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Old Nov 11 2006, 09:50 AM   #1
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In among my birthday e-cards was a comment by Sandi that I'd posted poems and I realised that I hadn't posted any of my "heavy" stuff.

So here goes:

Above the City

Above the City four red lights
Beckon mutely from a nearby hill.
"Come! Here! Clamber up
To greet us wearily from your walk.
Come here! Stand beneath
Our antennae festooned trellises:
Four gaunt insect pylons
Watching the landscape beneath our feet.
Gaze across our peaceful world
Nightly nestling in the starloom."

Below; five hundred feet
Below me lay the City
Sleeping gently among its nightlights.
Joined to other nuclei by
Random drifts of mobile lights
Flickering between avenues;
Glow-worms doing the regulation
Fifty miles per hour.

Beyond lay the Sea!
Pulsating smoothly twixt tide and wind.
Tossing the shipping, the moving and the moored.
Knowing no difference between the waking and sleeping.
Feeling its way into rythes and creeks,
Draining and flooding impartially disrespectful.

-o-0-o-

From the Harbour a dipping light
Twinkles at me across the lacuna.
"Come! Here! Slip down to see me;
Sculling softly, slip from the staithes.
Come here! Stand on
My wetly shadowed deck;
Moon lit, moon shaded,
Spar shadow speckled.
Stare across this sheltered water
Slipping darkly wet around me."

Across the drowsy anchorage came music:
Quiet night rhythms and harmonies
Ripple carried on platters of light
From other boats swinging their anchor chains
Muddily beneath their anti-fouled bulging keels.
Seaweed scent and rust aroma
Mingling on the shore and in my nose.

Seaward ran the tide, and
Turning and following visually its eddies,
I saw the buoys flick their warning
At the shipping wending
Its dipping way slowly
among their random logicality,

-o-0-o-

Away on the Island a high poised lamp
Over the water seemed to call
Swinging its arm in a beckoning majestic.
"Come! Out! Don't just
Stay there! Come out and see!
My flame, set between
The air, the land and the sea;
Four elements combining,
Guards you while you come and go.
Come! And go out into the other worlds
Existing always just beyond the horizon.
Always their light glimmers
Reflected just over the bounds of knowledge
Tantalising with promises of peace
From the strife and stifle of well-known things.
Come! And as you go on
Remember that we, who seem
To promise peace, stand or float
Above the hidden danger points
Not the safety crossings."

Across the waterways I swung
And phosphorised my track towards the lights
That winked and smiled their appointed code.
Others, too, around me came for a little while
Then bore away to other delights
And harbours where they could rest.
Content?
Restless I must meander
Heeding every call;
Searching for new worlds.
Watching others: learning their ways.

Gentle City resting.
Yet soon you will bustle
And drive your folk to drudgery and dross.

Quiet harbour rocking.
Soon you will rock to wave and gale lashed fury
That will swing and drag your craft to wrackage.

Here at sea with room to roam
I can ride out the worst while you die.
Only in seeking out new truths and dangers
Can you survive life's boredom and lie.

-o-0-o-

Above the Coastline four red lights
Beckon mutely form a distant hill.
"Come! Come back!
Return to us one distant day.
To us who pointed the original way
For your questing thoughts to thread."
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Old Nov 12 2006, 10:55 AM   #2
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Have you ever walked a night-lit town
Following a tossed coin?
Heads, along this alleyway;
Tails, you climb the steps ahead,
Following a tossed coin?
Wandered half the night away
Frightened of a lit cafe;
Following a tossed coin?
Longed that some one would say "Hi"?
Scared that no one will? You die
A little every time you think you'll try
Again, and find once more that no one cares.
Back! Out of the door! Avoid the stares.
You toss your coin,
And off you wander saving fares,
Following a tossed coin.

Dawn's but five hours off.
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Old Nov 12 2006, 11:00 AM   #3
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The Broadcasters

At the boss of the building lies a room
A womb, with umbilical mikes;
Where a multiple birth of broadcasters
Gestate and gesticulate
Dropping jewelled words into velvet silence.

Opalescent opinions on pinions
Of diamond ideas,
Emerald remarks,
Ruby reasonings
Tossed together with magnetic tape.

Brilliantly faceted.
Fascile?
Making as much stir
As the slipstream
From the wings of a passing butterfly.
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Old Nov 14 2006, 05:48 PM   #4
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A young lady of my aquaintance was doing A-level History of Art. The Muse struck, and I produced this lot in just twelve hours.

An artist named Toulouse-Lautrec
Once failed to change a large cheque
At a banc in Toulon,
'Cos the trains took too long,
And his legs were too short for the trek.

-o-0-o-

Matisse was an artist quite dotty.
His paintings were fuzzy and spotty.
When asked if they'd sell
He replied, "not too well
For the prices I charge are quite potty."

-o-0-o-

A Degas on the wall's de rigueur,
Especially a young dancing figueur.
But, when painting a ballet,
He became far too pally
And her figueur gets bigueur and bigueur.

