Wednesday, 31 August 2011

Word Police

I noticed that Collins have decided to make words redundant
Without asking you and me
And I am somewhat surprised by their inconsistency
For it appears that aerodrome is to be no more
As now they are seen to be what airports are for
But imagine a propeller powered passenger plane
Descending from the skies carrying fifties filmstars
And adoring waiting fans sighs
And then it will become apparent what all of us have known- for such a flight,
Only an aerodrome is home.

And the charabanc too is being consigned to the dustbin
As if such simple pleasures didn’t exist or had never been.
Even dustbins themselves are on the way out
For bins are no longer to put rubbish in and keep places clean
Instead they are multi - purpose receptacles for re-cy-cling
The joys of a trip an outing a journey with you and us
Can  never be adequately described by the humble term  “ bus”
So why expunge such glorious, older terms, and phrases
Whose perfunctory exile is determined on the flimsiest of cases

And the meaning of modern words is also being lost
Their original meanings tossed – aside.
Consider the word shopping it’s a little bit highfalutin
When popular culture has downgraded it and calls it simply looting
And how about “room”?
 For it simply is no more
The area that sits above the floor
Is now called a space
No longer defined by drawing room or sitting room or bed.
Space, a word that for me is simply not so cool
Whatever happened to the trusty vestibule

So what will go next? Almost certainly the book
Rectangular and weighty with a satisfying look
Which when dropped in the bath when reading,
Immersed and dripping wet, can have its dripping paper
Saved by a radiator,
Which when spread across the top, open and arched
Can be dried and resuscitated, pleasingly parched
- Unlike a kindle

 A “Badger” too will be no more, soon to be forgot
Blasted to oblivion by farmers with buckshot
Like “fish” who used to swim in the sea, caught by nets that sagged
That are doomed very soon to catch only plastic bags

But all that we need to do to save words form half remembered confusion
Is to nurture them ,to cherish them, but most of all to use them

Atlantic Crossing

The quayside terminus belched steam and passengers
Parallel rails yielding to a dipping sea
A black iron cliff rose, majestic

Pockmarked with perfect rivets
Covered gangways swayed
A mysterious Rubicon

Corridors splayed in labyrinthine luxury
The Purser prowling imperious as
White jacketed stewards scurried, in service

The band bade godspeed as we slipped horizon bound
Lips mouthing, hands, hats scarves waving
Streamers billowed from cheering crowds

Tugs screamed to wrench the Leviathan
From its moorings to Solent water
Fire hoses arced in wind tossed spray

Remorselessly, the prow cleft the surging swell
Aft the frothy maddened wake
Lay momentarily, trace of our passing

Quoits rasped over polished decks
Grey shadows surfaced then sank
Eternity  stretched endlessly

For five days no object checked our passage
The moon, stars and sun our celestial waypoints
Watched by whispering crests

The solid line on a misty horizon
Defined  our destination as surely as
Brooklyn Bridge

The cradle of the oceans arms released
Her thankful charges
Into the Manhattan cacophony

Three funnels smoke
Rising above the teeming waterfront
Sketched a fleeting farewell

Thursday, 25 August 2011

Fading Fun

Mary Mack, jumping jack
Not too rough Blind Mans bluff
Ball tag fracture the flag

Hide and seek every week
Hide your face for kiss chase
Hopscotch fun for everyone

I spy with my little eye
The playground echoes to cries and call
Resounding sounds of paddle ball

Make them up , do what you are able
Splayed fingers rocking the cat’s cradle

Chinese whispers friend’s eldest sisters
Laughing, cheating , ever bolder
Essential skills for when we are older

Oh the games we play

Thursday, 18 August 2011

The Olde Tavern

In the bowels
Of the growelry
The brabble
Ebbed and flowed
As barmaids foozled
Offering frothy pints
In swoopstake abandon
Elbows bowed

Saturday, 6 August 2011


Small Ads

For sale:
Size ten
Wedding dress
Strapless off white,
Sequin detail to the bust and waist area,
Also comes with hoop required for dress.
Never worn.

Polemic on Freedom

Man is born free, yet everywhere he is in chains,
So I read,
That  Rousseau said ,
And he is still right,
As freedom becomes twisted to make and sate
Whatever self centred hybrid  that we can create
For ourselves, but not- for each other
And so freedom for the people of Gaza
Means imprisonment behind their own border
And a nation state is free to deprive the sick of medicine
To protect their own order
And oppress others
Which is no freedom at all
But the mentality of those who think small
Whilst in Brussels we talk of free trade
Of what money can be made
But the children of Somalia want to be freed
 from the greed
Of warlords who would rather buy guns for themselves than water for the thirsty,
To purchase death rather than save life
Where oppression and strife,
But  no new rain eases the scorched earth of destruction
Yet it is not just far away
That our feeble minds have strayed
From what is right and is wrong, for so long. 

Old freedoms lie in the balance
At the mercy of corporate dalliance
And careless staff do the rounds
In homes  to be sold off or closed down
Of men and women who fought for freedom
Not this.

And they will have you believe that Gordon Taylor from the players football association
For having a meaningless telephone conversation
Is due compensation
Of £900,000
While the elderly cannot get around
Because the money cannot be found

In whom can we be trusting
When our liberties lie rusting
In such specious, spun words
Ringing hollow and absurd.

So saying what you do mean, is mea
Or demeaning?
Or is it the mean of what you mean that is meant?
What was the meaning? 

Was it what you thought, but did not say,
Or what you said but did not mean?
Or was it just that we did not glean
From what you said
What we should have seen?

Were your words pristine?
Or not what they might have been?
Is it that on which you were not keen?
And if you now say you did not mean what was said
What was read -And you said it,
Well what did you mean?
What should we, the team, glean?

That you say what you mean?
Or that what you said you didn’t mean?
But it should not have been seen.

And although what you say, you do not always mean
As the words can refer to another scene that was seen,
You do now,
(From what I can glean)
Think that we should trust you and hold you in the highest esteem.
But not what you say.

Well not always.
Not what you said yesterday, anyway.
Just what you say ,today. Ok?

You think that we should believe you, that what you say is true
Maybe some of the words,  perhaps just a few?
But  when some talk of freedom be wary of such claims
Test what is said carefully, and listen for those chains.

Garden Control

Its reptilian jaw chomped
Bony shell barely visible
Amidst swaying blades

Nimble teeth nibbled
Mesh and floppy ears
Casting eerie shadows

Mournfully munching
Grey wisps fluttered
Billy goats gruff

Swift hooves  danced
Lithe legs poised for flight
Daring to graze

Janet rested
Glass in hand
Lawnmower redundant