Our leaders think they know it all The limelight it keeps them enthralled They know what is best As they lecture the rest Yet flat on their face they will fall.
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Limerick XXXII
Norm was a fisherman down at the pier He’d swill whiskey all through the year One day he sorta Fell into the water And that was the end for old Norm, the poor dear
Limerick XXX
There once was a man called ‘The Joker’ He had a face that was perfect for poker Some thought his visa a rort He said; I’ll see you in court And was put in a detention enclosure
Limerick XXIX
There was a woman whose name (as I knew it) was Lucy She loved nice cream bars (so very fruity) After eating the bars And with no animals harmed She would flail her arms – oh, let’s do the watusi!
Inside
He travelled far and near with herto ranges and the ‘hoodhe asked for simple things from lifeand special things he couldThey spoke of places they had beenand some they’d yet to straythey spoke of milk and honey – yes – they spoke of yesterdayTheir fingers clasped – their bodies touchedtheir eyes drew sweet surpriseas tender […]
The dirt beneath the sand
And when the sun stopped shining and the darkness bore a whole he wandered off – and when alone he’d ponder of the soul For without – would thought return or philosophy withdraw or walk the road less travelled on or fall beneath the floor The floor that opened when least expected and when least […]
Lucy’s star
It cannot be that I can see what others try to hide I will not let that I’ll upset until you lie beside For what is far and far beyond tomorrow claims to be Today I feign for what I aim is lucid in my dreams Gaze toward the far horizon – I hear the […]
No-one
Those who are a someone Count within their soul The need to reach a further star Than that which counts the whole Yet those defined as no-one May lay their soul to see And relish in their standing Throughout eternity
Anew
As the new became a place of passion and desire – the feather on the finger tip – the embers of the fire The desert’s grass as lush and green as kikuyu in the summer as picturesque perfection grew – white lilies from the mire But ever and for always thus subsumed by new surrounds […]
In a whisper
It came but in a whisper like a gentle moonlight swim It left behind epiphany a spring-tide seen within Outside a stranger world berates with anger in its veins Inside a softer world creates and cherishes the same A lived-in warmth of feelings leaves strength with those who share The summer’s sense of malcontent replaced […]
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