At the hallowed turf of Epsom downs
is run the race or world renown
a mile and a half covered at a pace
by thoroughbred horses, readied to race
the ultimate challenge for classy equine
ridden by jockeys in silks so fine
horses valued at millions of dollars
hoarse voiced punters on course to hollar
bets laid from pound to a kings ransom
a circuit around a racecourse so handsome
down at the start, the waiting ceases
as in the stalls the intensity increases
waiting for those gates to open
here's to luck, here's to hoping
that all the days of preparation
end minutes later in celebration
the jockeys with race plan in mind
hoping the going will be hard but kind
desperate for that special start
to gain a length, to calm the heart...
they're off! and running, jostling for places
that settle them to the ideal of races
watching opponents for tactics employed
hopes begin to be raised or destroyed
with furlongs to go, the battle enhances
maybe two or three still fancy their chances
and so with strides, a whip or two
your fancy, fancies, a path, a way through
sinews a bulging, profound perspiration
a final charge, a moments inspiration
so in the final hundred yards
time to play the winning card
that extra stride, that passionate ride
past the post, so close head-to head
they wins by a nose, the news that you dread
who ever remembers second place
in the worlds greatest flat race...
A YOUNG WOMAN'S BREAST...
from distant memory
to pliant fresh mammaries
one can only treasure the pleasure
to be found heaven blessed
a vision of a young woman's breast...
with silken skin, heart beating within
smooth yet supple
a wondrous matching couple
from petite pertness to a handful of delight
and taught curves, skin pliant but tight
so receptive, so luxurious, so beautiful in shape
from the deep undercurve to the ribcage a heaving
budding expression, nipples a teasing
naturally bouncing, flighty and flouncing
free to express, the joys of the breast
idyllic shapes of purity, knapes of fascination
shaped eagerly by tender manipulation
taken in hand, squeezed to please
leant forward, proffered to tease
oh I wish, to have and to hold
such prominent points so exquisitely bold
fragrantly pure, creaminess in extreme
my wish, my delight, my persistant lifelong dreams...
A summer day by the river
nature beckoning, come hither!
on the bankside, through rushes and reed
as the water trickles
trout wait to be tickled
and birds sing glorious epiphonies...
I lay, in peace, a piece, to read
silence then broken, only by
the hum of a passing dragonfly...
a fleeting flit
as it does skit
over the waters edge...
with wings so fine
and movement sublime
it lands upon a sedge...
and sits, tail curled
wings resplendent, unfurled
waiting for the next dance...
a partner to arouse
a waltz to carouse
in flight, together they prance...
a duet in flight
full of elegance and delight
entrancing, enhancing, my day...
I watch in awe
at this display of amour
til they dance, askance, away...
ON THE FARM...
In the man-made countryside
of field and fallow
live the creatures
we all should hallow...
be it spring lamb and sheep
on the hillsides so steep
or calf and cow in the mead...
the pigs in their sty
splashing mud in your eye
as they nestle around to feed...
all creatures of beauty
unwittingly fulfilling their duty
of providing food for man...
but whilst they are living
be sure to be giving
the best life for them we can...
If yeast be the bounty of life
that we then attack with sharp bread knife
to make a sandwich or some toast
covered with butter, as we like most
does that not then show how
our lifeforce is actually the milk of a cow?
or do we rely on farmed produce
more than what's grown from seed to tooth
is it natural to be with nature
or is nature too far our nurture
is there anything we eat
that cannot ever hurt ya?
Flesh, bared and ready
tinged with expectancy
through hundreds of dreams
the needle now gleams
to etch forever
something simple or clever
as a mark of love
or of visions above
a fantasy celebration
or simple appellation
into your skin.....
to tantalise or tease, pander or please
you're body now a canvas, taught and tense
a momentary pause, held in suspense
as the needle nears, all fears must now leave
a short jab of pain, now you can breath
outline framing your art of choice
sweat beads abrow, eyes a little moist
as you give blood for your desire
saying to yourself, 'please don't expire'...
artists ache for their art
your skin throbs at the part
that is the point of attention
the creative invention
a design for life, a statement of being
tho' you look away, can't watch what you're seeing
and in many a case, that will always be true
as the finished opus is hidden from view
under clothes, under pretence of a point
or in a place you can't see
without a mirror and double joints!
