Pure imagination

Pure imagination

On platform five, or platform six

A train pulls in and slows

It’s no surprise to me or you

We’re both in jeans for clothes

We’ll take a walk along the street

At first our words may stall

I hope you’ll see beyond the fact

That I’m not strong or tall

But now it’s time for treats for us

We’ll go have some high tea

And see inside each other’s minds

They’ll speak to you and me

And when light fades and Big Ben beams

We’ll find a nice calm place

To sit with dear Miss Gale and dog

I’ll see smiles on your face

I don’t know if this shall come true

These are just some vague plans

To spend time with you I’d like much

Who knows we might hold hands

Lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action

I’ve charged up all the batteries

And packed a nice cold drink

I’ve checked the sites I think will help

To see some scenes I think

I’ve figured out the best lens

And picked a nice good spot

I’m ready now to take some pics

Let’s hope I get that shot

The lights shine bright across the scene

As generators purr

I hope the light holds out enough

I don’t want pics that blur

A laughter fills a sky that dims

As strangers strike up smiles

The cables for the lights go on

They stretch for miles and miles

A joy to see them shoot these scenes

These times I have grown fond

I wonder which film this could be

My friends it’s Bond, James Bond

Chips and Gravy

Chips and Gravy

The dance in the kitchen

Begins to take place

As kitchen utensils

They shall fill this space

The kettle is boiling

The granules sit still

Awaiting their fortune

To show off their skill

The chips do their own dance

They turn golden brown

As each second passes

We watch the countdown

And then comes the moment

When these two shall meet

To form this great marriage

And make a great treat

Three cheers for this great dish

Where joy does come from

The moment you tuck in

It’s om nom nom nom

St James's Park

St James's Park

The monarchs sit on one side

As MPs sit opposed

This green jewel sits in London’s heart

Where beauty is composed

The deck chairs dot the green landscape

With hampers full of treats

As people use their selfie sticks

That then into tweets

The notes breeze in from marching bands

Across the cool calm lake

The ducks shall swim towards stale bread

With ducklings in their wake

In spring the colours fill the air

A technicolour dream

As daffodils play host to all

The bridge sets out its theme

Stood once did smiley crocodiles

Where now stand ducks and geese

St James’s Park a gift for all

Where you shall find your peace

Friends

Friends

A poem about six great Friends

This won’t be a moo point

They often met at Central Perk

This was their favourite joint

This show just could not BE more great

It’s on when we’re awake

I’m not sure if we did find out

If they were on a break

If when it’s on it’s bound to be

For sure our favourite viewing

And while we watch we’ll say for sure

I’m good, and how you doin’?

Transponster is a job we know

Maurice the space cowboy

If WENUSes don’t come on time

They’ll sure be hell to pay boy

But do not fear the cat just smells

To you I say je te plis bloo

I hope you’ve liked this tribute here

And I’ll be there for you

The Coffee Shop

The Coffee Shop

I'm sat here turning pages

As the words call out to me

As you step in through the front door

You're there in front of me

And as I see you standing there 

A picture of my dreams

The smile you paint upon your face

The best of all the beams

A gentle smile to send a sign

To you I shall return

A walk across reflective floors

The word “hi” comes in turn

The words that called sit dancing there

They call out to your eyes

And tell a tale right to your heart

That I might be that guy

That guy for whom you have dreamed of

Who'll share his love with you

So let’s sit here and call our words

Like tea our minds can brew

Favourite things

Favourite things

A fresh cool breeze, a summer's day

The chirping of the birds

The opening of my favourite book

To read those joyous words

A clear calm night, a full moon glows

The noise of babbling brooks

The tasting of my favourite meal

Which only Mum can cook

The sway of flowers in the wind

The feel of thick warm towels

To leave your windows up at night

And hear the hoots of owls

That feeling when your thirst is quenched

The smell of fresh cut grass

A gazing to a sky of blue

The sun bursts through the glass

These things above I love them so

They fill me with much glee

And all the things above my dear

Are what you mean to me

Vows

Vows

I promise that I’ll cherish you

And wipe your snotty nose

I pledge each morning when I wake

To love you head to toes

I make a pact with you today

To give you when you need

My shoulder for your head to rest

And mop the tears you bleed

I vow that I shall make you smile

And laugh ‘til you can’t breathe

Until the day my time ends here

Your side I shall not leave

I give my word that in the times

When our views don’t agree

That I will give this all my heart

And talk ‘til we find glee

Today we’re here to merge our souls

In front of you I stand

It’s only us we’ll ever need

I give to you my hand

Jigsaws

Jigsaws

You stand right there as I walk past

As our eyes meet in time

This moment sees the world slow down

Our hearts as one they rhyme

I think it was your gentle smile

That drew me into you

It tells me that your soul is good

I can’t ignore this cue

My first words come with nervous tones

I hope this lets you know

That I care much of what comes next

I’d like this time to grow

I find the words to ask if you 

Would like to have a drink

So we can sit and talk and laugh

It’s clear that there’s this link

And then right there we’d feel this joy

Where jigsaw pieces fit

The beauty in each others minds

At last we've both found “it”.

London Marathon

London Marathon

For months and months you worked so hard

Each day you had to train

No matter what the weather did

In sunshine and in rain

And then the date in April comes

It’s time to do your stuff

And hope the work that you put in

Will make it not too tough

A cool wind blows across Blackheath

The sight of all those shoes

The time has come, the klaxon sounds

Desires they must now ooze

The aches, the pains, the evil wall

That voice which screams to stop

It matters not how you got there

If ran, or walked or hopped

The streets are lined, in thousands came

They don’t know who you are

But cheered you on, of you they’re proud

Today you’re all our star