Beauty at a price.

Sultry eyes that would entice you
The streams of red hair a siren sounding
The curving form unspoilt by man
Endorsing all that fears and excites you

All natures spoils and aye, her finest china,
Etched upon the artists canvas she will shine
For hers are riches only mortals dream of
Such beauty has more power than any King

Gaze upon her only while you pass,
Set not your stall to court such maiden fair
In such company you have no standing
In such company it's yours to only stare

Beauty has a price the cost is high
As judged in looks not life her destiny
And coveted by noblemen, trophy hunters all
A curse upon her soul her cross to bear,

Seek not your fortune here please look elsewhere
For fated to a life inside the hidden cage
Beauty will devour the unsuspecting
And spit you out with all your contents bare.




 

Yearn For Summer.

Lay me down in summer's hand
Lest e'er I should forget
Those fragrant meadows of my youth
Such memories beset.

In children's laughter hear my name
Such games we all did play
In sun kissed fields of flowing corn
Where I would yearn to stay

We'd climb upon the Summer's back
And ride with all our might
Our day's were filled with stories new
That filled our dreams at night.

Take me once more, just one more time,
To lands where time stood still
Where summer starts and never ends
And let me have my fill.

"Caravan Blues''...

What makes you leave a nice warm house with all your hearts desire,
Running water double glazing, feet up by the fire.

To tramp along a Motorway with all your goods in tow,
And hold the traffic in a jam you drive so bleedin' slow.

The caravan just makes no sense to you and I alone.
To sit inside a plastic box instead of comfy home.

You wobble down the Motorway and give us all a fright'
When Easter comes you're everywhere but rarely seen at night,

You form a line from Brum to Kent and never look behind,
If you pulled over now and then, none of us would mind..

You have a set of mirrors that are wider than a truck,
They're just a piece of useless junk you couldn't give a f#ck

They make you stand out from the crowd you think you are so cool,
The rest of us just sighing at another camping fool,

You end up in a farmers field with just one tap to share
Between a hundred other vans and still you've not a care,

The toilet is a hut of tin, a hole dug in the grass,
You need a torch to hit the spot as nettles sting your ass.

You carry water 60 yards, at home you have a tap,
Fill drums around your shiny van with kitchen waste or crap,

And when you want to go to bed with blankets you must tussle,
You have to build it all from scratch, another jigsaw puzzle.

Then you settle down to sleep you're feeling rather frisky,
But half the camp can hear the noise and on a slope it's risky.

You muffle every scream and whine and all the time remember,
This may be all the sex you get this side of next December,

So thoughts move on to leaving... it will take a week to pack,
Just as you're unloaded then it's time to load it back.

You hitch up to your faithful car and it let's out a groan
It knows you'll hold up everyone as you are heading home,

You wobble on the motorway just sit in middle lane,
While playing eye-spy with the kids you've never won a game,

The drivers all behind you are all stuck in second gear,
But sure as God made acorns... you'll be back again next year.

Xmas blues..?

The tinsels looking worse for wear
The fridge is back to being bare

The Christmas tree is on a lean
Scattered needles need a clean

The house is like a battle zone
For everyone has been at home

There's paper here there's paper there
In every corner every chair,

The turkeys just an empty shell
The mistletoe has kissed, won't tell

The heating bill is twice the size
The Postman's stuffed with grans mince pies

So all this madness we endure
Must mean its Xmas time for sure

But now its past and we can rest
As Mum and Dad have done their best

We slowly sink into a chair,
Our eyes just fixed, an empty stare

And sit and wonder was it worth,
The drunken nights the extra girth?.

But when December's next around
A second wind we will have found

So here's to next years Christmas time,
Another chance to read this rhyme.

The New Year Comes..

Happy New Year

The table sits in darkened room
Its fare all spent its contents strewn
All use now ended, empty shell
A place where only thoughts now dwell
For this is last years empty table
Feasted on by all those able
Some who sat and joined the fest
Have left our mortal life to rest
Friends anew have stepped on board
As life continues rest assured
For in the light of room next door
The circle starts again once more
A brand new table full to flowing
What it holds not ours for knowing
Be sure this though safe from fear
To take your place for this New Year
Amongst the newly laid out feast
When hope and faith are all increased
Savour what this new year brings
As midnight bells chime 12 strong rings.