rhyme

Symphcacophony

glumly gliding glockenspiel
banging blocky bells
wasted woody wifflenotes
softly splitting spells
every eager elbow
bends in on violins
and at the rear the tattledrums
hold the beatings in
a cricket batting stone guitar
strums striking miners moans
the flippy flute blows succour
upon the slide jawbones
then soon this song is over
with fader fingers poised
these steady bars of foolish gold
just descending into noise.

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Songs of Home and Heartache : part one

steel guitaring echoes
of sadness and defeat
when Patsy gave me sweet dreams
in the heart of lonely street
and the needle always caught her
at the start of cigarettes
no matter how I’d set it right
I never can forget
just how those days are beaten in
and make of that boy the man
I tried to fall far from the tree
to find out who I am
…but…
all these countless heartaches later
when I’m thinking that I’m fine
I realise like old boy Merle
I’m still drinking yesterday’s wine.

Quiz Night

why is Egypt good at squash
and what makes Kathmandu
how does one get the Mackintosh
and how is Monday blue?

where are all the other socks
and do angry Irish stew
does Jack not like it in his box?
I just don’t have a clue

the answers I will never find
things do what they must do
the only puzzle on my mind
is how me is loved by you.