-o-0-o-

Van Dyke once turned to Vermeer
And said, "Mine Heer, look here.
The way you paint light
Is a terrible fright
And your highlights are really too clear."

Vermeer replied to Van Dyke,
"Since we're Dutch, go get on your bike.
YOUR scenes are too dark.
Is that a barn or a barque?
And is THAT a sheep or a tyke?"

-o-0-o-

Dear mad man Vincent van Gogh
Found his yellows decidedly off.
Those chromiums age
His flowers look like sage;
Or a chick with a very bad cough.

-o-0-o-

Rembrant was a narcistic Fleming
Self-portraits came forth like the lemming.
But for much of his work
Round his friends he would lurk;
Causing critics to turn to "hem-hemming."

-o-0-o-

From Venice came Leonard of old
With ideas exceedingly bold.
For a different view
He invented a screw
That would lift him up into the cold.

-o-0-o-

Sistine painter, one Michael Angelo,
Liked models who made him feel mellow;
As with fingers quite rude
They posed in the nude
(And the cardinals quivered like jello).

-o-0-o-

Renoir's models so rosy and round
He painted where ever he found.
On a chair (or the bath
If he wanted a laugh);
Just so long as they looked like a mound.

-o-0-o-

The artist Felix Valloton
Engraved posters and cards by the ton.
His black and white creatures
With clearly drawn features
Were the "dernier cri" of the "ton".

-o-0-o-

Like many French painters Raoul Millais
Liked painting a pretty French filly.
With a man on it's true.
But she'd four legs not two
And had just won a race at Chantilly.
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Old Nov 15 2006, 10:32 AM   #5
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Peter, I love the this last poem...and chuckled at your irreverence at these great artist. I did however print it out to put up on my art desk...Thank you!!!
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Old Nov 15 2006, 05:07 PM   #8
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Magnificat

Magnificat, the rectory cat,
Stropped himself round the Rector's legs.
"What NOW?" said the Rector, "what are you at?
You're fed and watered, there's no need for begs.

"Out you go my boy, and use the cat-flap;
There's no way I'm going to open the door.
I'm eating my breakfast. No don't jump on my lap
I don't want to eat my food off the floor."

"Why not?" thought Magni, "I do it all the time,
It's having food that matters, not where you dine.
You've got a total of just one life. I'm
Far less fussy: but then I've nine."


'KNOCK, KNOCK!' To the front door runs Magnificat.
"Oh no," thought the Rector, "it's not yet eight.
How'm I to say Matins while coping with that?"
He shuffled to the Hall. "Oh well, I'll just be late."

-o-0-o-

Magnificat, the Rectory cat,
Dozes in his favorite chair.
(It's also the Rector's, the cushion's worn flat.
The Rector's robes will get covered in hair.)

The Rector's out, the answerphone's on;
A funeral's first away at the 'crem':
Two sick visits (with Communion);
Then to see the old folks to minister them.

-o-0-o-

Magnificat, the Rectory cat,
Stropped himself round the kitchen table.
"What NOW?" said the Rector, "go and find yourself a mat.
I'm getting my lunch as best as I am able.

"Oh no, there's the phone. Who's next for my time?
'Mrs. Larkin? Hello, how's that husband of thine?'
Anyone would think that resting's a crime:
It's all right for you Mag, you just sleep and dine."

-o-0-o-

Magnificat, the rectory cat,
Lies asprawl in the afternoon warm.
"A quick half-hour will keep down the fat,"
Puffs the Rector a-mowing of his lawn.

"Not ME," murmers Magni, "Oh Dear me!
Chasing birds, not mowers, is lots more fun.
No quick half-hours before the D. A. C.*
Come to see if the renovations' done."


Magnificat, the Rectory cat,
Scampers over to the south porch door.
"There's a workman with a toolbag: I wonder what he's at?
Let's follow him and go and explore."


"Scuse me Vicar," from the tower the workman yells.
"Your cat's up the flagpole but I've done it's ropes.
I've got to go to someone else and do their bells.
Can I leave you to get him down?" "You've got some hopes!"

-o-0-o-

Magnificat, the rectory cat,
Comes back home in time for tea.
"Not for YOU Mags, you'll get too fat.
Now: there's a nice evensong on Radio 3:

"I've a sermon to write while list'ning to that.
Then I've a couple, who want their infant Christened,
To see at five. Why're you bumping me like that?
Oh, you want to go out and I haven't listened?

"I'd think you'd learn to chant the 'Nunc'
When wishing to exit and feel too lazy
To use your flap and do a bunk,
But I fear your pointing would be far too hazy."

-o-0-o-

Magnificat, the Rectory cat,
Slinks unwanted from the spacious Sitting Room.
Claws click-clicking on the Hall tesserat,
Retreating unobserved to the forbidden ... D-i-n-i-n-g R-o-o-m.

