Fool’s Errant

Take leave of this port
It harbours such fools!
Your current-see spends
Though it barely propels
Your voice though it screams
Ever lost in the breeze

Take leave of this port
With tail as a compass:
You move off with purpose
It points to a concept
A magnet that pushes
Until it attracts
'Til the day the poles flip
You may learn to live
You may yearn to live
With a reckless abandon
Of all except hope

Take leave of this port
And a journey of days
It soon turns to years
Of steps turn to leaps and then bounds
Bound off to an unknown frontier
Hidden just beyond
The earth's curvature
Exist newer harbours
With welcoming climates
Where tiniest whispers
They dash out from loose lips
So wind's mighty currents
May deliver them softly
To each and every eager dedicated ear

There will also be fools.

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A Crude Poem

Stung by the dunny gun
What a dumby dumb
As stories go a funny one
*Not* one he could tell his mum
Stunned - wish that it were numb
Wish he'd gone for number 1!

Stuck with a pain in the anus so heinous no first aid kit could tame this, he'll
BRAVE IT
but right now
this Brit can't take a shit

No room for reparations, mate
Just grab the preparation H

One bit of luck
Thank fuck
This ruptured butt:
Though may resemble ass rape
Is only pinot bum grapes
(pinot noir - so there you are)

NOT that you asked
but what may end in farce:
Take a pressure washer to yer arse

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Towers

Towers dwarf me
In a darkened sky
Could I be a brick?
Not by asking "why?"

Stacks of boxed people
A punctured horizon
And caged
Behind glass
With their 'go to work' eyes on:

Double glazed.
Crazed
(Though largely unfazed)

Plugged in
Caffeinated
Incubated

Never paused,
since it never abated
Never to wonder
"Am I milked? Do I hate it?"
Never unfed,
Just un-stimulated (if you're paid it negates it)

Towers dwarf me
I sit on their shoulders
Ents for the space age
As tall but not older

This hobbit still has hope
May legs sprout!
but... nope
They're here to stay
Unless - maybe one day
They emerge from the surface
No more phallic hard-ships
Birthed from the flames
As a Transformer phoenix

Rockets!
Destined for planets
they head out to the cosmos
where they
bloody
well
belong.

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Moving Object

Wheels spin
Trolley trundles
Drivers' blare
At tourists' bumbles

City life: a whirr-
-ling dervish
Meeting Mind inert-
-ial: skirmish?

Calm lake:
always resolute -
embrace the swell
Holey parachute

floats amid the wind

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Root Cause

Rewinding roots: you would surround me;
Slowly, first, and then at pace;
A heart averted from your haste -
So blind - that we would be as one tree

Then ensnared
And unaware
That sacred solitude's contrite
Apology would ne'er suffice
That vain attempts to slip from vice
Would bring a tear to lovers' might

Unwinding roots: you scarce surpris'd me!
Old graffiti on the wall
That stood between, nowhere to fall
And blocked your light from me unkindly

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