NICO
Flaxen Hair
Sensuous stare
Marble eyes
Parisian sighs
Pouting lips
Model hips
Warhol’s baby
Velvet’s lady
Sultry tones
Morbid moans
Morrissey snaps
Nico adapts
Celluloid movie
Underground’s groovy
The End
Between a Laugh and a Tear 1996, The International Society of Poets
The Journey
Copper heart
Poison dart
Straight to the point
With love to the joint
A blanket of broken kisses
An eternity of near misses
Entering the corpuscle red
All the white have been shed
I feel faint and sick
My will for now has been licked
The room now appears cloudy and blurred
But some how I feel unperturbed
Close my eyes and count to ten
The sheep are unicorns searching for Zen
Drifting further into the deepest sleep
I here sounds of people starting to weep
do not despair my dearest friends
I travel light and make amends
With heavenly creatures from pastures new
Don’t forget me my darlings, I will always love you
Awaken to a dream, International Library of Poetry 1997
WANTING
Eyes are wet
Tears are stinging
Mascara is running
The colour of jet
My heart is aching
My soul is yearning
My body is wanting
Every morning when waking
The lump in my throat
When I cry is heartbreaking
Hysterical sobbing, streaming
It makes me want to choke
My sweet boy
My love for you is real
Sincere, true, for always
You are indeed a joy
Beautiful person of presence so great
I need you, need to hold you
In my arms, to press you against my breast
But I suppose I’ll have to wait
Eyes are drying
Tears are staining
Mascara is caked
I am dying..........(inside).
ELEMENTAL CHILD(DOST THOU KNOW HOW I FEEL)
A romantic tale set in a wooded land
Elemental child dost thou know how I feel
Stars searching endlessly for lost time
The prince of peace doth shine his light upon thy face
You see only ponds of desire wanting, waiting, erupting
Thou hast seen many a dandy in despair with thee
Take time delicate child your time will come
Jewelled waters, diamond kisses caress thy heart
Purple peasants doth wander yon valley
Take thy hand go hither cross the woodland hythe
Bogurts and urchins doth frequent thy trees of hope
Beware the lost souls of salamander in the underworld for they are the forebearers
Thou ist surely the most beautiful of all
Yellow corkscrewed hair, eyes as blue as the sea is green, lips of silken satin, a button nose so sweet
Cheeks as pink as the rose of life
The face of an angel, bejewelled so fine
Tell me thy wondrous, hallowed creature, dost thou feel like a star
A star, star, i know not the meaning of this utterance
Thou feels alive, enhanced, at one with the earth, with nature
Happy to run, jump, laugh with the bogurts, urchins and lurgans
To drink from the waters of rahman, to eat from the table of peoplekind............................................................................
Elemental child dost thou know how I feel...........................
I THINK NOT
KEITH MOON IN HIS LIVING ROOM
The Mad Moon In His Element
Moonie mad and free sits in the living room of time
Naked except for a wry smile and a twist of lemon
The ocelot rug in front of the raging fire , tones of red
The vibrant pink curtains gathered at the waist with bloodied rope
The pea green suite , the multi coloured carpet coordination breakdown
Pictures of lily hang on the virgin walls
Happy jack smiles foolishly at the pinball wizard toothless and wide
Tommy can now see for miles , thank god for microchip technology and x ray vision
Thank god for scotch , vodka , and gin and tonics
For uppers , downers , trippers and strippers
See me , feel me , take my hand
Im a boy , Im a boy do me a favour Im a toy
Cheryl buxom and blonde sways into the room
Bends over and kisses his cheek
Her ample cleavage meets moonies letchurous lear
He pats her arse , pinches her tits and growls crudely
My generation never did understand my erstwhile desires for the female form , the female thorn
I cant explain my actions , hell , wouldnt want to
I look down on what seems to be a revolution of sound
The kids are alright they always have been
That Graham goonie woonie knows a thing or two
About his art , about his part in moo zik
Townsend copyist , Graham copyist , guitarist down your doorstep
Looks right through you , not at you
Gormless gurnie , but underneath the facade a beautiful swan
A SPECTacular creature,eyes of a cow , a jersey guernsey
Substitute beauty for plainess , a fair swap tee hee , a good wheeze
Da de da da de da , la la la le le le
Toodle ooh , toodle ooh , toodle tit
A short interlude of the simplest kind
Before the magic bus takes me anyway , anyhow , anywhere I want
This is my wonderful mad , bad , world
My quadrophenia,my heaven,my den of iniquity
MY SHIT
LIKE TWO SWALLOWS
Ditto
Hill and mountain we doth climb
Swallows swooping smile and wave
Over our heads blankets of velvet blue
We kissed the sky and hugged the clouds
In its coyness its cheeks turned red
The heat and warmth caressing our necks
Rock and stone , granite and ore
Dust and stone , soil , swallows once more
They hover above our heads
Peaceful creatures , pure and loving
Cooing to each other , a loving song
A refrain of the most poetic verse
They nestle and cuddle for the night
Hill and mountain in desolate darkness
Shadows shimmer cascading images
Of gouls , ghosts and beasties
We find a sheltered holding
Snuggle up and be warm
Hold tightly as the wind doth blow his icy top
Arms draped around thee , so comforting and safe
Dream of heavens above and beyond
Tomorrow and yesterday , next year and now
Rejuvinate , rekindle , rested and rebirthed
The world at an angle , a solitary earth.
