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.

Shattered

I saw you and felt that endless pain, that ache
That, though I could reach, I could not touch,  you'd break
I crept past on tiptoe and no sound did I make
But you felt the thunder of my heart's quake
and shattered, like a rose from a frozen lake.

Never worn

A pretty pastel painted room
set for the infant never born
and listed on the internet
are Baby shoes, never worn...

Ride on, ride on

For every man
a motorcycle's calling
To take a ride
along the king's highway
Through twists and turns
Down every wooded valley
Ride on, ride on
there's miles to do this day

And every mile
you ride on your great journey's
another mile
away from hearth and home
But every town
and village where you wander
will take you in
and treat you as their own

So when you leave
leave nothing bad behind you
Just memories
of days and things done well
That way you'll know
a welcome will await you
should ever you
return again to dwell

Then when at last
you've ridden every pathway
from north to south
and sea to shining sea
You happy man
will find that well known turning
that brings you home
to where you want to be

One perfect day

Wake up refreshed and early in a comfortable bed
A long relaxing shower to wash the sleep out of my head
Barefoot to the kitchen for black coffee and fresh bread
and look out of the window at the morning.

To see the cherry blossom blowing gently in the breeze
To smell the warm spring garden with not one hayfever sneeze
To hear the morning concert from the birds perched in the trees
and see the perfect day the world is forming.

Then later to the village to my favourite lunchtime spot
A muffin or a pastry and a latte with a shot
Then sit down for a gossip with the best friends that I've got
While the midday sun this perfect day is warming.

After we have set the world and all it's wrongs to right
We spend the afternoon in watching cricketers in white
play our side against their side till they run out of daylight
Then all back to the pub where pints are drawing

When all of this is over and I've gone back home to bed
Alone or with sweet company to fill the night ahead
It will have been one perfect day by which my soul was fed
I'm hoping for the same when next comes morning

One Rider

When all the separate lands unite
and man at last with man will dwell
Conquest will disappear from sight
become a story to retell

When swords are beaten into ploughs
and spears reforged as reaping hooks
When armour's hung on oaken boughs
War will retire to history books.

When working folk at day's end, will
all gather round a groaning board
and take their time to eat their fill
then Famine falls before this hoard

But

One rider still will hold the field
The last of four who once rode out
A ghastly scythe is his to wield
and in his eye you'll see no doubt
For every man that once drew breath
must meet him face to face one day
and more certain than taxes, Death
will with one stroke all debts defray