Silly Friday Verse

My brain is full of mished up mush

As useful as hot jelly;

All I want's to go to sleep

With warm food in my belly.

Scuzzy wuzzy fungle fuzz,

Jingle jangle jem,

None of these are proper words,

I just like saying them!

Life Purpose

There is a thing inside me
Which needs to come out;
I know it, I know it so well.
For years I have run from it,
Terrified, unworthy;
Even to speak its name
Feels like a boast
Of which I must be ashamed.

But this thing -
Desire, impulse, need,
Burning, unquashable ambition,
Or simply inner knowing
Of what it is
I am meant to do -
Has kept pace with me
All the same.
I have tried to quench it
But the fires won't be tamed.

Now I feel it in every breath,
In every cell of my being;
The importance of still present fears
Diminishes each day.
And suddenly the permission
I so readily give to others
Makes sense! I understand its aim:
It's the permission I need
For myself
To break all the rules.

Thoughts of ageing on being greeted by a bus driver

There was a time, not so long ago,

When wherever it was that I went,

Whether I dressed super glam, very smart,

Or with a more casual bent,

That I'd be addressed as Mademoiselle, Miss,

Señorita or similar name,

Yet now it is Ms, Señora or Madame,

And it doesn't feel quite the same!

When did it change, why did I not notice?

What happened to spring missy me?

I can't help but wonder what might happen next -

What might the following clue be?

A mortgage, a marriage, kids and a dog,

Listening to radio four;

Feeling the aches in my body post-dance

That never were there before?

Watching grey hairs start to sprout on my head

Needing glasses to read a page?

I now understand why I was told to be grateful

That I never looked my age!

What If

What if the rain stops and ne'er comes again?
How will the water fall?
What if the butterfly's wings start to beat,
Bringing the end of us all?
What if the lion rips open my guts,
Showing the world what's inside?
What if the snake's curiosity ends?
Would anyone know it had died?
What if I always kept my eyes on the ground
Ne'er flying with birds above?
What if I stayed in a shell all my life
And never had courage to love?
What if I never once said what I thought,
Took a risk that you would not leave?
What if I ne'er let myself care enough
To feel the loss, to grieve?
What if I never took a risk that might fail
To keep me from getting it wrong?
What if I ne'er loved, sobbed or danced till I dropped?
Would you want to hear my song?

EGOS

Entertaining

Gorgeous

Ordinary

Sweet

Adorable

Rare

Energetic

Natural

Outgoing

Tenacious

Beautiful

Angelic

Delightful

Thoughtful

Heartful

Effervescent

Yearning

Sensible

Innocent

Magical

Playful

Laughing

Youthful

Necessary

Efficient

Effectual

Darling

Lovable

Obliging

Vulnerable

Exceptional

The Man Who Didn't Know How To Hug

Game shows, soaps, celebrity big jungle factor houses:

Ways to avoid an evening of talking with our spouses.

All because one man could not stand to feel

The unbearable agony of love.

Buildings fall and turn to dust while inside people die;

Parents weep for babies lost as bombs and bullets fly.

All because one man could not stand to feel

The unbearable exquisiteness of love.

Children who are forced to fight with sticks, tin hats and stones,

Grow up as freedom fighters who have fury in their bones.

All because one man could not stand to feel

The unknown ecstasy of love.

Road rage, fox hunts, scandals, rows, betrayals and excuses;

Global warming, poaching, lies and human rights abuses.

All because one man was never taught to feel

The warm embrace of love.

The Remote Flow Of Change

One I is climbing a mountain

On sheer and rocky paths.

Another sees only gentle meadows ahead,

Rests in soft grass

Smelling earth and watching dragonflies.

A remote flicks from one to the other,

Held by someone wiser than me.

I stroke the silk and velvet nose

Of a content cat,

Steeping us both in trust

And I am in awe of this world

And my changing places in it.

Thoughts Of Unknown Things

There is something I can't quite see.
Tingling mind's
Awakened to possibility.

Grains in the corner of an eye
Are a clue
But they slip like dry sand down the lines

Of a hand and there is no time
To dive in
To not knowing: I grasp as I climb,

I see the one two three, jump in
To the beat;
It is ours to end or to begin.

These thoughts of unknown things are travelling;
Age old beliefs are now unravelling.

The Yes No Yes

All the resistance I can muster
Drags me through hot tar.
Suddenly pen on page
Is not just last on the list,
Not just for pleasure as and when,
But a dreaded
COMMITMENT!

My hand writes who knows what:
My brain has gone on holiday,
Destination anywhere but where
I said I will go.
Terror of expectations
From dead weight compliments
That say I must also
Be great tomorrow.
Terror of failure
Brings plans B, C and D
With a bucket of
Reasonable excuses.

This terror is mostly of success:
For who knows who
This decision
Will lead me to be?

Bone Magic

Solid dust of yesterday's stars

Grown in an old and bubbling womb.

Life breathed into ashes

In midnight woodland

With songs, words unknown,

Flourishes of death's rattles,

The hiss of air through teeth

And howls of moonlit wolves.

I burst from myself fully grown -

Aphrodite in the waves,

Athena from the head of Zeus -

To meet you with a drop of blood,

An old scar and sword in hand:

I have never been so ready.