You were many colours
Red for your passion for life
Orange for your creativity and energy
Yellow for your sunny disposition
Green for your peaceful demeanour
Blue for your melancholy eyes and loyalty
Indigo for your wisdom and intuition
Violet for your amazing imagination
Everytime I see a rainbow
I think of you.
From the grasping hand
Sand will seep
The very thing
You want to keep
Hello
Sad Eyes
How are you today?
I saw you in your low mood
I hope you’re okay
Haven’t you come too far
to quit now?
Don’t give up now
Don’t get lost before you win
Look up
Sad Eyes
Please don’t despair
It’s really not fair
To do that to you
I need to ask
How are you feeling?
It’s not without meaning
I understand, more than you know.
Sad Eyes
Please don’t
Please don’t cry
Can’t you see the sun shining
In that cloudless sky?
Who took your light away?
Who did those terrible things?
Did your hope go
In the darkness that life brings?
Maybe, together
Sad Eyes
We can mend
your broken wings.
The truth is hiding
isn’t it?
Deep in the shadows
Under the bed
On top of the wardrobe
Inside the drawer
Behind the mirror
The truth was hiding
wasn’t it?
In the flowerbed
Among the daises
In the corner of
the garden shed
Tangled in webs
The truth was never hiding
was it?
It goes out in broad daylight
It walks in the sun
It throws the curtains open
Sits on a throne
For all to see
Takes centre stage
In your living room
You can’t escape
its looming face
Shouting and screaming
its head off
The truth is in plain sight.
We can’t unsend an email
Unscramble an egg
Take back what we said
Bring back the dead
We can’t uncry the tears
Blank that written page
Reverse that move
Rewind our age
We can’t put the genie back in the lamp
Uneat that cake
Unabsorb that toxicity
Make truth from fake
We can’t unopen that box
Break the paradigm
Mend the mirror
Go back in time
We can’t stem the tide
Undream a dream
Unsmoke the fire
Unsee what we’ve seen
Too many CAN’TS
In this world, for you and me
But what CAN we do?
And what CAN we be?
The joy of huge comfy knickers
Not worn all the time
But some of the time
Is enjoyed by all of the sexes
Most of the time
(Illustration by Steve Young)
The joy of Archimedes was cut short
When he was summoned by Marcellus himself
A soldier was to take him to the general
The general was very taken with him
But Archimedes was deep in study
Writing on the tiles
His head buried in a project
He could not tear himself away
The joy of Archimedes was
solutions to his vexations
He was only happy when answers came
to all the puzzles of physics that plagued him
When he found answers, he was ecstatic
But this time, obsessiveness did not serve him well
When he refused to go
The soldier ran him through.
Norman battle tactics
Weren’t particularly kind
And weren’t very healthy
For body, soul and mind
While the archers could do range
The calvary got about
So the lance hit the spot
And the arrow took you out
To exhaust horses
English climb a hill
Weak trajectory of arrow
Might help them get a kill
Normans pretend to flee
English chase fast
But back on even land
And now armed, with just an axe…
…the injured go down
Destiny is soon found
As a hundred soldier hooves
Trample English to the ground
Harold and Co. ill prepared
So the Battle of Hastings goes
If only they had the longbow
To help ease all their woes
Viking settlers
And Franks agree
Winning battles
Is easy
Anglo-Saxon pain
And suffering for their boys
Could not take away
Norman Battle Tactic Joys
You are the first month of the year
You represent hope
Is that too romantic?
Is it a trope?
Are you forgiven because you are near?
Are you hated because you are here?
January, you offer so much
In the stakes
Eleven more months
To make mistakes
We buy into the twelve month thing
We buy into time if we dare
Seasons are truthful
Can’t lie there
But
It’s all one big year really
Look at the big picture
Four seasons
That’s all we really need to know
As Johnny Logan used to say
Don’t take it too seriously
Take this year day by day.
Too much of nothing
Can be rather a lot
Because no thing
Is a thing
Is it not?
Too much of something
Can be so very small
And not enough of anything
Is not so good at all
Half as much of one thing
Is as bad as it can get
And too little of everything
Can often lead to debt.
Things In My Head 