Love in a Field

Love in a Field

There are those who shout at the top

of their voice in a field

Do not leave me here

Others copulate without eating

I have driven my fast car to a field

But never had any luck

It is on my bucket list

I have insightful memories

All incomplete without her

Maybe we can make a field of

our own in bed

She tempting and delicious

I, prattling on about motor mechanics

I wonder if my children will love this way

Holding on to the fort

How beautiful her hair looks

in the wind

It is a ritual prescribed for love

To hitch it up in a field

Born Free

Born Free

When first I watched the film Born Free

at the cinema

I did not think of Africa

But down my way Tufter Road

Where squabbling folks acted like

Chimpanzees at a tea party

And Snakes shuddered in the kerb

at a shinning new car

I did not know the sun rose over

a holistic sunrise

I did not think Africa was anywhere

certain

I watched Elsa the lioness and thought

my dog was more bad-tempered

I receieved no Black History lessons

at school

I was the only child attending of

different origins

Perhaps they were fooled in thinking

I was white

I now think of Africa

With its vibrant colours

And oceanic cities

And lions kissing like customers

at a brothel

I now go where Elsa left me lonely

Looking back my heritage is Born Free

Where I first escaped

Poets

Poets

I like so many Poets

I squabble at the point of reference

Update a word I cannot remember

Or change and put in the filling cabinet

under P for potential

Only love is maybe So So

Not so important the poem yet

important the poet

I like so many poets

Love dabbling with women

My dry eyes duped into

thinking these poets are fine
But that's another love story

God's Stuff

God's Stuff

What is the matter with God

he is never where he should be

What is the matter with the Devil

he is always over at our place

What is the matter with the Angels

They are always deep in thought

about whose next

What is the matter with the Saints

They are always handing out

formal comlaints about people's dwellings

What is the matter with God he is supposed

to be on my side

But all I have is this blank space and a

fluffy cloud

Who knows where he's gone now

He is not here on earth