Quack!

The prettiest girls on the internet
The cleverest men in the world
All have their flaws
on which trolls sharpen claws
in comments maliciously hurled

So if someone is trolling you greatly
and wounding you right to the heart
Just don't answer back
for the un-echoed quack
is as lost in the storm as a fart

The last Polar Bear

The great ice floe
on which she would go
a-hunting for seals
for family meals
is melted and gone
from what Man has done

She doesn't know how
to feed her cubs now
Where once they would thrive
they can barely survive
And with more warmth pending...
There's no happy ending

Loss

You should not judge a book just by its cover
My contents are much deeper and you'll find
that as I change from 'just a friend' to 'lover'
my outsides matter much less than my mind
That as time passes and our lives are linking
I'll captivate you more and more each day
I'll think the thoughts that you're afraid of thinking
I'll say the words that you're afraid to say
'Til finally you find you're lost without me
Each hour apart is more than you can bear
You'll rush home like a desparate internee
to that small cell of privacy we share
But starts imply something inevitable
The terrible last phrase that is 'The End'
So as you turn the last page of this fable
you'll search for other works this author's penned

Softly she comes to me

Softly she comes to me
 Over the undefeated ramparts of my fortress heart
 Following the track set by Cupid's dart
 Past all my defences before they can start
And softly she comes to me
 Through all the confusion and the unplanned life
 of this un-lonely loner and avoider of strife
 and suddenly I'm asking her to be my wife
And softly she comes to me
 On her father's arm she walks in style
 down the consecrated and rose trimmed aisle
 all dressed in white with a beautiful smile
And softly she comes to me
 To hear me promise that I will
 keep only unto her through good or ill
 'til all is gone and the world is still
And softly she comes to me
 To make her promise that is the same
 to cleave to me through ice and flame
 to wear my ring and to take my name
And softly she comes to me
 So we can live out all our years
 'til softly, with no earthly fears
 we pass beyond this vale of tears

And softly, she comes with me...

Elysian fields

I cannot walk the way that I used to
My muscles and my joints have let me down
I sit here in this chair the whole day through
When people see my face they see a frown
My sight is dimmed so e'en had I the strength
to lift a book I'd not make out a word
My mem'ry is by mayfly beat in length
and loudest conversations' barely heard
But this is not a sad and lonely end
In happiness I doze my days away
A happy future I can apprehend
and I look forward to that joyfull day

When finally my constitution yields
and I am freed to walk elysian fields

Post Truth

The Truth is a conspiracy
to keep you in your place
The Facts are immaterial
and don't affect this case
Belief is all that is required
and I will say to you
Repeat a lie often enough
and it becomes what's true

Home

My home is where my heart is
it's where I hang my hat
It's where the ones that I love live
and that my dear is that

It doesn't need an open fire
It doesn't need a cat
Just all the folk that I hold dear
and that my dear is that

The Tide

For every ending there's a new beginning
Each written page is blank the other side
For every loser someone else is winning
but as the moon swings by it pulls the tide

A glass half full is also one half empty
This was the best or worst year, you decide
You've had enough! or what you've had is plenty
and still that moon swings by and pulls the tide

Tonight we say goodbye to twenty sixteen
And hope that seventeen will joy provide
But sure as little apples times are changing
and as that moon swings by it pulls the tide

Flock gone

When waking from what seems to be
a century of dreamless sleep
The first thought that occurs to me
is, What happened to all the sheep?