So far

I am so far now from the place I started
So many miles and many years have passed
Those I once knew are now my dear departed
and of my line I know I am the last.

But do not make for me a gift of sorrow
I will not weep nor beat upon my breast
For while I live, there's no grief I will borrow
I'll live in hope and be forever blessed

By the Power of Google

I can Google like a demon
I mean really really Google
I can come up with the meaning
for a gleamon or a droogle
and before you've phrased the question
or your fingers start their typing
I'll be looking at the answers
and the pages they are citing

I can filter all the answers
and pick out the ones that matter
by avoiding all the chancers
and the ones that are just chatter
I can recognise 'like' farmers
and expunge them from my short list

'til I'm left with just the entries that are what I wanted in the first place
and not all that other old nonsense that's on the Internet.

It's time somewhere

I'll have bacon and eggs, black pudding and spam
hash browns and mushrooms and waffles with jam
coffee and OJ, all fine breakfast fare
'cause I'm sure that it's seven o'clock somewhere

Get me coffee and doughnuts, yoghurt and fruit
even some crystallized ginger root
banana and chocolate cake that I'll share
'cause I'm sure it's eleven o'clock somewhere

A chicken and bacon club sandwich comes next
or burger and fries in a take-out context
burritos and tacos, I'm quite laissez faire
when it comes to it being twelve o'clock somewhere

I'll have afternoon tea with crumpets and honey
a fish finger sandwich with butter all runny
a chateaubriand with a salad nicoise
good German beer from my favourite bars
The time doesn't matter, I'm ready to swear
there's no doubt it's surely (add time here) somewhere

Talk of tea

My dear I'm glad you're here
I haven't seen you since
that last man went away
though you saw him as your prince
until that awful day
when hurt came from his hand.
  But now you're here with me
  and we will talk of tea
  and I will understand

My dear I'm glad you came
It's really been an age
and though you have bad hips
and pain you can't assuage
complaints won't pass your lips
I don't know how you stand
  But now you're here with me
  and we will talk of tea
  and I will understand

My dear I'm glad we met
I've had a hectic week
just talking all around
the words we cannot speak
'til finally I found
my sympathy crash land
  So now you're here with me
  and we will talk of tea
  I'm sure you'll understand.

Walk faster

I drove you to school on that first day
and watched you as you walked away
and every day as you walked away
you walked faster.

A summer's day

A shady spot beneath the trees
A fragrant and refreshing breeze
The waves that come ashore in threes
A summer's day is made of these

A Buddleia a-buzz with bees
A whiff of pollen that makes me sneeze
An icecream making my brain freeze
A summer's day is made of these

The air gets warmer by degrees
The weather forecast guarantees
that skirts and shorts won't meet with knees
A summer's day is made of these

A hammock swinging at it's ease
An ice cold spritzer if you please
So every negative thought flees
A summer's day is made of these

You can't see my tears

I'm sitting in my car
I'm sitting in my car because it's raining
It's raining and I haven't turned on the wipers
I haven't turned on the wipers because I'm crying
I'm crying and you can't see my tears

you can't see my tears

You can't see my tears but I am crying
I am crying but I haven't turned on the wipers
I haven't turned the wipers on even though it's raining
It's raining and I'm sitting in my car
I'm sitting in my car

I could

I could sleep right through the night and wake up weary
I could eat two twelve inch sub's and still want more
I could leap with all my might
to a most amazing height
but my heart would still be down here on the floor

I could ride a thousand miles and never get there
I could win the greatest prize and stay bereft
For no matter what I do
I will still be feeling blue
Because nothing's any good now since you left.

The Hills

I've got a little cottage on the very edge of town
where the bricks and slates give way to fields of green
and every lovely morning I look up the street and down
to celebrate this cosy little scene
But this morning as I'm looking, something causes me to frown
The view is not what it has always been
Though I've never checked the distance from the country to the town
I think there's fewer houses in-between

If there are are a couple missing from the far end of the road
and the gap 'tween town and grass remains the same
then the hills have gotten closer to my own humble abode
and eaten up the houses as they came

Now I count the little houses every morning as I wake
No more have disappeared from view so far
But at the smallest tremble of a house eating earthquake...
My bag is packed and waiting in my car

Image In

So tell me what it is you see
on that discarded canvas sheet
Is there an image there of me
or of a Spanish sailing fleet
Is it an image of The Lord
or something from a fashion show
An angel with a fiery sword
A kitten with a little bow
Whatever image comes to mind
Whatever picture you descry
It's something only you will find
uniquely seen by your mind's eye

Not a Jerk

When it comes to the end of a sunny day
and my motorbike's waiting to take me away
and the sky gets all dark and riven with lightning
and the air is all filled with thunder and frightening
I wish I'd turned right and gone for a trip
before Thor got his hammer out and let it rip
But I was expected to turn up for work
so that's what I did cos I'm not a jerk

But I am a bit fed up though...

FO

I'll say this politely
I may even smile
with all the charm I can foster.
The meaning's the same
whatever the frame
In military terms, Foxtrot Oscar!

Change

I change you all
You can't resist.
I do not change
I'm a Catalyst.