A New Beginning
Part Three
Lambrusco
drinking lambrusco Italian red
spicy, fruity and cheap
five dollars ninety nine cents a bottle
can't argue with that
tastes a bit crap
but does the job when you are skint
neck it back
all goes down the same hole
give us another glass
lovely
Come on England
off to france soon for the world cup
france 98
will england win it
hope springs eternal
they must do it one time
then again how many times have I said this in the past
times we've even been favourites
only to blow it at the end
germans never
win everything in site or get to final at least
england win balls all
this summer is the time
winners at last
come on england
full
ashtray is full of ash
river is full of fish
I am full of wine
staggering into the river
knocking over the ashtray
city till I die
three city players of old
marsh, bell and law
three greats
who have we now
relegated to division two
division three in the old days
bury and stockport above us
same league as macclesfield
players
who can call them that
listen to the news on the man city mailing list
here in australia best way
to catch the news
been bad all this season and ended terribly
winning at stoke
what we had to do
then listening as the other teams won
sending us down
bloody typical
city till I die
Nothingness
push the button
watch the night explode
seething passions on a disjointed night
imagine the triumph
it looks and shouts the news
hesitating and gesticulating
I knew the piece of an empire
conquered
rolled over
destroyed
people subjugate
pontificated over by a crying monkey
tears of sorrow elicit no response
feelings blunted
moved on by the torpid agents of doom
sat on your settee
visions of violence cascading down
TV sets working their insidious way
into the minds of the people
chaff before the machinery of the state
you are the state
each and everyone
laugh and cry in unison
please don't hit me
sorrow and anguish
joy and happiness
the world as it is
a morass of suffering
make things better
please God
no reply
man is left to his own ends
searching and destroying his own good will
fifty years from now
atoms of mine will be dispersed around the environment
leakages of me
filtering hither and thither
apologising to no one
simply being
now is eternity
hairbrush the top of life
no tommorrow or past
images in the mind
slience
free intelligence to operate
thow off the clocks of ignorance
you are nothing
nothingness
what joy
halleluyah
Smiling on the tram
jerking to a halt
clambering onboard the Melbourne tram
excuse me
thank you
standing face to face
with a stranger
smile
smiles all around
people are happy today
feels good
bump, bang
the tram crawls along
coughing out people
inhaling more
ever onwards
we all go on smiling
here's to another day
the paint splashed on
took some time to rub off
loved dipping in fingers
scrawling all over the board
colours and shapes
pipes and animals
all going down onto the floor
move those tiles
paint mad madmen coming through
sitting on a beanstalk
looking for a problem to solve
who knows the days of wine and roses
learning to cha, cha, cha
immobile and implacable
looking over my shoulder
at the grim reaper
Bermuda shorts and all
laughing and joking with the patrons
annual charge is ten past two
oh look, no hands
who is this flower child
Buddha and all that
silence and freedom
closing the days of moon sorrow
here's to another day
War is mans passion
ampage and flavouring
the scene of many happy days
tops and bottoms of the lake of fire
choosing a hollowed out branch
climbing in and falling asleep
chirp, chirp
gorillas crowed
roles reversed as the meter fell
showers of light in an atomic flash
suffused up the nostril
to spit on the solid mass
hovering at the foot of the cross
blessed be the meek
I exclaim and declaim over a period
comma and full stop thrown in
I knew the ghastly man
terrible sport and all that
not cricket you know
hedge my bets for another conflict
war is mans passion
murder and blame
go away
leave us in peace
hopeful and calm
oh my darling
Breaking Hundred
bit of work to do yet
not half way through
five weeks to finish
html and get up on the web
print out all my books of poetry
covering letter
ready to take to england
send to agents
booksellers
whoever
contract
whats that
want one now
in the hole
par five
what did you get
twelve
break hundred
not yet
never
you just watch me pal
book deal coming up
break hundred at gold
millions of things to do
all unreal
forget it all
die to the past
die to the past each second
new each moment
gone
Are we so bloody daft
see to it my child
showers of bright colours
note the density of opinion
loathing anyone who is different
speaks out
tries to sort out this shit
oh no, we want nowt to do with them
bloody lefty anarchists
lesbian homo ban the bomb nutters
how the media loves trotting out these pricks
we the people take it all in
are we so bloody daft
I think we are
cherry blossoms
cherry blossoms listen in the trees
humans gossiping below
what do they make of us all
I'd love to know
poms downunder
I am here
Melbourne
Australia
Oz
true blue dinky die
good sport
no worries mate
see ya later
cor blimey what a mess
poms downunder
Bloody Hot
it is bloody hot
a mars bar is melting in my hands
before my eyes
as I speak
I don't want to move
it is too bloody hot
how do people cope in hot climates
keeping cool must be the main occupation
climb next to the aircon
smile and close my eyes
as the cold wind cools my red hot body
bloody hell, turn it down a bit
its freezing
The Scorcher
today the sun belted down
raising the temperature sky high
filling my skin with prickles
uncomfortable to the touch
I sought the shade of a tree
glad to be out of sight
relaxing and hoping for a slight breeze
none came
only the sticky mugginess of a tropical day
my shorts cling to my body
hightlighting dick and balls beneath
aching dry throat
cried out for a cold bottle of beer
I would have sunk a dozen
not come up for air
misty eyes remember Manchester
all the cold and wet and drizel
smiled and opened their eyes
looking about at the clear day
hmm I wonder
Smiling Sammy
the catapult angled back
thwack it let lose
smash, the stone reached its mark
struck smiling sammy
between the eyes
he was none too pleased
Peace is all around
Peace looked down on me
I smiled up
hello there, can I help?
