I Spoke To Mondrian This Evening

I spoke to Modrian this evening
He'd just bought some Lego bricks
He really was excited
He'd found how business ticks
These paintings i've been doing
He said with a big smile
Are really not high art at all
But simply nice designs
I'm going to sue Lego
They've stolen my ideas
Then i'll set up my own business
Selling bricks and maybe wheels
I really am excited
I've ditched Theosophy
My art will live forever
And have real utility
I was so disappointed
That Mondrian had seen
Financial gain within his art work
Then i awoke as from a dream.

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This First Full Day Of Spring

Today is the first day of Spring in the southern hemisphere.....

With spring the seasons start anew
The cycle starts again
As each fresh shoot begins to show
And pollen flowers send
The stirrings of this fecund time
The sun higher in the sky
A time of new awakenings
Set free from winter’s sigh
And so each spring time happening
With the promise that it brings
Reminds us all of life itself
And we give thanks for many things
The heady days of summer
Ripe autumn’s harvesting
For all that will be comes to us
This first full day of spring.

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An Unresolved New Year

At the hour of twelve on New Years Eve
When the old year turns into the new
Thoughts turn to what the future holds
And what goals we should pursue.

At the hour of nine on New Years Day
Or some time thereabouts
We wake with great reluctance and
Those resolutions start to doubt.

At the hour of ten on New Years Day
When we start to feel our age
By then we've written lists of things
That will benefit through change.

At the hour of twelve on New Years Day
When things start getting clear
We find we've hid that list away
To return to in one year.

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I Wish I Had Some Sorcery

I wish I had some sorcery
That would en-lighten you and me
I wish I had a special spell
That would make us smile and make us tell
Stories that would make us smile
Not fine and fancy just one’s that I’ll
Revisit when I think of you
Not much to ask but hard to do
But life’s not like that so it seems
We live our lives inventing dreams
We talk within ourselves too much
And lose the thrill of closeness’ touch
We weave a wall out of our thoughts
Without the doors that open or
We gain distraction from our past
And fear to let the present last.

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Science is Boring

There's something bothers all of us
And that is this thing called calculus
At school we wonder why on earth
This subject might have any worth
Yet when we use our mobile telephones
Or watch TV or at home
Each thing we do is largely governed by
A mathematics that's the reason why
We may live here upon this earth
Yet touch the sky.

For science is boring
And well worth ignoring
It has no use! It has no use!
Of that we know!

So when you're exploring
The net or just something
Just realise that science
Is but just a word for everything

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Our Remembered Parts Of Time

Will you spend some time with me, my child?
Will you spend some time with me?
Will you think about me when I’m gone?
And what will be your memory?
Will the day when your first words you spoke
Be as clear for you as me?
Will the time your magic castle broke
Bring a smile for you as me?
Will the joy we felt at Christmas time
Counting needles on the tree
Bring a gladness glow within your heart
That’s as warm for you as me?
When I am gone these memories
Will be yours – no longer mine
That’s the gift that’s left by all of us
Our remembered parts of time.

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The Story Of A Poem

T'other day i wrote a poem
Weren't that much i guess
Had to do so much rhyming
And it all turned out a mess
Then i got meself to thinkin'
What was i trying to do
Was i tryin' to write a poem
Or flushing ma thoughts down the loo?
Y'see i started off this poem
Thinkin' i'd be honest, see
Then this awful bloody rhyming
Sort of got control of me
I wanted to say 'angry'
But 'concerned' just rhymed much better
Then i wanted to say 'email'
But ended up just saying 'letter'
This poetry's confusing
So will someome say to me
Whether i be writing poems
Or just tellin' you 'bout me.

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Those Born Of My Seed

With tears i write this haltingly
i cannot see i cannot breathe
while those that are born of my seed
are far from me.

I want to touch i want to see
the hands the hair the honesties
that unlike flickered memories last
moths in a flame and floating past
are hosts and hosts of glorious gold
the tales the sights the thoughts untold
the did you did i stories when
you hold onto the moments then
you smile and laugh and closely say
i am happy that you are that way.

With grief i write this haltingly
i cannot cry i cannot feel
while those that are born of my seed
are not with me.

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Christmas Blues

Well, I woke up this morning
And i set off to the shops
But, Lord, though it's just November
They've put out all their Christmas stock.

I got the Christmas blues
A'heavy on my mind
I get the Christmas blues
Most every Christmas-time.

And as i walked along the aisles
What d'ya think i heard?
Lots of carols and 'White Christmas'
And i was lost for words.

I got the Christmas blues
Right now it's Christmas-time
Lord, it's all got so commercial
Pass me another wine.

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Divorce and Separation

It's a hard time separation
The time before divorce
It's hard on either party
Even harder when the cause
Is something there within you
That ate you from the start
You end up with accountants
When first you gave your heart.

A whole parcel of our lives is there
Long lost inside the mail
The feelings that we once had
When we thought we could not fail
To grow old and grey together
And be dreaming of the past.
Now these fondness dreams are over
And the time for sentiment has passed

I could not be the man you loved
Nor did you want to be

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