Dorothy Parker

Prince fans will know the inspiration for this …

Dorothy Parker worked the till,
In the café on Orange Street,
When coffee was the only cure
She kept it hot and sweet.
Always quick with smile and laugh,
She kept the customs care,
No one ever turned away,
All were welcome there.

Dorothy Parker grace in view,
Men would love and lose,
She spent her time on idle thoughts,
And singing soft the blues.
One step removed from those about,
She gave a friendly smile,
And if you really were in need,
She’d let you stay awhile.

Dorothy Parker caught the eye,
Of man with dour intent,
Although in looks a gentle soul,
He had an inner bent.
This perfect face and body fair,
Her welcome words and smile,
She would be his in darkened night,
For deeds both foul and vile.

Dorothy Parker so unaware,
Her usual day began,
Not knowing that she’d been picked out
By such an evil man.
At end of day when work was done,
And time came to go home,
As evening fell in Orange Street
She was no more alone.

Dorothy Parker never more,
Was seen on Orange Street,
The café where she kept her place
Did mourn someone so sweet.
What evil beats in heart of man,
To break a body fair?
All she ever wanted was to smile
And show she cared.

Above And Below

An attempt at constructing something like Shakespeare’s “Phoenix And The Turtle”. Hope you like it.

One in flight and beauty seen,
In the air such as belong,
Calling forth a love in song,
All about does nature gleam.

Other stays amid the grass,
Lowly though a pride in face,
Never knowing ought but place,
Life with not a care does pass.

Such chance to notice that below,
Not once has such a fairness been
Revealed to eyes by summer’s sheen,
Yet now this other must be known.

Above a sight that graces sky,
Another world revealed and plain,
Would life be ever fair again
If not the chance to fly?

Dare not to touch upon the ground,
Would wings be then forever clipped,
No more the sun to dark eclipse
With flight that’s so profound.

Unable to escape earth’s bond,
Where dreams of lightness fall apart,
Amidst the ever heavy heart,
Such thoughts of freedom gone.

Two souls in ever old torment,
Wanting that which cannot be
When life in all its mystery
Cause such a sweet lament.

The Crows Ate Well That Day

’twas dawn that called,
In all its fire,
To start the raging battle,
Such armour shone,
And voices raised,
All swords were set to rattle.
The sweeping armies
Formed their lines,
With strength to hold their sway,
And though the tales
A victory told,
The crows ate well that day.

Their champions strode,
With hero’s deeds,
All enemies cast asunder,
The rank and file
With pike and staff,
Caused noise to rival thunder.
The charges and their
Counter moves,
Unlucky ones to slay,
The blood that bloomed
Like roses red,
The crows ate well that day.

As smoke retreats,
The fires die,
Cruel fate has picked its winners,
There lay the dead,
All equal now,
The holy and the sinners.
This battle may have
Turned the tide,
Could have the final say,
But all is known of
Bloody war,
The crows ate well that day.


Asking once more for an awkward assertion,
Begging for blindness, borrowing time,
Calmly you call me, craving coercion,
Dwelling on distance where damage is mine.

Everything evil, you expect subversion,
Forecast the future though falling apart,
Grateful for nothing, a gift to be certain,
Harrowing history colours your heart.

Injured and ignorant, empty inversion,
Justice for no-one, a jury will judge,
Killing me slowly, a kind of corruption,
Loving me never, a looseness of lust.

Maybe a miracle, magic uncertain,
Nothing for nothing, hoping for nought,
Offering peace with an obvious option,
Promising all but policing all thought.

Questions unanswered with quiet emotion,
Rough the response to reality roared,
Softly you sing to me, songs of seduction,
Tunes for the tuneless, talent so flawed.

Uselessly begging for utter immersion,
Vanquish the self via being unkind,
Wearing the badge of my wounded condition,
X-rated thoughts in an X-rated mind.

You are the cause and yes you are the reason,
Zealot I call you, the zeitgeist of mine,
You are the problem and you the solution,
Zero my hope of a calm zen-like mind.

Mist Coloured Room

It’s cool and removed,
With a scent of the past,
Successes and failures,
Colour the mast,
And where I must stay
For my beauty to bloom,
Forever alone
In my mist coloured room.

It’s quiet and still,
A place to be heard,
The shouts of the world,
Take flight like a bird,
And where I must dwell,
And be gone none too soon,
Forever at peace
In my mist coloured room.

It’s locked and withdrawn,
A secret retreat,
The keys are all mine,
Kept private and neat,
And where I will live,
From midnight ’til noon,
Forever as one
In my mist coloured room.

C Wing

C wing on lock down,
Climbing the walls,
Feeling minute though I’m
Six foot six tall,
Noises and chatter,
The lingo inside,
Papers and baccie,
Not easy to hide.

C wing on lock down,
Cell mate a knob,
Thinks he’s a big man,
But can’t do the job,
Whispers his secrets,
While feigning a sleep,
Violence an option
Coz bruises are cheap.

C wing on lock down,
Someone was cut,
Think it was Smiffy,
He was always a nut,
Screws and their searches,
Looking for blades,
Quick with a palming,
Evidence fades.

C wing on lock down,
Life in a box,
Doors with their slamming,
Stuck behind locks,
Life for a sinner,
Crimes that you pay,
C wing on lock down,
Day after day.

We Danced Around Our Shadows

I wanted to come up with something new for National Poetry Day. I hope you like it.
Much love,

We danced around our shadows, the music calling forth,
With care our feet made patterned shapes,
The dark we skipped for fear of fate,
And though the hour grew so late,
Still we danced some more.

We danced around our shadows, our bodies ‘cross the floor,
To lose ourselves within the tune,
Your eyes on mine and showing doom,
Our mirror ball the shining moon,
Still we danced some more.

We danced around our shadows, stuck forever on our course,
The never ending drummer’s beat,
Forgetting what it is to sleep,
All the while not quite complete,
Still we danced some more.

We danced around our shadows, not what we bargained for,
To never now assume our rest,
We move as one at tune’s behest,
Eternity spent chest to chest,
Still we danced some more.