A Place, A Time

A place, a time, a life in ways 
To act in deeds, hear, hear  
Here, here, a place to be   


I do not sleep standing up  
When there is a bed to comfort my rest  
Even elephants know to lie on their backs  


I will not walk on a treadmill  
With speed mark, set at 9 
I would have known trips and falls, like friends  

I will not swim on land  
Or run in swimming pools or any waters full 
I may try walking on a mustard filled pool  


Then compare myself to scriptures  
And say I walked on liquid  
Water with add ons  

But then the clean up will be messy  
So I will ponder before acts. 
A place a time, a life in ways to act  


I will dress for the occasion  
If winter gave me an invite  
Or sun shine blessed my day, rarity in England. 

I will have a smile, for my love 
And call her by pet names, unique 
For her the only right to have, pet names  


To own and no other 
She will know my smile, changing on emotion 
All the different ones, I never knew I had 


But she noticed to admire
A place, a time, a life, in ways to act 
Hear, hear, here, here

I will acquire the rightful stage 
For who I am, my rightful stage
With books I have stood on, to elevate my stand 


Robes, for ceremony on graduation 
Then after, a place, a time, a life in ways 
In my rightful place, I have acquired to be 


Hear, hear, here, here 
A place, a time 
A life in ways 

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Loosely Wild

How close have you ever gotten to nature  

To sit on the edge of seats 

And watch its majesty with fancy, dazzling

Lions rawrrr in playful bravado

Rhinos gallop, then trot crossing over tracks

Wolves on each others backs in a playful banter

Tigers bluff, refusing to budge 

Sitting on a bench just sunbathing in daydream

I came to see you, give me a pose for the camera

To sit in the drivers seat,  at arms length  

And in front of watch, creatures known as wild as mighty

As beastly wild, step so close I get to touch them 

Giraffes so tall, they rain showers from dripping mouths

Buffalo keeping a distance, steam off  their nostrils, tell tale signs

Just to be sure, safe to be sure, keeping a distance 

Cheeky camels  stood obstructing traffic 

That is how close I got to nature 

When I went down to the safari 

I saw ant castles standing like home from home 

Saw sea lions jumping hoops, huge snakes  

And bats in enclosures  eerily  they flew 

Above my head and shoulders 

So close, so near, touching distance
Brought to life my fearful wonder

Scorpions and stone fish
Spiders, and stick insects

Down in the west midland 

Who would have thought 

A little savannah, safari park 

In the middle of England 

Could be so nice 

That is how close I got to nature 

Next step is Africa 

Rains on the Island

Mermaids are made of fiction 

Stories told to delight our imagination 

Like the flying little fairies  

Who parade with joy in back gardens 

So many in lists of creatures to mention 

All magical and wondrous in ways there are 

To cast a spell of enchantment 

So many children stories, inspired  

To have been told of fiction 

But in Europe laid an island 

Anglo, hair tin distance from the main land  

Where the tears of the clouds poured persistent  

Poured on so much, on the regular  

It turned the inhabitants into mermaids 

Such a place like a fish tank, England always wet

Refilled Tanks

The clock ticks again 
Fun sat as the order of  seasons summer  
Breeze brought with it a chill of calm  


The sun lighted up roots 
To open up withdrawn souls, de-stress  
I saw ants of people in Ashton court  


I saw priceless of joy from the masses   
A communal eruptions of happiness  
A festive worship of summer


Summer comes and again
Suited and booted my tank filled up 
This will carry me to the end of the year at worst 


I got a refill from the summer's blast
I worshipped life and flew without feathers 
I had time out at Ashton-court 

London's Burning

From Croydon to Clapham  
Lewisham, to Peckham    
Bristol, Liverpool to Birmingham  
Slow down your rage 


Oh where art thou Mr Boris 
Mr Cameron, Mr Clegg "pretender" 
Mr Politician     


A stone in puddles   
Someone light a match   
And now London is burning   


The politicians sat on holiday benches   
Talking tough, they're talking tough  
And now London is burning  


Lets not take things for granted   
A man died a life was lost, clouded in mystery   
And now London is burning  


Engulfed in flames, anarchist and looters  
Frustrated youths like wild animals, let loose  on riot    
With old sanctuaries, of youth centres, closed on austerity   


And now London is burning   
Crisis stands as the seat in town, spreading havoc, to beyond    
New chic in town, jobless youth with no prosperity    


And now the markets are burning   
Bulls into bears in market stands, countries on default    
Paper stock losing value overnight, sell, sell, sell   


Oh ready steady panic, hardship engulf    
And now London is burning   
And now London is burning   

My bRoKeN Brolly

 Rain drop, drip, drape..
Drapes, drops, drips
And then I'm drenched.. 
What to do, with my broken brolly..

Big, small, old of English,..
Flowery oriental, in looks of China ..
Beauty in colours, of Mary Poppins..
Then sometimes; sometimes in black..

Just in black..
With oak, or ivory, handles hold..
As this then becomes,  my walking stick..
My walking stick; old English, gentleman's brolly..

My walking stick
My walking stick  
My walking stick

What to do, with my broken brolly..
With hooks all off, and springs all sprung
On crooked lines, on narrow roads
In walks I take, I make,  for all to see..

In winds it goes, tumbling inside out..
With loosened spikes sharp, to be avoided..
On sliver spokes, dashed rushed pointing all out..
To sea of people, I shout “health and safety”..

What to do, with my broken brolly..
While all along, in the old Queen’s England..
Rain drop, drip, drape, drapes, drops, drips
And then I'm drenched, and then I am drenched ..

I stamp in puddles, to dance my brolly dance  
#I sing in the rain, #I am singing in the rain
And wiggle it hold, on dangling handling
Along the way, #I sing in the rain


In good old deary, rainy England..
I sing in the rain, with my broken brolly
On what to do, with my broken brolly..
Dolly, lolly, polly, brolly brolly, broken brolly