Poems

I will put in the chest
A pluck of a string on the Devil’s guitar
The first light of the sun in the horizon
The swift swish of a katanas blade

I will put in the chest
A snowman with moving arms
A chip of wood from the oldest tree
A spark of light from a campfire

I will put in the chest
Three blue wishes spoken by Polish
An old joke which filled the shop with laughter
And a dog’s first howl

I will put in the chest
A sixth season with a red moon
A witch on a horse
And a cowboy on a dusty broomstick

My chest is fashioned from Ice Emeralds and fire
With the moon on the lid and trees in the corner
Its hinges are the finger joints of Ryan

I shall fly in my chest
On the great high rolling pyramid in the wild Egypt
Then wash ashore on the green beach
The colour of the moon.

Oh what lurks in the deep dark sea
Animals and creatures unlike you and me
Tails so long pointy and sharp,
Don’t ever touch it, or explode in a spark
Light of day, day of light
Under the deep dark sea is just some fright
Glow in the darkness, just listen around
Don’t look back if you hear a sound
In the deep dark sea, the deep dark sea…

I keep in my pocket,

The static spark from a magician’s wand
The blinding light of an Anglo fish
The tip of my finger holding a teardrop.

I keep in my pocket

A snowball fight with my brother
Hot lava retrieved from an undiscovered volcano
And a drop of the first rainbows colour.

I will keep in my pocket

A sixth sense and a black hole
A witch sleeping soundlessly
And a young ogre on a hobby horse.

I will keep in my pocket

Three dark secrets spoken in Hindu
The first drop of water from Niagara Falls
And a lock of the first born baby’s hair.

My pocket is fashioned from the finest emerald stolen by an evil wizard
With stars on the seam and the moon in the corner
Filled with children’s dreams

I shall hide in my pocket
On a great hide and seek adventure
To then wash up on a majestic golden sand beach
The sun a burning blaze.

I will put in my Tesco’s bag

The ray of a silk summery sun on an ordinary evening,
Pocket money from the change machine, as old as a museum,
The tip of a candle touching a lighter,

I will put in my Tesco’s bag

A plate with a rumbling belly,
A sip of water from the cold coral waters
And a leaping spark from an electric eel.

I will put in my Tesco’s bag

Three secret wishes written in Spanish,
The last word from a dying man
And the first noise of a new-born baby.

I will put in my Tesco’s bag

A sixth season and a green sun,
A princess on a broomstick
And a witch on a horse.

My bag is printed with a Tesco logo,
With big bold letters,
Its handles are strong plastic.

I shall swim in my bag
On the great pile of shopping,
Then wash ashore in my cosy house.

Sweet, sour, fresh, and bright
The Lemon Tree that stood in sight
Yellow, green and so much more
Left in a basket at your front door
Crisp, soothing, cooling, and soft
Different flavors pop in a loft
Jugs with bows on the table
Smoothness fills the cups with a fable
Thank you Lemon Tree,
Oh, thank you Lemon Tree

I will put in my jar
The swoosh of an owl’s feather on a winters night
Water from the mouth of a Mexican dolphin
The tip of a finger touching a glistening gold ring.

I will put in my jar
An elf with a bowl of jelly
A sip of the clearest water from the bluest ocean
A deafening bang from the most colourful firework.

I will put in my jar
Three silver wishes spoken in Spanish
The last book of an ancient god
And the first giggle of a baby
.
I will put in my jar
A last season and a sparkling star
A queen on a farm
And a farmer in a carriage.

My jar is elegant from water, gold and silver
With feathers on the lid and laughs in the corner
Its glass is the finger joints of a child.

I shall sit in my jar
On the rolling rocks of the cliff tops
Then walk ashore on a sandy beach
The colour of the sun.

They are on your face,
Always with you,
They make your day and mine all the way through
Sometimes they change but they are not supposed to
They should always stay the same even if you are sad or blue
They make the world a better place a chain link of smiles,
and when we skip along the road they can be seen for miles

Last night I saw the village dancing,
Many children
Rushing in
And running out
To the music of the trees.

Last night, I saw the village swimming,
The trees doing butterfly stroke,
Boulders making a splash,
And waterfalls creating waves the size of a house.

Last night, I saw the village baking,
The leaves laying on the B.B.Q,
Twigs getting burnt in ovens lying there like sausages.
And the trees
In the breeze
Melting all the houses hair.

Last night, I saw the village starving,
Jack’s house wacked her jaws
And took a gulp of water!
Fat trees got stuffed with sap
And moaned at the full up homes.

Last night, I saw the village crying,
The village houses tumbled to the ground,
And the waterfall was pouring more than ever.
Last night, I saw the village scared,
Twigs were screeching,
Leaves were shouting,
Yelling, “I want to live.”
And the storm
Like a lion
Roared in the night sky beyond.

Last night, I saw New York partying
The buildings applying light,
And cars sang loudly
Opening and closing their doors
To the beat.

Last night, I saw New York running
The cars driving to work,
Busses rushing home to their families
And restaurants completely full of noise

Last night I saw, New York whistling
Trees blew in the breeze,
Plants rustled softly in the wind
People rushed in
And out
Of the stations’ archway mouths

Last night I saw, New York crying
Two towers crumbled,
And streets were paved with debris

Last night I saw New York, sit down at last
Armchairs hugged humans,
And the hoses snuggled up for a rest

Last night I saw, New York sleeping
Deadly silence,
Devastated buildings crying
“When I grow up I want to be a fireman”
And the wind
It blew
Eerily through the large gap

Red moon, yellow moon, blue moon, white
It was there at first sight
Pink moon, green moon, purple moon too
It would be there so would you
Gold moon, gold moon
That’s the moon I want
Because it was there from the very start
My moon, oh my moon, please be there
My moon, oh my moon, please be in the air