CoC

Turn my head
Shake the feeling loose
Pull away from the
Stockade or noose

Turn a blind eye
To it all
Pretend there's no where
To stumble or fall

Close my heart
Turn the tap right off
Not perturbed
By cry or cough

Close it all out
Nary a thought
For ones so close
Or heartstrings fraught

Do I wish I could
........may be
Easy as stopping saying
.........baby
And will it all
Just slide away
Open my eyes
On a brand new day

Do I wish I could
..........may be
Simple as breathing
So easy
To wrap it all up
Box it away
Never again
See the light of day

And there it lies
Hidden forever
Never to grow
Repair or get better

And here I lie
In silence or more
Rattling on
The same old bore

But then I stop
And realise
The power, the magic
There is no disguise

I'll grab the silliness
That is in my heart
Turn around again
And find the right place to start

Loser

Did you win the race
Or gain her hand
Were your deeds
Impossibly grand
Did you grab the gold
The ultimate prize
Did it sparkle
Right before your eyes
Was it everything
You'd hoped and thought
Worth all the
Battles that you fought
Do you feel
A bigger man
And was that part
Of your master plan

Or are you deflated
As if you'd lost
Do you feel cheated
Even double-crossed
Found winning isn't everything
It's meant to be
Feel like first of the losers
Consigned to history
Or are you just a loser
That never wins
No matter which way
Dice tumble or roulette wheel spins
Can't see the wood
Blinded by the trees
Head in you hands
And down on your knees

And what is the point of my ramble here
To bring you sorrow, give you cheer
Or to highlight when you think you've won
That actually it's all come undone
And you're the loser, you've lost your grip
And that perfect halo has begun to slip
For is winning all it's cracked up to be
And all that matters is pure victory

Or is it to point out that in defeat
You can be gracious, kind, keep your feet
And not float off in to the clouds
Adorned by all those in the crowds
And learn the lessons of the chase
For perfection, whilst maintaining grace
But who am I to preach to you
I'm a sore loser through and through

For victory is, of course, the aim
Of any match, contest or game
For I'm just a competitive sort
And that's the fun of any sport
Put myself to the test
Find out if I can be the best
Hold my head high when victory calls
And bite my tongue when the winning streak stalls

But what if there's simply nothing to win
Do I still play or just give in
Hold up my hands, avoid the cost
Of losing something that could be lost
Bow out gracefully, withhold the choke
Knowing there's no point in going for broke
I'll stop here, I can't answer you
Need to refresh my point of view

Silent sunday

Misty malaise

Mist descends

One I can't see through

Is there no escape

From it's texture or hue

The fog surrounds

Both day and night

Turning to wrong

What should be right

Plans, thoughts

Cast aside

No redress

Or woe betide

Where to turn

When dreams are gone

Toe the line

Or sign off, anon

Clouds swirl

Remorselessly

Capturing, torturing 

The essence of me

No visible way

Out of this haze

Caught seemingly

In this malaise

Plans, thoughts

Cast aside

No redress

Or place to hide

Swallow it all

Till all is gone

Toe the line

Or sign off, anon

Swallow it all

Till I am gone

Toe the line

Or sign out, anon

Translation transition

From sunny skies
To do or dies
Windswept hills
To city thrills
On open plains
Till enthusiasm wanes
From left or right
Through dead of night

Where in the world could I be
If I twist and turn
And can't simply see
The road ahead that guides my way
The leading path
On which I'll stay

Where in the depths do I look
To discover the key
That missing hook
Find some internal classification
Add a few words to
My translation

Mildew mornings
To shepherd's warnings
Strolling the shore
In search of.....more
Through daily grind
Hoping to soon unwind
Looking to make a move
Nothing to prove

Where in the world could I be
If I twist and turn
And can't simply see
The road ahead that guides my way
The leading path
On which I'll stay

Where in the depths do I look
To discover the key
That missing hook
Find some internal classification
Add a few words to
My translation

Where in the world am I me
If I twist and turn
And can't simply be
The road ahead guides my way
It's my only path
From which I'll stray

Where in the depths do I look
To discover the key
To my locked book
Lose the internal condensation
And understand
My translation

TbT

Does everything seem so different
When looked at in reverse
Do bad times appear better
Or do good times play out worse

Does your mind lie to you
To hide the awful things
Or build up the so-so years
To make you feel a king of kings

The detail always vanishes
Lost somewhere in the mire
Of flashbacks and day dreams
No pain, want or desire
The arguments always fade away
Disappearing in the mist
No angry words, raised voices
Or shaking of clenched fist
I wish I could recall
Every word and scent
Each specific, single moment
For you my heart was meant

Why does it look so altered
When I spin my head around
And take a look at times gone by
Go over once-familiar ground

Wish I could recall
Each detail so petite
And my memory would not serve to
Scheme, deceive and cheat

No pleasure without pain
I know, there's truth in that
Am prepared for all the bad
To bring the good right back

The detail always vanishes
Lost somewhere in the mire
Of flashbacks and day dreams
No pain, want or desire
The special moments fade away
Disappearing in the mist
No gentle words, warmth enveloping
Or feeling softly kissed
I wish I could recall
Every word and scent
Each specific, single moment
For you my heart was meant