peace remained mute
benefaction and joy flowing from the visage
flooding over me like a tidal wave of love
magnificence and stupefaction
I flew on cloud nine
my joy knows no bounds
keep down my love
peace is all around
Ramblings anon
the massed ranks of buglers stooped to play
ear shattering wails erupting from their tinny voices
smashing glass provided an eerie backdrop
as dogs howled, cats sang
in unison with the dashing musketeers
seeing the man lying in the road
I shouted stop
no one heard me
cars thundered past
catapulting the man into eternity
seize the day I mocked to myself
what day
night descends all too fast
scampering and tampering with an oily rag
circumscription is the key word here
hoil toil, bubble and boil
jellied liver with a sprig of tyme
cantankerous old parson
spewing forth from his own bed
who are we that drivel on so
imagine the suprise of ancients
tip toeing through a meadow of red
glad wrapped keeping out the cold
wearisome bothers of turpid joy
silence
keep quiet
make not a sound
the master is on his way down
descending from atop his throne
of many splendoured colour
shining in our eyes
dazzling me, I cover my eyes
knees feel a bit chilly too
is this happening
the world is One
sir Galahad rides in to save the day
sore is all the noble knight
follow day and cover us in darkness
see how we fill out a send form
bon voyage
what is for tea??
Here I come
Over the half way mark
good stuff
cannot complain
well I could but it would do me no good
who are you fair maidan
you look lovely
drop your knickers and I'll see if I know you
yes I do
been there many a time
trod that furrow till the cows came home
just what I need
bend over
here I come
Truth
what is there to see
looking out the window on a bus
I see houses and cars
trees and flowers in neat, tidy gardens
some not so neat
left to run wild
nature exerting its grip over the site
freedom to grow
to sprout anywhere and anytime
restricted only by natures law
not mans
I pass a school empty and deserted
no children laughing and singing
freshly gleaming paint shines a welcome
come in out of the rain
I am sorely tempted
people walk slowly
I see them pushing their trollies
kiddies sucking on ice cream cones
faces smothered in white
oblivious to the mess
lost in a world of joy
no thoughts
living in the present totally
what benefaction
what a gift we have lost
with our minds contstantly chattering
commenting on, evaluating, judging
belittling our efforts
like a worm eating us from inside
regrets piling up
why didn't I do this and that
eternal what ifs
hammering away at us non stop
the past crushing the present
its greatest ally the future
thoughts of which burden us with worry
anxieties deadening our souls
or filling us with mirages of
how wonderful it could be
will be in the future
when this happens
but it never does
the future never comes
what are we left with
but the here and now
we believe it to be so horrible
we hide in our thoughts
it is the most wonderful thing alive
it is the truth
the only truth
eternal joy, bliss and harmony
we do not see what is before our eyes
the very thoughts we think hide us from the horror
rather cloud us from the beauty
it is they which are the horror
create the horror
stop us seeing our perfection as Buddhas
we cannot change
we are perfect already
only when we see this
not with the mind
but in ourselves
will surrender happen
and spontaneously the mind will quieten
past and future cease to be
the jails of ignorance crumble
leaving what?
Nothing
nothing and everything
it is our birthright and our joy
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