Golden Rule

It’s the Golden Rule,

you fool,

you don’t have to like them,

or their kids.

But it is do unto others

as you’d have them do unto you,

then we’re all safe

no matter how we really feel.

Truce, for a good life.

Smile.

Nobody Speaks To God These Days

Nobody speaks to god these days

Because there are so many gods anyway

And if you think they are all inside of us

That would make quite a fuss.

Nobody speaks to god these days

That’s because he went away

With all the education we all got

We’ve all realised he is not

Nobody speaks to god these days

That’s because we all have a lot to say

So many ideas come into play

And we’re all going to die without him anyway.

Nobody speaks to god these days

Because evil happens, is he looking away?

People die, even those who pray

And if he is omnipotent, he’s a fake.

Happy

Can you remember

The happiest moment

Of your life?

The feeling

This is it,

This is delight.

The smell of puppies

Your first chocolate cake

Feelings so right

Breathing fresh air

First love

Success in sight

I made it

I can support myself

I have this life

Presents under the Xmas tree

Driving yourself

Leaving school and being free

A great view

From a tropical island

Flying above the clouds.

Dancing under the stars

Talking all night

Getting high.

Lying on lush grass

Staring at an azure sky

Holding a kite

Can you

Still feel it

Tonight?

30 Year Plan

I’m not sure I am ready for this

It seems like my youth is behind me,

Under that bridge gurgling,

And while I am not old,

Nobody would think that,

Plenty of life in the old boy yet,

I can no longer, really, say my 30 year plan,

Which is quite a realisation,

Makes you think.

Not that I ever really had a 30 year plan,

But I could have.

Everybody Hates Politicians

The rich look after the rich

The politicians are their bitch

To donations they get hitched

And the public they are stitched.

Early Morning

I wake up with a poem in my head.

My cat rubs his fur about my face,

As soon as I open my eyes,

Soft and firm.

I get up, not quite ready

The early morning light

licks at the edges of the room.

I want to make coffee

And get that poem written down

Before I forget

What I am doing in the dark,

Outside the rain falls

It is melancholy on the roof.

The air is warm,

The coffee is bitter on my lips,

Good bitter,

Like sarcasm,

Or winter rain.

Dot my i’s and cross my t’s.

The day is grey,

Subdued and embracing,

Like a hug from a dear friend.

The light is brittle

I don’t turn on a lamp,

It would only spoilt it.

Misanthrope

I’m a misanthrope

But I smile at strangers in the street

I believe that most of the world’s population is a waste of space

But that doesn’t mean I have to act like a disgrace.

Oblivious

A girl stepped in front of me

On Collins Street

Oblivious, on her phone,

She didn’t care about me,

And, I didn’t expect it.

I walked into her

And she stumbled sideways

And dropped her coffee,

She cared then.

She insisted I buy her a new drink

I apologised to her and kept walking

I wasn’t even sure I had to do that much,

But, be generous, I thought, it doesn't cost.

Delightful

Too gaze upon someone unnoticed

As they have a moment of unguarded joy

Is one of life’s great delights

Racist

From where did these ideas of colour come?

When we are all on the spectrum

with every shade represented.

Who decided which colour should be resented?

Rhymes

Something that rhymes

is not a crime

it is what makes the world turn

that we all know,

even if we don't say so

it is a truth

we've known since we were young,

since life begun.

The sax plays

the guitar strums.

the piano tinkles

as only it can.

The triangle

The glockenspiel

Coconut halves

Galloping away.

Ole.