NaPoWriMo April 2013 # 30 – Spring

SPRING

A solitary ewe stands with her lamb in the field next door
Where they came from nobody knows, never seen them before
The Sparrowhawk flies the hedgerow making fresh blood flow
There are hardly any bees to help our vegetables as they grow
At least at last that old sun is shining as I listen to the radio
Where there is precious little good news on the afternoon show
Still I’m happy clipping last years brambles, they have got to go
Along with the other winter weeds and detritus, don’t you know
From the buds on all the stems the leaves have starting peaking
At last the spring has sprung soon the buzzards will be shrieking

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NaPoWriMo April 2013 # 29 – NO SHIT STICKS TO MR TEFLON

NO SHIT STICKS TO MR TEFLON

Have you ever really stopped to wonder why
Nothing happens to people who have office high
No matter what truly bad things they do or say
They just always seem able to get clean away
With lawyers and barristers on call by the score
Masonic friends waiting behind the lodge door
Now government pals are protecting them more
By stealthily moving goalposts on legal aid law
As each day passes by that old Cockney expression
Rings truer than ever “No shit sticks to Mr Teflon.”
Unless s/he is totally arrogant of course and even then…………

NaPoWriMo April 2013 # 28 – Behind The Ripping Tide

BEHIND THE RIPPING TIDE

It started with here we are
It ended with there you go
I am far too dumb to know
What happened in between
Took both my eyes off the ball
I’m not blessed with total recall
The rip tide tore down the shore
The more I wanted to swim
The further the sea moved away
Now you’re on that boat with him
The wind behind you as you sail
Away away into different waters
I stand behind the ripping tide
Too confused to wave bon voyage

NaPoWriMo April 2013 # 27 – Ramalama Masquerade

RAMALAMA MASQUERADE

WONT YOU COME AND JOIN ME AT THE MUSIC PARADE
TODAY THERE’S GONNA BE A RAMALAMA MASQUERADE

RAMALAMA RAMALAMA RAMALAMA LOU

RAMALAMA RAMALAMA RAMALAMA LOU

ALL I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY WANNA DO
IS DANCE SOME RAMALAMA ROCK ‘N’ ROLL WITH YOU

RAMALAMA RAMALAMA RAMALAMA LOU

RAMALAMA RAMALAMA RAMALAMA LOU

YOU CAN PLAY GUITAR OR YOU CAN BANG A DRUM
ANYTHING YOU WANT TO JUST SO LONG AS YOU COME

RAMALAMA RAMALAMA RAMALAMA LOU

RAMALAMA RAMALAMA RAMALAMA LOU

TODAY THERE’S GONNA BE A RAMALAMA MASQUERADE
WONT YOU COME AND JOIN ME AT THE MUSIC PARADE

RAMALAMA RAMALAMA RAMALAMA LOU

RAMALAMA RAMALAMA RAMALAMA LOU

 

 

Ramalama Masquerade cover

NaPoWriMo April 2013 # 26.5 The A-Z Of War

THE A-Z OF WAR

Coming off the plane

We see they are in pain

Heading back to a hospital bed

This is the lost boys’ A – Z

 

Abandoned Afflicted Anguished Men O War

Beaten Up Bedraggled Broken Men o war

Cracked Crashed Crushed Men O War

Damaged Dejected Distraught Men o War

Empty Enraged Exhausted Men o War

Feeble Forsaken Fucked Men O War

Ghastly Gloomy Glum Men O War

Hapless Horrified Hurt Men O War

Ignored Ill-starred In a right state Men O War

Jacked up Joyless Jumbled Men O War

Kooky Kracked-up Kranky Men O War

Lamentable Lost Lumbering Men O War

Messed up Miserable Mistreated Men O War

Neglected Nervous Not wanted Men O War

Oh so tired Old Before their time Overlooked Men O War

Panicked Pathetic Pitiable Men O War

Quashed Quiet Quirky Men O War

Raddled Rattled Ruined Men O War

Shambling Smashed up Spoiled Men O War

Tattered Tormented Tortured Men O War

Unfortunate Unhappy Useless Men O War

Vanquished Vertiginous Violated Men O War

Woozy Wounded Wretched Men Of War

Xanadud out X-rayed Xyloid Men Of War

Yawed Yearning Young Men O War

Zero-rated Zonked-out Zoonotic Men O War

 

Who Knows the whys and the wherefores

Or what it was they were fighting for

All these broken young boys we call our Men O War

NaPoWriMo April 2013 # 26 – Noble Lies? No Thanks!

NOBLE LIES? NO THANKS!

I HAVE NO REAL USE
FOR POPE NOR BISHOP
CANNOT BE TAKING
NOTE OF NOBLE LIES
BE NOT WAITING FOR
SOMETHING OR NOTHING
TIME DOES NOT MATTER
THAT MUCH ANY MORE
BELIEVE IN REASON
NOT FLASH MIRACLES
BRING NOT FALSE MERCY
LEAVE YOUNG MINDS TO GROW
THERE  IS NEITHER GOD
NOR YET A CURE ALL
LIFE IS WHAT IT IS
NOBLE LIES? N0 THANKS!

NaPoWriMo April 2013 # 25 – A New Face Amongst The Gladioli

A NEW FACE AMONG THE GLADIOLI
What is this I spy crawling about below the bird nut holder?
Not another rat in the garden come back to plague us again?
Hang on, rats don’t have spines growing out of their back.
Neither do they have a rounded body with a soft furry skirt.
This is the first time such a visitor has called at this address
This is a brand new pointy face amongst the rotting gladioli
Snuffling about looking for juicy slugs and other tasty morsels
Flipping the damp dead brown leaves in the air with her nose
Completely unaware that I am filming her as she potters on
Welcome Hermoine, our first diligent, slug hunting Hedgehog
Hooray!