SCOTT BY ANY OTHER NAME
Like Baileys Irish Cream
Black Sheep Boy disguised behind shades
Combs back his none existent smile
Arms outstretched, thumbs in cord jean pockets
Angelic angel faced with torturous turgid memories
Fringe cascading softly on a forehead of frowns
Belting out thunderous, orchestral works of art
Vocalist supreme, silk and satin, smooth as velvet
Joanna, Mathilda and Jackie too
The girls from the streets how they love you
Shy, reclusive, perfectionism so quaint in vogue
Plastic Palace People hang out in awe
Jacque Brel knew you in Amsterdam when Joanna Loved Me
You talked about My Death as if the occurrence was imminent
Next time round you would be a mound of earth
Feeding off the land, soil, moisture, living
A truely breathtaking account of natures abundant wealth
But your time is now, Montague Terrace is beckoning, Jacque wants a tenant
You are Next in line, The Sun Aint Gonna Shine Any More, my dear
But who needs light with your heavenly glow
Walker, Engel or brother alone
The stage is set, Scott 1st is born
FOR ANGELICA.
JIMMY, JIMMY
In My Eyes The Best Of The Bunch
Jimmy White is his name
Snooker is his beloved game
Each shot is played with skill and grace
And usually at a fantastic pace
First frames over and its in the bag
Now its back to his seat for a drink and a fag
Jimmy’s up first he’s raring to go
Takes the break and gets on with the show
Aims his cue and pots the red
Now he can clear up and put the rest to bed
Oh but wait, the cue ball has finished short
How will he get that black in, is everybody’s thought
Jimmy stands and studies the shot
Should he stun it in, chip it or what
The crowd goes silent, he pots it in
The applause is deafening, Jimmy gives a grin
He picks up his cue and waves to the crowd
They love him to bits and shout so loud
Your the greatest Jimmy, one fan drowns
That’s why he’s known as The Whirlwind From London Town.
SANDIE
I liken you to a bird in flight
Fresh and free, heavenly and white
A woman of substance, a woman of song
And in my eyes can do no wrong
Your voice as crisp as virgin snow
Your face a jewelled worldly glow
Your hair as black as a precious stone
Your beauty and wisdom upon you doth roam
Your presence and charm from you exude
Your talent and flare create a sensuous mood
Wonderful woman passionate and witty
Always ready to compose a clever little ditty
"Girl don’t come", "Long live love", and more
Are just some of her triumphs I do implore
A girl of the sixties, stardom in tow
Never changed our Sandie one bit I know
You meet The Smiths and perform with them
"Hand in glove" is the song I remember when
You appeared on "Top of the pops" and writhed around the floor
You were having the time of your life, disgracefully that’s for sure
Sandie my darling the world has listened
Your aura infinite doth glisten and glisten
The perfect child the mother of Grace
A singer of excellence, the legendary face.
LIFES A GAS
Meek and mild
Young and wild
Loving and free
Baby and me
Tree and sky
Who am I
Earth and fire
Sea of desire
River and brook
Soil and muck
Birds that sing
Swallow on the wing
Children at play
Gods happy day
Time will pass
Life’s a gas
Flicker To Freedom
Wounded heart on a hill
Awaiting the tortures of the bitterest pill
Down it in one and close your eyes
Wait for the ultimate decaying surprise
To attack your bodies inner sanctum
And feed on the disturbing planctum
Lie down and gaze up at the cloudy skies
Rushing in haste opposed to my lonely good-byes
The grass feels spongy and feathery light
My body amock with wonder and flight
I float around the hill like a swallow
Not giving a shit about that pessimistic tomorrow
I descend to my bed of comfort and joy
Moping my swet ,ridden brow...oh boy
My will is now my destiny is set
What lies ahead can only be better...you bet
I feel sleepy, drained and at tremendous peace
As I flicker to freedom...happy...I cease.
NIGHT OF RECKONING
The Best Part Of Breaking Up(Is When Your Making Up)
Darkness rears its ugly head
After the stinging truths we said
I lie awake confused and cold
After your revelations so cool and bold
Am I a pawn, am I a tool
Or worse than that, am I a fool
The latter I think is a tad too strong
But then again I could be wrong
The whirling thoughts remain all night
Attacking my sub conscious to the point of shite
I toss and turn with the hint of a scream
At the sheer turmoil of this agonising dream
I let out a yelp and your arms are there
Holding me closely you stroke my hair
You make a spoon and I slot inside
Your body a haven, so warm I cried
I close my eyes and see your face
I’m projected to inter planetary space
You speak my name, you smile so fine
I’m transported to a world of multi coloured wine
My mind is calm, I’ve settled a few things
The morning will probably cast a thousand new strings
What is important is here and now
So get on with it you daft, silly cow.
CAL(A LEGEND)
Body of milk
Hair of silk
Eyes of wonder
Life of thunder
Lips of satin
Nose of Latin
Cheeks of pulpness
Lashes of bulkness
Person of splendour
Perchance I lender
Love me tender
What ever gender
Loves young dream
Image of James Dean
East of Eden
Youth of freedom
Giant of cult following
Icon of fan wallowing
Rebel without a cause
An idol with no flaws.
