As the sun sets,
The birds wing home,
And the heavy beat
Of their wings in flight,
Adds to my feeling of emptiness.
Beyond, the vast expanse of ocean
Reinforces a sense of separation,
Desolation,
Until you are returned to me.

Pushing my bike across the pier,
The sun sets on a busy day,
And I find myself trapped
In a symphony of pink, purple and blue,
A rhapsody of pink, purple and blue,
And I like it.

Early morning…
The sun slants through the trees
Like a waterfall of light.
Treading softly through
A carpet of wild flowers,
An explosion of scent
Creeps out from under each foot,
And softly colours the air.
This is Nature at its most glorious!

It has been raining here for most of the day,
Walk down the pavement, you’re hit by the spray,
The skies are lowering and desperately grey,
And still the trams keep running.

I’ve been holed up here in this coffee shop,
I’ll drink my espresso to the very last drop,
Waiting for this dreary rain to stop,
Watching the trams that are running.

I’m bored of my paper, bored of my life,
I’ll squeeze some more butter on the end of my knife,
I’ll go home quite soon and kiss and cuddle my wife,
By catching one of the trams that are running.

Come to think of it, they look really cosy,
And kind of quite cheerful and sort of peachy and rosy,
I think it’s definitely time for me to just mosey,
And climb on a tram that’s running…

Every one of these is mine,
It was a difficult birth,
But now I’m fine!
They carry all my strongest genes,
Buxom, beautiful,
Milk machines.
Already they’ve got my big brow,
And enormous muzzle,
For downing chow.
And my wrinkles, and my feet,
I tell you now,
My life’s complete!

When fledglings take a leap of faith,
And initiate their first flight,
They try to activate their wings,
And flap with all their might.
But those little flaps are futile,
When following their mum,
They’ll give them just a bit of air,
To land quite softly on a bum!
Their flight is very vocal,
Accompanied by chirps and squeaks,
And the glorious wonder of it,
Will keep you entertained for weeks!

Please don’t get me started,
Or it’s going to provoke,
I cannot understand the fact
That you still choose to smoke.
I swear if I had MY way,
It’s something I’d revoke.
Each time that you take a puff,
You’re filling up with coke.*
And you know that there’s a likelihood
Your breath will fail and choke.

If I could wave a wand right now,
Clean lungs is what I would invoke.

*coke as in tar

I gathered twigs, and lit a fire,
And set the pot to brew.
Simplicity’s sure to grab, inspire,
And a stunning view.

I sit down here, upon the grass,
And my thoughts compose,
Luscious moments gently pass,
Full of sweet repose.

This is what life’s all about,
Nothing too ornate,
Just a cup of tea, a glass of stout,
And a view to titillate.

Hey! You!
I’m over here!
Watching you
From my hemisphere.

Hey! You!
Didn’t you know?
You’re predisposed
To pander to my braggadocio?

Hey! You!
The hand that feeds,
You should be ministering
To my needs!

…I’d like some chicken, tuna too,
And some “finger-lickin'” stew!
I’d like some milk and a bite of cheese,
And do I have to say a please??!!

You’ll get it for me ’cause you can,
And want to satisfy ‘your little man’
You’re so in love you just give in,
And pander to my every whim!

Hey! You!
You know I’m right!
You’ll wait on me,
Both day and night!

Hey! You!
I don’t need to budge,
Because I’m gorgeous,
– You be the judge!

# a tongue in cheek attack on all of us cat lovers and how soppy we are about our cats. And how they take advantage!

I found myself the other day,
In sore and desperate need,
My phone was out of battery,
And something was wrong with the charging lead.
I pulled up to a red phone box,
In some rural hemisphere,
And tried to find money to use it,
But it only ran on coins from yesteryear.
I love this great bit of history,
A wonderful cultural thing,
But when I need it but cannot work it,
My blood boils and my ears start to ring!