Play-thing for the wind

Strolling on the beach

Out of sight 

And beyond reach

Of everything but wind and sea

And in this calming place

With a wandering mind

And smile upon my face

I can relax and be happy

For troubles that travel

Here on the sands

Unravel

They no longer capture me

As the breeze blows on my face

I realise

There is no disgrace

In finally feeling free

I know if I open my heart

I won't simply

Fall apart

And that is how it should be

And with shackles lost

I won't

Count the cost

That is a certainty

So I'll roll out my words

In whole

Not two-thirds

'Till they're out there, unconditionally

Let the wind blow

I won't yield

You know

Now I've finally found my key

Let the waves roll in

I'll fight them

Thick and thin

I'll stand up and be Three

Sky

Countless shades

And shapes fly by

Streaming across

The endless sky

Sunlight flickers

Through swirling forms

I'm always amazed

At how it transforms

From one minute to the next

I'm amazed at all of the effects

I've seen every kind of hue

Did I tell you?

I saw Australia soar high

One breezy mid-July

I've seen England above France

It made my heart sing and dance

And in what I see above me

I find a comfort of sort

There's only peace, tranquillity

And myself lost in thought

I've seen every kind of shape

I look for them, my little escape

From heavy grey

To whisper thin

Their forms make

Me smile and grin

At dusk

With sun streaming through

Colouring in

That sky so blue

Night darkening from one minute to the next

I'm amazed at all of the effects

I've seen every kind of hue

Did I tell you?

I saw Australia soar high

One breezy mid-July

I've seen England above France

It made my heart sing and dance

And in what I see above me

I find a comfort of sort

There's only peace, tranquillity

And myself lost in thought

I've seen every kind of shape

I look for them, my little escape

Playground affairs

Missing signal on phone
No option to tweet
Sit and write rhymes
A need I will meet

Watching the parents
Idle time by
As kids race around
Down slides they fly

Some read, some chat
Others stare in to space
No emotion, no passion
Displayed on their face

Kid's shouts sometimes
Raise their interest
Away from 'Hello'
Or one of Mills & Boon's best

What do you do
When they're lost in play
Don't want to share with you
Like they're miles away

Are you at a loose end
Or do you implement a scheme
Take a small breather
Block out every single scream

Better go now though
They want to play a machine
Roll their two-pennies
While eyes flash with green

I'll stand wearily by
Keeping an overview
And describe everything
In these words for you

Silent Sunday

One-sixth

First or last
Does it matter where you stand
Shoulder to shoulder
Or hand in hand

Will it make a difference
The place in line you bear
Short or tall
Or the colour of your hair

Name or number assigned
You're neither classified nor defined

Lead me on, take me anywhere
Grab my arm, steer me nowhere
Want to escape, the wear and tear
One-sixth, in disrepair

Not first, neither last
Middle ground meets me
Greets the paths that I tread
To those I know and see

Median or mean
Does it find me all replete
Wanting nothing more
With my feet in concrete

Name or number assigned
Guess I'm unclassified or ill-defined

Lead me on, take me anywhere
Grab my arm, steer me nowhere
Want to escape, the wear and tear
One-sixth, in disrepair

Skate

Feeling brave
Or nerves abound?
Are you on terra firma
Or shaky ground?

Unsure of what
Every step may bring?
Or do you not care
About that kind of thing?

Do you like to skate
When the ice is thin
Not sure where it'll end
Only of where you'll begin
Do you love to skate
And just take the chance
No second thought
Not one backward glance

So risk it all
Love or hate
Put your hand in mine
And let's go skate

Half-way in now
Are your nerves starting to fray?
Bitten off too much
At the end of the day

Or are you happy-go-lucky
Still smiling wide
Willing to risk that fall
That comes after pride

Do you like to skate
When the ice is thin
Not sure where it'll end
Only of where you'll begin
Do you love to skate
And just take the chance
No second thought
Not one backward glance

So risk it all
Love or hate
Put your hand in mine
And let's go skate

Slide

When you start
The downhill slide
Is it always
An enjoyable ride?

Do you look back
Up to the top
To the place you were
Before you started to drop?

Do you gaze ahead
At what awaits
Throw yourself in to it
No long debates?

Do you hope it's a short trip
It all flies by
And you're at your destination
In the blink of an eye?

Is the journey what matters
Or your intended goal
Which one fills your
Heart, mind and soul?

For me it's the rush
As you fly down the slide
Know I'm always wearing
A smile that's wide

Swing

Take a trip with me
Fly high
Soar like the birds
And the clouds in the sky

Take a ride with me
Even if it's not your thing
Ditch your favourite
Come on my swing

We'll go back and forth
Race through the air
Feel the breeze blowing
As it messes up your hair

Kick your legs out
Grip tight on the chains
Squeeze what you can
Out of the day that remains

But do you enjoy the back and forth?
All the ups and downs?
Do they bring smiles to your face
Or merely induce frowns

Me? I'm a roundabout man
Through and through
Love to see the world spinning
Provides a different point of view

I'm a roundabout man
I'll stay there till the last
Let's ride the roundabout
Fast, fast, fast