A cool cucumber has many a use...
and afor ye be thinking sauce, I dinnae mean self-abuse!
from simple slices or cubed dices
in fresh plucked salad a toss
with spring leaves, watercress hewn
to apples, walnuts or a little cos...
to flavouring pimms, or cordial whims
to embellishing a wild salmon true
lightly oiled or deep embroiled
as sticks to plunge in dips anew...
with lemon-juice and mayonnaise
a refreshing, tangy hit
or subtly tobasco'd, eaten alfresco
coolness and heat with wit ...
then to cool you down soon
a chilled cucumber soup
invigoration a la spoon
definitely not some gloop...
and if they've passed
or grown too far
pickle them up
and place in a jar!
But if there's one still long and hard
then is the time to play the pleasure card!
Have you the magic eye?
can you leap tall buildings or fly?
do you soar with the birds
or do things much more absurd
succeed in everything you try...
can you lift that jumbo jet
capture villains in self-spun nets
walk on the ceiling
cure all ills by feeling
rid the third world of its debt?
can you see through walls
make yourself micro small
become totally invisible
round up the risible
or with lasers make mountains fall?
do you destroy evil
bring calm to upheaval
fight monsters from outerspace
wear silly masks upon your face
or pants outside your overalls?
can you save the future, repair the past
run across deserts so very fast
dive the depths of the deepest oceans
then be back in time for sweet devotion
to the girl you always get at the last!
A dull throb...
arrives unannouced in your mouth
from top of jaw, heading south
gum inflamed, that cold drink blamed
tablets taken, face slapped and shaken
but still it throbs...
you bite on a towel infused with brandy
another bottle would be handy
but now the pain is excruciating
shows no sign of ever abateing
can't sleep, can't work, can't think...
feeling sick, you head for the sink
splashing cold water
when what you oughta
be doing is going to the dentist
but there's none left with an NHS list!
A SINGLE MOMENT.....BUT WHICH TO CHOOSE?
Memories are filled with good and bad
those moments of joy, feelings so sad
but to pick a moment when time stood still
is going to take quite some skill...
should I choose, that first ever kiss
first feelings of love, or sexual bliss
or maybe a place, a view to behold
a moment in time, astory retold
a present received, a celebration
or a story that captured the nation
moon landings, wars, a death of a hero
devastation, 9/11, down to ground zero
a sporting moment, live or onscreen
my introduction to the Test Match scene
winning cup finals, winning the league
moments of visual or literary intrigue
the first time you heard a particular tune
the birth of my daughter on the strike of noon
the death of my mother, whilst holding her hand
even sad memories cannot be banned
and so many others, I can't pick at this time
so perhaps I'll pick a few, and put each one to rhyme..... ?
ROWING THE MOUNTAIN TARN... (for kim and craig)
A glacial tear in the Highland wilds
created when nature was but a child
to leave a lake hidden from view
which silence surrounds, and few men knew
resplendently encased by fir and heather
attracting extremes of northerly weather
from biting winds to pure driven snow
tempestual storms to this warm summer glow
and amongst the wildlife filling the air with sound
is a small blue row-boat, shallying around...
and in it seated, two lovers at peace
with time to extol each ones virtues with ease
sharing the rowing, with knowing looks and laughter
enchanted by the moment, charting what will come after
with gentle strokes, and rowlocks greased
heading towards the evenings peace
no care in the world, apart from each other
it's the love in their eyes, more uncharted waters to discover
and the ripples and wake, wash back the tides of time
from earliest memories, they knew their lives would entwine
soul mates, sole moments, so manifestly right
each wave goodbye, now each ridden wave a delight
and as the row-boat gently approaches the shore
they know that days of bliss, like this, will be many more.....
A lonely mogwai in an antique shop
hums sweet tunes for all who stop
taken into care by a young boy
who names him gizmo for bringing such joy
the old man warns, don't feed after midnight
and never, ever, expose to bright light
and be sure not to forget
you must never get them wet...
so gizmo sings his songs so curious
until an accident makes him furious
water spills upon his fur
gizmo shakes and yells in pain
starts sprouting offspring again and again
but these creatures are not cute
they're naughty and nasty and evil to boot!
and from this cackling, mischievous devilment
stands a leader who leaves gizmo in imperilment
stripe and his wicked army
proceed to send everyone barmy
causing chaos wherever they go
mayhem, death, and carnage ensue
until stripe is trapped in full view
of streaming sunlight, he melts into goo
the gremlins are now gone, gizmo is happily humming
until gremlins 2, a new batch - the second coming!