Tooth

Somebody lost their tooth
Inside a telephone booth.
Doesn't make for great
Poetry, but late
Attempts to write
Often are just trite.

Worship

They don't just dance.
They don't just sing.
They don't just clap.
Here is the chance
To finally bring,
To see eternity unwrap.

Lügen Haben Kurze Beine

Step a moment into your alibi

To try and hide your little lie.

Hold tight and then let out a sigh,

As your last chance runs dry.

To try and hide your little lie

Hold tight and then let out a sigh.

Step a moment into your alibi

As your last chance runs dry.

Hold tight and then let out a sigh,

Step a moment into your alibi,

As your last chance runs dry -

To try and hide your little lie.

As your last chance runs dry

Hold tight and then let out a sigh.

To try and hide your little lie

Step a moment into your alibi.

Sometimes You Just Don't Know What to Eat on a Given Day

Rogue dietitians are creeping about,
Looking for custom with a trout.
Perhaps not as affective as a cake,
But it's like the dessert of the lake.

Clerihew XI

Christopher Lambert

If we are to be fair

Was here and then he was gone,

At least there can only be one.

And another one bites the dust

Two more to go
And then it's all
Said and done.
One more to go
And then the fall
Will reach the sun.

mhmm

Aspiration is a strange beast.
One minute it's a productivity-feast
The next you are left with little desire
To see your dreams ignite and fire.

Limerick No. 18

Here was a man with a low self-esteem
Of any confidence he could but dream
So it was very strange
When we found the range
Of success he acquired for his team

An Aversion to Modernity

Grab the paddle
Lose the engine.
Take the saddle
Remove the sit in.

Messengers and Mortals

No one is sadder than the man who walked
In the Garden in it's earlier days.
And climbed the ladder to see the face of God,
Only to walk amongst mere mortals.

Messengers have traveled and talked
And produced stained glass rays.
They have shown the world a strange and odd
Sensation to subdue mere mortals.

Oh, shit! They believe what I am saying.
I actually need to follow this up.
I thought the deal was simply to pretend
Say a nice word and then go home.

Oh yes! Thirty coins are worth betraying
Some bread and a wine cup.
Everyone seems to have ears to lend,
As long as you give them a stone.

No one is sadder than the man who walked
In the Garden in it's earlier days.
And climbed the ladder to see the face of God,
Only to walk amongst mere mortals.

Clerihew X

Homer Simpson
Should probably be in prison
But by his strange charm they'd let him go
By tomorrow he'd be right there again, d'oh!

Queen of the State

Here cometh the Queen of the State

Those eyes, that hair intoxicate.

She’s the queen of the heavens and hell

Her reign is marked by an enchanting spell

And while she tenderly caresses my face

She quickens the pace.

Holds up the mace.

Here cometh the Queen of Sacrifice

Let us morn and perform this rite

For we have been cursed by the sword

So Lilith comes before us and is awed

Let the red wine flow for her majesty

Let it flood the city.

Destroy the guilty.

Here cometh the Queen of the elastic Gods

Let her speak with her eerie nods

Walking through her synthetic valley

Her shadow casts a familiar shame

For her majesty has taken a victim’s smile

Our eternal trial.

In such style!

Ghosts of Agram

Deep roots of pain sorrow and anger

On their own lands they were the stranger

From the men of Illyria

To the fathers of hysteria

The land of the fallen duke

A puppet nation born to rebuke

Dying serving the legionary

Pontiffs declare it unordinary

Fortress of the great divide

Hopeless to decide which side

Between a mountain and the beach sand

Lie the ghosts of Agram

From the sultans of Constantinople

Kings of Vienna to the Pope in Rome

Men proudly driving an Opel

Volkswagen which they call their own

The battle ground of fascism

The pulpit for communism

The land of never resting guns

Of never returning sons

Dominion of Yahweh and Allah

Fighting in a bloody shower

Between a mountain and the beach sand

Lie the ghosts of Agram

The citadel of these ghosts

Cathedrals ready to roast

Mongols on the raiding side

Oh won’t the sun ever rise!

Poor boys on an alleyway

Ready to be carried away

Sultan, raise your voice

Against the pope of your choice

And never let these ghosts rest

Just put them to the test

Morning stars and glory shine

Let’s get drunk on this wine

Between a mountain and the beach sand

Lie the ghosts of Agram

The All Too Typical Insane Man Who Lives Out Hypothetical Possibilities

Rightly, the man sprightly jumped.
Stumped by a dainty flower,
How dour is a sour beauty?
Beauty! Is a lever that will never
Descend or bend to a whim.
How dim would life and a wife
Be if she would brightly be dumped?

The Road

Don Quixote walked out of his mind
down the road
The relevant keys nobody could find
on the road
A man with perfect eyesight was blind
by the road

Men

Stranger fates than these
Can not be found on Earth.
To fade away like a breeze
Still your own master from birth.

Legends, myths, stories
Sown by each life afresh.
Fortresses of glories,
Live longer than the flesh.

What benefit is there
To seek immortality,
By the undying fayre,
In another's memory?

Who?

Who walked on the first path ever made?
Who paved the first road to guide on?
Who was the first to swim and wade
Ashore, the first to see the first day done?

Clerihew IX

Martin Luther King Jr.
Is pretty much everyone's senior.
A man with a sense of justice like no other,
And none of his children seem to bother.

Action

Slash. Bang. Boom.
Explode the senses.
Numbing the densest.

Colour

A wall of colour is all black
What a shame of a statement
When all and every track
Turns out to be a replacement.

There

There it is!
It's strange when what
You've been looking
For has been right
Here with you all the time.

There it is!
Do we know what
We are looking
Is in the right
Place and in the right time.

Limerick No. 17

He didn't know how to spell
So his marks gradually fell,
What a shame!
Who to blame,
Teacher, parents or hmisell?

Not A Clue

I have no clue what to write about,

Maybe something do with gout?

Just choose that because it rhymes,

Maybe talk about the changing times?

Who knows what topic to pick?

What sleeping bear to prick?

Sometimes you just have to go with the flow

Even if it doesn't always make for the best show.

Clerihew VIII

Alex Salmond
Will not lament
A victory set in history
A day to glorify his party.

40%

Many have died for
Opening the door to vote
So man may promote
And write on a note his choice
To reveal his voice
And make a great noise and shout
The high get a clout
The low have a route to soar.

Seasons

The rock rolls, it never stops
As the farmer always crops
The lumberjack always chops
As the penny always drops.

Haiku III

A smoking chimney

A living and breathing park

A city's statement

A Righteous Man

A righteous man walks in a strange place,
Where he has access to a God's face
But only covered in a crimson mask,
Found in a gruesome murdering task.
No weight of his own makes him light
Enough to walk in God's pleased sight.
When done properly he throws no stones
That may curse and break some bones.