles, the new Horizons space craft will get our first `close up` of the planet Pluto.  Which is as good an excuse as any for re-posting this revised and frolic `religious` version of what the entire celestial thing was about in the first place. (It`s pure, spectacular,  poetry fodder man - pure poetry fodder!) . 

(A frolic)

To God the st...

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(before the idea of man/woman Christian marriage vanishes utterly, a re-post about what it was all about)

WIFE WISH

(an ode)

Lord, send me a natural woman.
A straight, proud, toss her head,
Fling back her curl,
Thoroughbred,
Steady-eyed girl
With satin-supple flesh.
Let September sunsets through a mesh
Of low mist glint
And deepen her hair to a copper-gold tint.
Let her...

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It was the time–the one and only time–
And never afterwards a  time again.

I sensed she was behind me, and I felt
Her desolate, enormous helplessness
With such a fierce compassion that it seemed
My very heart must claw out from my back
And leap the space between us…But, summoning
A strength from some cold fathom of the will,
Garrotted peace…Slowly I turned around
And, nodding curtl...

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                       (a lamentation)                                                                                                                       

                       Who would have thought that I,
-Who`d always worn the badge of what I was
Flagrant on my face - would turn dissembler,
Become - (would you believe it!) affable -
Sought after for advice - much given
To long an...

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As a lone (working) father who discovered that those little mouths to feed came attached with little legs to run errands, and little arms to eventually dress themselves and peel spuds etc;  And that siblings really did actually care for each other, I grew proud of my `hands on` experience as an honorary woman, and once sent this (slightly idealised) attempt to a woman`s magazine comp.....needles...

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(A timely re-post - with extra stanza - ....Add a stanza..anyone?).

I`m a floating voter

Can`t make up my mind
Who I`m going to vote for
I`m just the wavering kind,
Tory, liberal and labour
Are worried where my one vote goes,
But I`ll remain a floating voter
One of the great don`t knows.

When I`m feeling upper - classy
To the Conservatives I drift,
But when my mood is red and sass...

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I wondered why that set
Of Mediterranean sky
Was domed between these whirls of weather we get,

Why - through the jibs
Of the low oaks -  the sun-shafts
Kept digging me in the ribs,

Why I could feel
The shock of spring seas pounding against a far coast
Vibrant under my heel –

The sudden toil
Of all kinds of coming-alive things
Stirring in the soil.

What was it the breeze
...

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Here moulds the body of old John Bull
Who relished his love - life to the full.
His unworried love-trysts all fullfilled, 
Securely condomed, coiled, and pilled.

Unaware that hereditary interfering
would lead to ethinical disappearing,
Until-waking up and looking round -
only strange foreign -features  found, 

That the ancient Britain he had known
Had somehow disappeared and f...

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FOR ROSE

(a regret)

Rose, it doesn`t need me to say
How warm your eyes are,
How full of the merry-dance flicker and play
Of flame (the light of a bright star`s
Cold compared - that light`s more near,
That leaps from your heart-blaze, friendly, and charm and cheer).

These are but truths.

And you`ve got grace girl, your dancing soothes
Tired eyes, as in the music`s slake you move -
...

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Go away God!

Why didn`t you just leave us be, leave us gambol in the long grass there,
Half-tender our loves, lie our reciprocal lies, vend in love`s vestibule the body`s wares?
What did you give her a heart for? Why did you give me a heart?

It was pity, probed, prised, peeled the pelts off. 
My pity for her, her pity for me.
Aye, pity`s left me all antenna – all a-tremble at the keen ou...

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Asleep,
So soon?
How quietly
You breathe.
How almost
Imperceptible
The gentle rising
Of your breasts

Outside
The trees
Are absolutely still.
And motionless
Wide continents of cloud
Have hidden the moon.
Somewhere
The murmur
Of a pebbly stream
Croons continuously 
While, from afar,
Muffled along a lonely motorway,
The sound of a passing traveller
Purrs,
Then fades.

G...

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RENDEZVOUS

May the lamp of the full moon
Light your sleeping tonight,
High in a steep sky
Astral and bright.

And the wing of a lone bird,
Arching over the west,
Measure with slow beat
The rise and the fall of your breast.

Then come! On a dream-drift,
Pass Venus! Pass Mars!
I`ll be waiting near Saturn
`Neath a silence of stars.

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(an uncouth case of timing)

Down in the gulf the war was finished
(A blink, and it might have all been missed)
Sadaam was sad and quite diminished
As out in the desert the victors kissed.

In Paradise the Ancient Valour
Looked forward with a grave delight
To pro-and-con it in Valhalla,
That coming Friday`s `Viking Night`.

(Stonewall Jackson, sword on hip,
Smirked a furtive sm...

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(a come-away call for Elaine)

Come away, love, come away!

It`s the beat that`s steeped too deeply

In your blood makes your head

Throb so.

And the light that is lit too weakly

Makes your eyes dead,

Love, and saps them of their soul-glow.

Come away! Come away!

Come away, let`s away, let`s go, love!

Now, while the streets are darkened through and through.

Le...

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