Sunday, 16 October 2011

"I have outlived my pecker."

The Penis Poem 
My nookie days are over, 
My pilot light is out. 
What used to be my sex appeal, 
Is now my water spout. 
Time was when, on its own accord, 
From my trousers it would spring. 
But now I've got a full time job, 
To find the f***in' thing. 
It used to be embarrassing, 
The way it would behave. 
For every single morning, 
It would stand and watch me shave. 
Now as old age approaches, 
It sure gives me the blues. 
To see it hang its little head, 
And watch me tie my shoes!!

Monday, 10 October 2011

River of life

Tiny veins, the very beginning
Coursing their way toward the sun
Becoming one in the upward thrust
Bubbling and gurgling in life
Tumbling and dancing in exuberant infancy
Already the purity becoming stained
Raging with the strength of youth
Attempting to sweep all before
Fearless and arrogant in the serge
Only the pools of tranquillity and depth
Slowing the headlong rush
Into the flow of knowledge and age
Suffering the ebb and tide of experience
Until finally the sea of eternity 

Sunday, 9 October 2011

Those that guard our coast

Searching infinite nothingness
While storm rents it rage
Mind in its comfort of safety
Try’s to reach troubled souls
Willing fear sodden hearts
To resist watery sleep
Mad joy for safety and saved
Tears and torment for those lost
Ever reminding respect
For the impersonal elements

Sunday, 2 October 2011

The blocked toilet

Saw a Dutch yacht in Brighton Marina trying to unblock a sea toilet that someone had pumped up to the max. They had used a halliard from the top of the mast to heel the boat right over on its side so that a guy could ram a rod up the outlet. On the opposite side of the jetty there was moored a large gin palace with an intrigued audience all gin in hand leaning over the rail watching. Dutchman is working away with his rod when all of a sudden there’s a whoosh; Dutchman is flat on his back covered in shit as is the gin palace and all who sail in her. I was on the yacht directly behind the yacht, got no shit, but suffered injured crew from the hysterical laughter and falling about in cockpit.

Saturday, 1 October 2011

Dawn today 01/10/2011

Soft light spreading through tunnelled sky
Giving sombre shadows their first semblance of shape
Freeing fine mists to rise and flow
Soft crying echoes begin from still hidden thoughts
Searching red flames fire the edge of clouds
Still trees become torches to herald its path