ROONASPISMS

Not many can
Nor even Kenny man
Roonaspise the spoonarism,
Fin act
Vits dirry efficult
An embal verbalism.
To prite wrose
Is turry veff
Bat I'll bluv a hast,
Rooming spinarisms
Fin oetic porm
A boem pats lilt to thast.
Hay sello froo Ty mends
Betty Swollocks and Mary Hinge
Chust jange frack to bunt
Shodd ames nor fure
Queely stright range
Qut bot nite Cupid Stunt.
If pou yerk out the woem
Hith the welp of Patty Shinty
Dell wone, clou are yery vever,
Gerty dusset smill wile
And spool yoonaspise roonaspisms
Or feva end ava.
Phil Hall  October 2014

THE MEANING (OF IT ALL)

There are times
When I consider
The meaning of it all,
The fact is although
6'2",
In reality
I'm incredibly small.
Why was I put here?
Why was I made?
Like an ant
Running in circles
Or a single grass blade.
I've existed
And breathed the air
For decades and a few year,
I've loved, lived and laughed
Shed many a tear.
Heard so many tales
As different heads spoke,
Voices of wisdom
People I've respected
And some I've wanted to choke.
I suppose its advancement
To fly planes in the sky,
To take us to nice places
And broaden our horizons
Before we all die.
We have barbaric beheadings
In the name of religion
And the threats of a tyrant, Putin,
What is the meaning of it?
Where do we begin?
On the one hand
We discover cures
To treat life threatening disease,
And the other holds a gun
And forces people to their knees.
I'm sick of this planet
And its selfish fools
So I await the makers call,
Because if death and destruction
Is the meaning
I don't want part of it.... At all.

Phil Hall  September 2014

FOOKY NEL

I once knew a girl
They called her Fooky Nel,
Was that her real name?
I really couldn't tell.
She'd wear tiny T shirts
And shorts as short can be,
Bouncing and jiggling like jelly
As she sexily walked past me.
My eyes were laser guided
Following each and every curve,
Cars honked their horns in unison
She even made some swerve.
She left nothing to imagination
Her goods were fully on display,
I'm sure even the local priest
Would pray to have his wicked way.
She bent down in the supermarket
Causing gasps in the dairy aisle,
Her tiny shorts were so indiscreet
I'm sure her lips did smile!!
Its then I found out her name
As the admiring ranks did swell,
Because her gasping, sweating admirers
All called out "FOOKY  NEL!!!!"
Phil Hall  September 2014

TRANQUILITY

The night sky
Starlight falls over all,
Butterfly wings
The heavens arrayed
In powdered
Fragility.
The inky void
Hides my
Insecurity,
And I think
Of you
Shall we walk
By the sea of tranquility?
Like a bee
Staring toward the flower
I want to unite
The seed of life
With you.
Years of banality,
Heading aimlessly
To finality
And then you came......
We danced under
A hunters moon,
Its light scattered
With languid dexterity.
The pages of life
A scrapbook
They unfold before us
Dazzling and immortalised,
We learn
We love
And the ocean laps our feet.
I lack the temerity
Yet you reach
For my hand,
A fallen angel
But wearing
A smile of the purest sincerity.
Hands reach out
Parting the silken drapes
My dreams become ours,
You walk within my mind
Stroking my intensity
Drinking from the well
Of my absurdity.
My salvation complete
Feelings replete,
Empathy, never sympathy
Your tiny footprints
Guide me to the waters
Of the sea of tranquility.
Phil Hall  September 2014

PARADISUS IN TERRIS

Paradise found
New sacred ground,
Overgrown
Unfenced, yet ours.
We'll walk
We'll talk
Holding hands
We plan under the stars.
Terris sound
We'll sweat our pound
Together
Our labours love,
New life sown
Spirits flown
Our success
Blessed from above.
Our paradisus
What she gives us
A hope
A future bliss,
Feelings strong
Heat and birdsong
This Englishman, his strength
All from a single kiss

Phil Hall September 2014

VANILLA SEA

Alone
She lay,
In a sea of scented sorrow.
Lonely
A vanilla world
Amidst the silent trees,

Forlorn and forgotten
Head bowed
In dulled acceptance.
The fragrance
Of sweet summers
Of harvest and bounty,
Mask the pain
And the loss
Her remains, a shell.
Vanilla sea
where no waves stir
Upon the oily swell,
A honey trap
All silvery beach
And rod like boughs.
Alone
She lay
Her body anointed,
The little ant
Forever entombed
In the depths
Of the Vanilla sea.

Phil Hall  September 2014
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LOVE LIES DEEP

Love lies deep
In many a grave,
To the sunshine denied them
Upon flaking epitaph displayed.
For millennia, surging lifeforce
The seed of life transcends,
The unity of free spirit
It never, will never, love without end.
Juliet still waits
Throughout time for her song,
Cleopatra, with asp in hand
Eons of love so strong.
The warmth of desire
Like night preceding morning,
Yearning passion, love burns
Immortal and infinite dawning.
Diamond hewn from the rock
Rare and pure, unity to keep,
Eternal ring, golden glow
Bound in spirit, love lies deep.
Lovers caress, their kisses strewn
Like confetti or falling leaves,
Gaslamps shine on secret liaisons
Desperate need in fogbound eaves.
Love lies deep
Etched in the trunk of trees,
And transmitted by satellites
Across distant seas.
Tears of joy, or even pain
Moistened memory on diary page,
Throughout time, always the same
Love lies deep, whatever the age.

Phil Hall  September 2014

AWAKENING DARKNESS

Darkness comes
It comes to us all,
Slowly, no remorse
Creeping and slithering
A winter calling.
Seasoned eyes
Survey the harvest ball,
Fiery breath over silhouette tree
As 'Smaug' ignites the fall.
A time to lose yourself
Within oneself,
Mist in the air
Faltering health,
Demons and angels
Heavy sea swells
The awakening darkness
History tells.
Bountiful fruits
Amongst the funeral suits
The horn of plenty
Lay in orchard sack,
The toll of the bell
Heralds the men in black.
Death watch beetles
Crawl, waiting in the slime,
Although the son of man
All starlight and tinsel
Was born at this time.
The lights go out on the world
And still stories are unfurled,
Awakening darkness
Under slate grey sky.
Let me die
Let me live,
You think I've much to give?
The crop is harvested
Batten down
Winter frown
All around now just
Suspended in frost
Or dead.

Phil Hall  September 2014