A SIMPLER TIME

A SIMPLER TIME

A song to Jacky, Kim, Sandra and Sue

Just the act of holding hands,

was as much as you needed,

to start the girls giggling,

and the boys jeering.

Even at Nine I didn’t care,

I liked holding hands…

Girls felt nice to hold,

Soft but not soppy.

And a kiss was so chaste,

A dry lip crush…

Tongues came later, much later.

Yet the yearning was a lost land,

foreboding and forbidden,

Like scrumping feelings from the future.

And we’d build a den in the brush,

lie under the branches,

like Hansel and Gretel,

alone in a dark world.

I would tell ghostly tales,

just to get you to move closer,

And lay your head on my tin rib chest…

I would stroke your soft long hair,

And think this is heaven.

We would sing show tunes,

from Oliver and such,

And I’d paint castles in the air.

We lived in a land of terrifying beauty,

Catching sticklebacks and frogs,

Daisy chains and buttercup shadows,

The terror of not knowing,

but knowing nevertheless…

An adult world would come,

and all of this would be lost…

Lost in the sophistry of lust.

Dale m 2021.

BIRTHDAY POEM

A romantic birthday poem by Janet

I look forward to the chats we do,

Especially the ones about your poo,

Will it float to the top or go straight around the bend

Sometimes its so long you can’t see the end,

and as you flush the loo, with a tear in your eye,

You wave to your poo with a friendly goodbye,

“so farewell old pal, I didn’t know you long

now all that is left is a terrible pong.

I’m moved by her devotion to my scatalogical reports.

DALE M

PLUNGE

PLUNGE

I COME ONLY TO VENERATE…

DESECRATION I LEAVE TO OTHERS!

THAT TILT ON YOUR FLAT BELLY,

THAT PLUNGES BETWEEN YOUR HIPS…

THAT IS ECSTACY INCARNATE!

IT IS THE WORD IN FLESH,

A PROMISE NEVER TO BE REPEATED.

AND AS I WATCH YOU WALK AWAY,

WITH YOUR PERFECT HOUR GLASS FORM,

AND THE CELLO DIMPLES

THAT LEAD TO YOUR CHEEKS

THIS IS MUSIC TO MY EYES,

A SONATA IN A MAJOR FORM…

ALL BORN OF STARS…

A COSMOS IN MINITURE,

A COLLISION OF GALAXIES.

MATTER SOFTLY FOLDING IN,

A GOD’S GREATEST LYRIC,

JUSTLY GRANTED TO YOUR FORM,

I WAS BLESSED TO WORSHIP YOU.

FOREVER BLESSED.

DALE M 2021

DON’T ASK ME

Don’t ask me how I’m feeling because I’ll only lie.

I will pretend that life is a party balloon ready to fly,

rather than the sad deflated shadow bobbing on the floor,

Don’t ask me to join in with some celebration,

I will make a plausible excuse,

that I’m so fucking busy right now…

You know how it is.

Don’t ask me if I’m over it,

It’s a question that will never be answered.

You cannot get over the loss of your light.

you cannot get beyond the moment your world stopped.

That’s just too much to ask.

Dale M

ENGLAND’S GLORY

ENGLAND’S GLORY

England’s glory, is not in a fleet of ships,

which enslaved a third of the Earth,

It’s not in Redcoats firing muskets,

At Indigence natives with bows and arrows,

It is not in pompous poppycocks,

Leading lions from behind…

It is not in ceremonial circumstance,

nor in crowns stolen from the righteous.

It is in this land, the land is the glory,

and the people are the dispossessed

from all over the world,

and they have been for millennia…

Celts from Spain, Romans from Italy,

Angles, Saxons and Jutes from Germany,

Vikings from Denmark, Sweden and Norway,

Normans who raped the land and killed the people.

And then on… Huguenots from France and Holland,

Jews from the diaspora, from ancient to modern,

Poles and Romanians, West Indians, Indians ,

Pakistan and Africa…

The Glory is in the land and people who were God sent,

We have to forget the idea that The English

are boys from Eton and Harrow,

The English are all of the above,

Each with their own founding myth,

And this is the only place they can all

CO-EXIST.

DALE M 2021

MISSING

MISSING

I miss travelling without good reason,

I miss responding to a whim…

I miss argument without being treason,

I miss keeping in trim.

I miss Book shopping for charities,

I miss wandering around aimless,

I miss walking around for clarity,

I miss going to gigs for the famous.

I miss talking to friends with banter,

I miss being able to run around,

I miss arguing without rancour,

But what I miss most profound…

Is the sound of your laugh,

next to me in bed.

I miss holding your shoulder,

Just so I know you are there.

Dale M 2021