I tried so hard
but it seemed that
I couldn't reach her
never once
rea...lising
that she was the teacher,

and she taught me so well.

Memories
are just wheels that turn round inside me
bringing me
to this time where you stand beside me
and they go round
again and again
until they stop
and you find me
wanting
to learn so much more.

They made bonfires from the ruins of empires and from the ashes, new empires arose, but a rose by any other name is just a bleedin' nuisance.

The gardens are tended, and the well water is sweet.

The dandelions roar into life at dawn, and the lilies swim in the pond, the hydranger's in danger of learning to spell and all is well.

There is still work to be done when the sun comes up
there is always work to be done.

No slugs or snails and the dog's tail is docked
( moans from the animal rights )
but the cuckoo spits on anyone who *****
on my parade.,

You should share
knowing that we'll never get there,
but
isn't sharing halving the disappointment?

We will not see the great epiphany
and there'll be no rapture
no screams of delight
all that we'll have will be the endless night.

Giving it all to charity?
why would we
or should we,
could we not keep it all?

It's the coffee that keeps me going
and knowing that we'll never get there

still trying
vying for the front row
putting on a good show
and hoping for the best.

The not so tasty one
the one with a face mask on
who could it be?

She says,
it's me!
are you blind?

only to your beauty.

They know we're numbers
and now
we'll know that we're numbers,

binary coded on the way to being
railroaded.

No pass and you can't pass go
you can't go anywhere.

We'll be scanned, scammed, and
rammed from the rear,
is this the year of the reset?

Those fabricators
though today we just
say, digital creators.

My masterpiece
took pride of place
on the mantlepiece,
an ashtray carved from
balsa wood.

School was good for nothing but teaching
and the teachers were good for nothing at all.

however woodwork was God's work
whereas metalwork was in a
class of its own.

There are always mysteries to find
on the mountains of the moon
or in the backyard of your mind
look and you shall find.

We don't have to travel
on the inward arm of a spiral
because
everything is here to see on the
outside looking in on me.

The doctor said he'll operate
and
tells the nurse to intubate.
if this asylum is to be my fate
I'm going to go with BUPA.