what do you see

What do you see, when eyes are closed
Trying to sleep at night
Uncertainty and cowardice
Those demons that you fight
Or the fire of the explosion
That took the right eyes sight
Trusting faces of dying men
convinced that you are right
What do you see?


Destructive jokes and snigger
done behind a cruel hand
Mission statement by the planners
you could not understand
The ambush on the open road
forced you to make a stand
Dead that stay with the living thought
were once yours to command
What do you see?



The importance of the hem length
the colour of the year
Hearty comfort and perception

found in strong drugs and beer
Crowded streets of dread and tension
and lonely roads of fear
Rages and the long silence spells
shut out those once were near
What do we see?

a present for Sammy

Laying on the ground

outside Sammy mouse's door

is a large blue shiny orb

that’s not been seen before

It wasn't there yesterday

or the day before

slug says its a present

so fine it has no flaw

must have come from far away

not seen on this shore

a gift for something Sammy did

many years before

Snail said it was carried

must have been by coach

a coach so rich and glistening

the poor folk can't approach

so it must travelled by night

so the poor could not encroach

hedge hog said it had a guard

to clear peasants from the road

with Hussars and lancers

said the helpful toad

it must have travelled over sea

by ship and carefully stowed

it must have had an armada

of escorting craft

said the helpful water vole

not meaning to sound daft

a present from an emperor

from rich lands over sea

for an act that Sammy did

I wonder what it could be

Then Sammy opened his door

his friends wanted to know

what he did for an Emperor

so many years ago

then down flew a black bird

took her egg and flew away

it was not present for Sammy

just an egg that went astray

halloween

Late at night in cold bed alone

Wondering mind to drift is prone

To dwell upon thoughts that scare

Tis haunting season so beware

Halloween thoughts invade the mind

Wondering’s of a fearful kind

The spirits of life forms you once knew

Reek revenge on the mind of you

The thundering herd of beef cattle

Vibrate the bed and windows rattle

Come to haunt you for their murder

You purveyor of the beef burger

The chicken flock flies round your head

For barbecue legs they are dead

The chicken caterpillar you see

With thousand legs for you and me

The sheep the deer and salmon come

You evil man what have you done

You wake with start and you hear

Full English breakfast for you dear

wasted

Young men march in uniforms

that they wear with pride

sent off to the trenches

to take all in their stride

try to cross no-mans-land

many corpses wide

calling for their mother

with dying sobs they cried

fighting for a freedom

the survivors are deigned


graves stones by the million

in religious segregation

simple bland inscriptions

that lack poetic imagination

now heroes that have fallen

to safeguard a nation

politicians heads held high

in false admiration

speak weasel words of comfort

tor a wasted generation

batman

Batman on the window ledge

three storeys from the floor

wants the courts to sign a pledge

to see his kids once more

the hand that rocks the cradle

doesn't want to know

such neat poison she will ladle

in words sweet and low

the children under direction

utter bitter lies

this family of introspection

absent parents they despise

so Batman is on a protest

a tall three storeys high

a placard displayed on his chest

justice, truth, or die

time to talk

The farmer raised his hand

In cheerful recognition

The engineer stopped is car

He had a proposition

The engineer stepped out the car

To the combined harvester Walked

It had seemed an eon

Since these two pals had talked

The combine harvester blocked the road

While the two old friends chatted

Such a pleasant sunny day

Good crack is all that matter

While they struck a bargain

For maintenance of machinery

On such a pleasant day

with good crack in pleasant scenery

From a flask they toasted well

Of the future, and of trade

Its strange they said to see no cars

On this sunny day god made

Behind the combined harvester

Stretching far and trying patients

Behold a massive traffic jam

Straining country/town relations

gravity where is it

Gravity where is your pull?

Where does your force hide?

Is it found in cotton and wool?

In clothes I wear with pride

.

Why do the used clothes you see

Lay crumpled on the floor

They must be held by gravity

So cant hang up as before

.

Socks once used and damp inside

The odour will upward rise

One sock will escape and hide

The washing basket spies

.

Clothes reaching the washing machine

With detergent and water spin

Tumbled, flattened, treated mean

Destroys the gravity within

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Clean clothes stay hung up on the rack

Soiled clothes coat the floor

So what puts the gravity back?

Why do children’s clothes hold more?