Fisherman’s Friend (draft)

I can smell your Fisherman’s Friend
when I stand down wind
and in its fragrant herbal warmth
a memory I find
of hopscotch pitches chalked in white
upon the tarmac black
and scuffed up shoes and ratted ties
when the schoolbell called us back
not blue remembered hills are these
nor seperate regrets of mine
just simple senses pushing back
the velvet blinds of time.

One Minute Rhyme Mark XXIX : Duck

There’s a little black duck having fun today
he quacked in B sharp and then flew away
his vocabulary’s weak but his tune is grand
I’ll grab my kazoo and maybe join his band.

Love Laughs At Locksmiths

the key turns
it’s in its nature
but what for locks
we set in place
within our hearts
we get to choose
ourselves

One Minute Rhyme Mark XXVIII : Sunday Morning

flea market circus puppy dogs
jump suit jiggled thighs
Hans sits in his motorhome
eating back his sighs
they haggle over little flags
and sausages a sizzle
and there’s a one man
band abound
with a penny whistle

Card For The Newsagent’s Window

I’ll babysit your penguin
if only for a while
although they smell quite fishy
they have a certain style
I could of course stay overnight
and sing him lullabies
or tell him little stories
until he shuts his eyes
I’d wake him up for breakfast
of tuna flakes on toast
and wouldn’t charge the earth in fees
a ten bob note at most

5-7-5 (take one-hundred-and-ten : dawn)

bronze is the dawn’s edge
clashing with silver moon glow
to promise us gold

Part of a song for a young Paul Simon

when August dies
September cries
the leaves from every tree
as tears they weep
a winter deep
’til spring comes back to me

and with the spring
a million things
wake up inside my mind
dreams renewed
of me and you
and summers more to find.

A Poultry Four Lines

the chicken came before the egg
and lay back satisfied
the egg was rightly not amused
and fumed until she fried.

One Minute Rhyme Mark XXVII : I’m Sorry But You Have Me Confused

Some people think I’m that one
but I’m the other one instead
not the one you’ve heard of
that you had in your head
but another one completely
though we look and sound the same
but still I’m just the other one
so no need to ask again.

One Minute Rhyme Mark XXVI : The Day That William Shatner Dies

The day that William Shatner dies
I won’t know what to do
the grim reaper has to call on him
just like for me and you
but the universe won’t seem the same
once he’s beamed away
but I guess for now I’ll be just finas he hasn’t died today.

The world will seem quite odd in fact
something not quite right
and I hope he won’t go quietly
into that last dark night
this undiscovered country
he’ll likely conquer too
but still the day that Shatner dies
I won’t know what to do.