Three young couples are planning their 'days',
No room for a cat asleep on the counch.
With music and bridsmaids the Rector's in a daze.
The brides all sit up: the grooms all slouch.

-o-0-o-

Magnificat, the rectory cat,
Crunches a late night biscuit snack.
'RING: RING!' "Oh no! Who ever's that?
If it's nothing urgent I'll ring them back.

"Good night Magni, there's been a crash,
I'm wanted in a hurry up at A & E.
Don't wait up; it's been quite a smash.
Who would work for the C of E?"

"Not ME" thought Magni, "I couldn't take the stress.
Work sixteen hours a day? I'm not THAT dense!
I like to live for now, not worry how I dress,
Even if job satisfaction makes a lot of sense."

*D. A. C. = Diocesan Advisory Committee (the churches equivalent to a Planning Department)
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Old Nov 25 2006, 11:07 AM   #10
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Stone

Betrayed by my body!
To the right of my spine
And under my ribs.
I slump to the carpet
And writhe; and pant
To try to control
The pain.
I rock to fore
And back again,
Again, again, again.
Sweat drips, I groan
Again, again.
I rock to fore
And back again,
Again, again, again.
Again: a gain!

I stretch out long
It's not much better
Whether front, or left,
Or back, or right.
My clothes stick to me
Wetter and wetter.
I can't get comfy,
Here's the
Next fight.

I curl
Up small;
Foetal
Position
Braced between
Knees and
Forehead,
I clutch
My feet
And rock
And rock
Again,
Again.
And pant
And pant
Again,
Again.
"Come on
You Bugger.
Move on down
You Bugger!
Come on,
Come on,
Come on;
Pl - ea - se?"

My grey-
ing hair
Sticks to
My Scalp
And slicks
My brow.
My tears
Mix with
My sweat
And drip,
And drip
And drip.
I rock
And drip
Again,
Again,
Again,
Again.
Roll on
My back
And rock,
And rock.
My clothes
Stick to me
Wetter
And wetter.
"Come on
You Bugger,
Move down
Move DOWN.
The last one
Was bigger;
It FELT like
Half-a-crown!"

I rock
To fore
And back
Again
And sweat
And drip
Without
Much gain;
Again,
Again,
Again,
Again.
I groan
In my teeth
Again,
Again.
"Relax
Peter.
Pant
Peter.
Sit
It
Out
Peter.
MOVE
BUGGER!"

Back to
My knees
And rock,
And rock,
And sweat,
And drip
Again,
Again,
Again,
Again.
A little gain
I rock to fore
And back again,
And sweat and drip
Without much gain;
Again, again,
Again, again.
"Relax Peter.
Pant Peter.
Sit it out Peter.
Move Bugger?"

Back to my back
And rock and rock
And sweat and drip
again, again,
Again, again.
A little gain.
It's been about
An hour of pain.
"Just move. Just move!"
Of pain; of pain.
The pills must be working
You just think they're not.
You're slowing your jerking.
I'm so weary, so hot.
Relax Peter, Pant Peter.
"Move you little grit of coral!"
I rock to fore and back again
And sweat and drip without much gain.
Relax Peter, Pant Peter.
Sit it out Peter. "Move Bugger!"

Back to my knees and rock and rock
And sweat and drip again, again.
Again, again, a little more gain.
I roll to my side and let go my feet.
Crawl to my bed and ooze up onto the sheet.
Relax Peter. Breathe DEEP Peter.
It's moved on this time.
Relax Peter. Breathe DEEP Peter
It'e moved and and I'm
Relaxed.
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Genius is like a cup of coffee.
It comes in endless variety
Capturing the sun's essence in exotic lands
For man's delight and discomfort;
If our mad senses are acute enough
To comprehend and savour
Its pungent flavour.
In refinement it's in constant hot water
With the kettle mentalities
Of teapot authorities.
If we drink of its bitre-sweet stimulant
We absorb of its sunlight, dust and unrest.
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One o'clock of a Christmas Morn!
"Sanctus, sanctus," to a chant Gregorian
From a Rhennish Franciscan monastery,
Christmas Morn is underway.

Chorus:
United let the nations sing
Welcome to the youngest King.
Tomorrow it's passports once again
And "sanctions" not "sanctus" the cry.

Carols round europe play in my ear
From a lap-dog radio on my knee.
"Quel Est Cette Odour" from Brussels wings,
"Quid Petis O Filii" Luxembourg sings.

Chorus: ....

My lap-dog takes me here and there
Around the world. Australia
Is singing and eating its Christmas fare.
"Okum Orly Fey Fool," is A.B.C's share.

Chorus:
United let the nations sing
Welcome to the youngest King.
Tomorrow it's passpaorts once again,
And "sanctions!" not "sanctus!" the cry.
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Yung Tex, a txtr frm Toxteth
Likd txtng 4 svng hs breth;
But, hz bttry gt flatr,
Hz f0n bilz gt fatr
& hz tLf0n dyd a qik deth.
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