Thursday, 27 April 2017

Mostly Thursday



I’ve dragged my way
Through work this week
Pulled out all the stops
Scraped my target barrel
Sucked up all the slops
But Hey! Tomorrows Friday
Gala evening glad rag day
Off up-town in a pulling gown
Friday night Weekend away


Shudder Judder Nights


As I enter dreamers doorway
Tired out and drained beyond
Confusing my subconscious
Like maybe drowning in a pond
My rescue systems cry alarm
Stimulating nerves and muscles
Sending system drenching chemicals
Through my networking corpuscles
At pace akin to slapping face
I surface sleep like chain reaction
With “what on earth is going on”
Rapid thumps of heart contraction
It may be caffeine taken late at night
Or mounting pressures on at work
Which drive me to that startling state
A bedtime dancing Hypnic Jerk

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Wednesday, 26 April 2017

Chocolate Mindset


I’m excited nay ecstatic
On the latest chocolate news
That sensual slab of mouth delight
Will dissipate my love lorn blues
By lighting up my neurons
Explodes my brain capacity
My constructive and my cognitive
Improves my love voracity
A tablet taken twice each day
Is good measure for my pleasure
Much more spark is gained from dark
Intensely beneficial treasure
So there you go and now you know
Your guilty secret does you good
That chocolatier that you revere
Is advantageous to your hood

Diamond Days


He saw his life inside a cube
Between the lines refrained
Although the lines extended
He felt comfortably contained

He walked about unhindered
Reading maps kept in his head
So many ways to trace his steps
Where all to often he would tread

He fretted how the changes came
In patterns dancing in the night
Crudely sketching storyboards
On silver screens of tired light

He read the letters sent to him
To all and sundry he replied
Sending comfort to the anxious
Who suspected he had died

He revelled in the silent beat
Connecting curls in tuneful air
Felt the gentleness of atmosphere
Each tranquil pulse of solitaire

Tuesday, 25 April 2017

Town Cryer

You can watch it coming but never see it go

A village clock free standing
Where people meet or wait
Challenging slow motion moves
At solitary moment rate

Slanted glancing at the clock face
A far too treasured minute stare
Those costly spears drift quietly by
Steal motive forces haunting there

Smiles arrive on time or late
Isolation stands in sorrow
Time glides on its silent wings
Another game of space tomorrow

Monday, 24 April 2017

Late Britain

Fool Britainia

Once again the politics flame
Blurry spears suggesting hope
Hardly radiating heat
Thin veneer of smoky scope

So many feeling mislead duped
A puppet nation on a string
Mutinous and cast adrift
On jam tomorrow’s future spring

A once proud kingdom’s broken heart
See heavy weather beckoning
Rudderless approaching storms
Toward a rocky beach head reckoning

No charismatic lighting beacons
Stirring speeches that inspire
A bunch of hopeful speculations
Cannot invigorate desire

A nightmare gallop to oblivion
Whilst feeble platitudes proclaim
Looking back in years from now
Before ‘Late Britain’ staggered lame

Sunday, 23 April 2017

The Grill


The airflow like a two way street
Hit the bars where tunes where played
A stale array of fresh exchange
Amid a burst of brilliance flayed

Careless messages they left behind
Remind the sceptical and guarded
Of what we heard from what they said
Played out stories long discarded

Alleyways of manufactured shapes
Where the foolish volunteered
With prospects of escape in mind
Dead-end doorways commandeered

The roads now dressed in uniforms
Build barricades with hard-pressed eyes
Looking out for lame excuses made
Concealed in thinly veiled disguise

Based on 'Desolation Row' by Bob Dylan

Saturday, 22 April 2017

Steaming


Relaxing in a British Pub
Not any old one will do
Picture-perfect quaintness
Slowly sup a perfect brew
People-person peopled
By a super serving crew
I do declare a pleasant fare
If it’s all the same to you
The Head of Steam in King Street
Hull’s City culture Rendezvous
To be among the old and young
Where easy atmospheres imbue

Friday, 21 April 2017

This Way To Friday



Time to wet your whistle
Another week has bit the dust
Last ditch work hours passing by
As Friday feelings you adjust

Step out on the weekend slope
Among the vibes of Friday tribes
Swap the yolk for a casual cloak
Where the laidback guys subscribe

Get the upturn tone in a shindig zone
Strutting easy streets of beams
Where jaunty is your world tonight
Friday evening’s land of dreams

Who Knows

You need to choose
Which side are you on?

As this nation slowly slinks away
Living on leftovers
Treading trails of cattle faeces
No longer sailors or wild rovers


Tuesday, 18 April 2017

Inspiration

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Easy flowing brush caress
Portray a flawless covered shell
A perfect touch of not too much
Suggesting tints of light gazelle

Movement whispers in the air
Where touch turned into glaze
As though a wispy dancing veil
Left brushstrokes in the haze

Tiwesdæg


I’ll call today my take on day
Prepared to get the week in gear
Gusto shoves take off the gloves
I’m of the mind to persevere

Today is feeling spanking new
A grandstand view good news day
I’ll go to war with any chore
Even though it’s only Tuesday


Sunday, 16 April 2017

Here's To New With The Robinsons


Janine and Jo the Robinsons
Renewing taint with paint
Brushing up your dowdy hall
Paper patternation quaint

When a room is looking lonely
Lacking cheerful words of love
It’s time to call the Robinsons
To neatly give the gloom a shove

Ingenious skill and aptitude
To whisk away your DIY
Put the cream back in your scheme
Returning pleasure to your eye

Janine & jo robinson

@Janine331607041


Springtide Override


Egg bound equinoctial
Feeling pliable and supple
Frisky active frolicsome
On the look out for a couple

Sunday best we’re on parade
Easter bonnet sweet
A carnival of egg displays
A timely springtime treat

On a promise of expectancy
With additions on their minds
Hunting for collections
To seek a tie that binds

Saturday, 15 April 2017

Badly Sad



Hiding in a lonely corner
Shrinking quietly alone
Dancing with the shadows
Singing sad songs monotone

Passing laughter in the hallway
A necklace bead of perspiration
Knees knocking with anxieties
Too many sounds of trepidation

Body rubbing in a rowdy crowd
Feeling naked with my cringe
Hot and stifled with discomfort
Seeking exits on the fringe