Bindweed

Weed grows where the weed sows

Nettle stings, to and fro

Ivy climbs, killing slow 

In strength it wraps and grows and grows

But the bindweed binds and won’t let go

Roses beautiful, it’s  colour crude

ants place insects upon them to farm food 

ant killer powder though it seems rude

roses are tough and strong as might

but bind weed tightens its grip so tight

It’s pop out of bed flower, seed so small

it clambers on yet not so tall

racking and wringing, a garden pest

a gentle weed, not to digress 

like a Hornet in a bees nest

bindweed clings to destroy the best. 

Lonely to the core

Spiraling to the very edge of extinction 

clambering up the bricks of a deep tower

trying to grasp at a chance of likely freedom

Yet there is none, escape is impossible 

with a small rush to the head of excitable prowess

only to find that freedom from impending doom 

is an impossibility for one such as him

rescinding into the darkened gloom once more

continuing to crawl along the hard cold floor

a useless boring man; lonely to the core

I Canna See’

Canna see the light shining past yer heed

or the shadow where yer are when yer lie deed

canna see the sparra in the field of gold

nay’ or see the grass when blind and old

Canna see the future with a past of lots o’ crap

keep the snow o’ me heed’ without a hat

canna lie through me teeth, fo’ the truth I canna see

feel the hate that you have if you canna love me 

Big Man

The way he looked at me in spite of my rage

features of a face that fought in a cage

solemn undertones, red cheeks of fire

a muscle bound torso, scars of dismire 

I; looking so hard, shouting his way

“I may be small but I will have the last say”

warning him not to treat people bad

he looked in my direction I was standing mad

he burst into tears and crumbled to the floor

saying “Sorry” once more, 

he walked out of the door

Downtrodden Dumped

Spyro gyro whisk the pattern

break the bed, jump on the slatten

ruse amuse, a choice to choose

win over abused, the beaten will lose

not one day or a month 

for ages on end downtrodden dumped

fortune seeks the brave, or the outright stupid

fall for a cherry pie, narrow heart Cupid 

call it a day in a tropical storm

blizzards lie in a frozen form

tiny crops on a field of norm. 

Little Rabbits Adventure

The little rabbit, travelling alone

scampered off towards his home 

hiding behind a bush from the bad weather

caught by a net, wrapped in a tether

Foxy came approaching, licking his lips

in heightened panic, giving the net a slip

escaping really fast from the mean old fox

running so quick, tripping over a box

he fell inside it, down a hill with a slither

sliding on and on, then into a river 

the box began to float, little rabbit did quiver

feeling so cold he began to shiver

scared and alone he heard a familiar scream

little rabbits face, could not help but beam

Glancing. his mummy, the saddest frown seen

she shouted “Little rabbit, where have you been” 

little rabbit replied 

“running and slipping, falling and floating”

 “escaping a fox by river and boating”

mummy grabbed little rabbit, she held him tight

 saying -

 “enough of the stories; it’s time for good night” 

little rabbit had supper then climbed into bed 

excited by the adventure but soundly he slept 

dreaming of the moment he escaped the fox

floating in the river on the tripped over box. 

 

Qualified degree of suck and kill

Head of your trade into your old age

not what you know or how long the rage

degrees of many, kind of leading the blind 

suck up to perfidious bastards near your time

it will soon be over, taken over by the young

demonstrator of willful suck and kiss

a life for you no person will miss

breeding hate and contempt 

not listening to those who care

bullying your way into leadership 

how can you dare ?

there is not much more to say

except you will get your way; but remember 

every dog has its day