I watched the little centipede
scurry ‘cross the floor
a step or two for me, but him?
a good ten miles or more
I gazed on in silent wonderment
as he strolled his rippled paces
and thought on how long it takes
to tie all his shoelaces?
rhyme
Lines on Santa Monica Pier (unfinished)
last sunlight gently kissed each tide
their lips danced soft together
each pondered on the other side
of the ocean of forever
upon the pier a love song played
seagulls serenading flight
and then the dusk its debt repayed
passed duty to the night.
A Cheesy Morsel
The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese…G. K. Chesterton
Some Danish Blue would do a treat
perhaps a little Brie to eat
but if Linburger’s the one you chose
best stick a clothes-peg on your nose.
envoi
best stick to Cheddar cheese I think
if you don’t want your breath to stink.
Klaus The Mouse verse two
and when the day’s start drawing in
I go back there and visit him
bringing him a flask of gin
and then the boozing starts
he mixes it with ginger ale
and it never ever seems to fail
to stiffen up his floppy tail
and warm his little heart
Klaus The Mouse verse one
In the woods behind my house
lives a giant chocolate mouse
whose name I hear is little Klaus
because he’s very small
Up above the underbrush
where the leaves all turned to mush
he likes it there it feels so lush
until the first snows fall
Driftwood
driftwood
tossed and broken
unable to hold fast
upon the shore
destined
to have in reach
the beach
yet drifting evermore
A Man For All Seasons (a one minute rhyme)
he writes the words
of youthful spring
on shorter days
that autumn brings
and still his pen
leaks naive rhymes
despite the end
of summertime
and even come
the winter’s chill
his innocence
in ink shall spill
Lines written whilst listening to old Tin Pan Alley songs
ten thousand days shall I love thee
and quite the measure more
countless will the hours be
that have you in my thoughts
though the sands of time may drift
and life erodes the shore
my heart will shine like Pharos
ten thousand nights and more
The Old Gods
In Arcady sat the gods of old
of whom the lies we’ve all been told
first came upon the needs of men,
and as they watch our foolishness
they laugh at us as hearty now
as they laughed at us mortals then.
Written In The Darkness (a one minute rhyme)
written in the darkness
without recourse to the light
hiding insecurities
under blankets of the night
tearing up each faulted phrase
each ill begotten word
written in the darkness
lest my words be heard
