Snow fell during the night; I walked to work
With headphones on, lost in a world of soul
The cold blue sky both overhead and perk
My shoe upper's departing from its sole
Work is so preferable to the dole
People to chat to, computers as toys
A sense of purpose, paid to play a role
Meetings of verbal diarrhoea noise
During which I tap the chair, sip strange teas
Tasting of licorice, fantasies dark
And rich trip my tongue, wistful dreams that stole
Away down my throat, though I kept my poise
A Christmas meal not of turkey but duck
I think I'll plump for. What a radical!
Tuesday, 30 November 2010
1547 - The car thief
Tonight, a trip out west to the Wirral
Peninsula, for a poetry night
In the Moreton Arms, free buffet and all
And cash prizes, but things didn't go right
I ran out of time, unable to quite
Finish the second poem; didn't win
But at least many there were quite polite
About my stuff, so that was consoling
As you know, the weather has been freezing
I couldn't unlock the car; nearly called
The RAC. Andy's face full of fright
The barman brought a kettle, tried pouring
Hot water on the doors to no avail
Cos my car was two cars down to the right!
Sad but true - I was trying to break into someone else's dark red Fiesta! Doh! I got called a doughnut, and I merited the description.
Peninsula, for a poetry night
In the Moreton Arms, free buffet and all
And cash prizes, but things didn't go right
I ran out of time, unable to quite
Finish the second poem; didn't win
But at least many there were quite polite
About my stuff, so that was consoling
As you know, the weather has been freezing
I couldn't unlock the car; nearly called
The RAC. Andy's face full of fright
The barman brought a kettle, tried pouring
Hot water on the doors to no avail
Cos my car was two cars down to the right!
Sad but true - I was trying to break into someone else's dark red Fiesta! Doh! I got called a doughnut, and I merited the description.
Sunday, 28 November 2010
1546 - News from the North West
I've never seen the film, North By Northwest
Or even Vertigo, both by Hitchcock
I must surely stand out from all the rest
For not having seen Rear Window, all blocks
To my omniscient goal. But wait - the box -
Specifically Film Four - is now showing
The first of those three all-time classic flicks
OK, the plot and dialogue's creaking
Like my old mattress every year; speaking
Of beds, the French guy didn't look impressed
With the spare room's single bed; and so it looks
Like another no-go in my renting
Attempts. Still, when payday comes, I'll invest
Fifteen more quid in an ad. Wish me luck!
Or even Vertigo, both by Hitchcock
I must surely stand out from all the rest
For not having seen Rear Window, all blocks
To my omniscient goal. But wait - the box -
Specifically Film Four - is now showing
The first of those three all-time classic flicks
OK, the plot and dialogue's creaking
Like my old mattress every year; speaking
Of beds, the French guy didn't look impressed
With the spare room's single bed; and so it looks
Like another no-go in my renting
Attempts. Still, when payday comes, I'll invest
Fifteen more quid in an ad. Wish me luck!
Saturday, 27 November 2010
1545 - Mozartchester
A lovely day, though we missed the skating
We ate some grub at Essy's beforehand
A quick trip to the museum; shopping
In Oklahoma; Josie got her hands
On a pink squidgey ball; chocolate cake, and
Then the Bridgewater Hall with Pearl; Mozart
Was the main draw, his Requiem still sounds
Special, especially as he died before this art
Was finished; his pupils built on his start
Dies Irae and Confutatis wings
Of fire, the choir not pouring any sand
On the flames of passion. We loved the heart
On sleeve conductor, bellowing, jumping
With long hair and shiny shoes on the stand
We ate some grub at Essy's beforehand
A quick trip to the museum; shopping
In Oklahoma; Josie got her hands
On a pink squidgey ball; chocolate cake, and
Then the Bridgewater Hall with Pearl; Mozart
Was the main draw, his Requiem still sounds
Special, especially as he died before this art
Was finished; his pupils built on his start
Dies Irae and Confutatis wings
Of fire, the choir not pouring any sand
On the flames of passion. We loved the heart
On sleeve conductor, bellowing, jumping
With long hair and shiny shoes on the stand
1544 - So cool in Liverpool
I've just had a night out in Liverpool
The venue was a place on Mathew Street
Tonight's temperature was extremely cool
But music filled the home of Merseybeat
I even saw some coppers on the beat
Question a thief who tried to sell to me
Some stolen perfume. Paco Rabanne. Heat
Was put on him; he had to drunkenly
Search for a non-existent receipt. See,
Cliches can come true. I could only drool
At the guitar skills at this gig tonight
Jo Bywater and Jon Gomm; mastery!
Not so keen on the piano-playing girl
Though. Her syrupy songs just did not fit
The venue was a place on Mathew Street
Tonight's temperature was extremely cool
But music filled the home of Merseybeat
I even saw some coppers on the beat
Question a thief who tried to sell to me
Some stolen perfume. Paco Rabanne. Heat
Was put on him; he had to drunkenly
Search for a non-existent receipt. See,
Cliches can come true. I could only drool
At the guitar skills at this gig tonight
Jo Bywater and Jon Gomm; mastery!
Not so keen on the piano-playing girl
Though. Her syrupy songs just did not fit
Thursday, 25 November 2010
1543 - Three minute meditation
Nothing much has happened and it's late
So this is a quick silly one today
It's cold and the door's open, and the weight
Of time and circumstance really does weigh
Heavy on us all, so much so we pray
To the tooth fairy and to Santa Claus
That we will get something good soon when they -
Whoever they are - put their generous paws
On some decent gifts for us. Then, applause
Will come their way, for are we not ingrates
Unless we get more than our fair share. Play
Should be fair, but fairest of all to us
We want abundance placed upon our plate
And we want happiness and joy to stay
So this is a quick silly one today
It's cold and the door's open, and the weight
Of time and circumstance really does weigh
Heavy on us all, so much so we pray
To the tooth fairy and to Santa Claus
That we will get something good soon when they -
Whoever they are - put their generous paws
On some decent gifts for us. Then, applause
Will come their way, for are we not ingrates
Unless we get more than our fair share. Play
Should be fair, but fairest of all to us
We want abundance placed upon our plate
And we want happiness and joy to stay
Wednesday, 24 November 2010
1542 - Student hopes and slippery slopes
The students they are rioting again
Like we did in the eighties; like they did
In the fifties, sixties, seventies, when
They fought the Bomb, the Man, 'Nam; never hid
From truncheons. They punched their weight, and now lead
The media, still right on all the way
Tuition fees go on rising; they feed
This French-style frenzy. Not Champs Elysees
In '68, but, all these years on, they
Show the same young excitement as back then
Meanwhile, the snow is almost here; we'll slide
We'll slip and trip, we'll skate through slush and spray
We'll ski down each hillside, glide down each glen
Break limbs, lie groaning in hospital beds
Like we did in the eighties; like they did
In the fifties, sixties, seventies, when
They fought the Bomb, the Man, 'Nam; never hid
From truncheons. They punched their weight, and now lead
The media, still right on all the way
Tuition fees go on rising; they feed
This French-style frenzy. Not Champs Elysees
In '68, but, all these years on, they
Show the same young excitement as back then
Meanwhile, the snow is almost here; we'll slide
We'll slip and trip, we'll skate through slush and spray
We'll ski down each hillside, glide down each glen
Break limbs, lie groaning in hospital beds
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