English Poems From Robin

Rooms The sourest room was coastal. Stank of the sea The landlord was a lascivious OAP The happiest room was bare Of all but the merest furnishings Its windows, all that stood Between me and the bens And the pine-fresh fragrant air The coldest was a wintry urban bedroom If you interrogated the door It would tell of a doctor's regular coming and going Of a child's hacking croup In the season of ice and snowing The last was a room in a field The empire of the red admiral butterfly Where the woods were the walls And the fair skinned oats stood shining Under the vault roofed sky I am a Poem I am a modern poem I am not punctuated I'm open ended Some sides are serrated A mouse crawls out and in Between the lines The perforations he chews Afford the reader A kaleidoscope of views The Keep Fit Pantoum Houmas, avocado, lettuce, sourdough Chicken fajitas, salads, crudités Keeping fit is deadly serious Lycra hugs a jogger's flexing haunches Chicken fajitas, salads, crudités Earl Grey hydrates weary sweating walkers Lycra hugs a jogger's flexing haunches Each step's counted, calories as well Earl grey hydrates weary sweating walkers Body's a machine to calibrate Each step's counted, calories as well Swimmers make waves in the azure pool Body's a machine to calibrate Houmas, avocado, lettuce, sourdough Swimmers make waves in the azure pool Keeping fit is deadly serious Broomhall House Step through a portal into the past Rub shoulders with history Study the wondrous things that last Of Scotland's legacy See the home of the family Bruce Set in a vast estate Ten minutes by road from the rolling Forth Tryst place for the good and great Dunfermline Abbey owned the land Where the mansion's founds were laid The Abbey holds the body of Bruce His sword's in the House displayed The library has a priceless hoard Paintings are grand and rich A grand piano polished like glass Played by Benno Moiseiwitsch A fireplace in the dining room Is made from the marriage bed Of James VI and Anne his queen When they were newly wed Board meetings, statesmen, launches This House has hosted all Nobility through the centuries Fit venue for protocol Here's the architectural kudos To reel film makers in Seat of the Earls of Elgin With Parthenon casts within A sweeping road by pastures Which many may inspect Joggers, walkers, wildlife With grazing sheep unchecked Step through a portal into the past Rub shoulders with history Study the wondrous things that last Of Scotland's legacy Tiger Shark: The Garbage Can of the Sea Eighteen feet long, it weighs a ton With its stripes and can opener teeth Its range of foods is incredibly wide All that's above and beneath A barbie doll, fur coat, licence plates An entire suit of armour Are some of the things gone down its hatch Isn't this shark a charmer? A chicken coop with chickens inside Unopened tins of fish Rubber boots and porcupines Make for a tasty dish A bag of money. A camera Car tyres, pet dogs, a goat Bats, rats, birds and turtles Have all gone down its throat Metal, plastic, fishing gear Octopi, seals and snakes When the tiger shark sails through the sea It's full of junk and steaks The Munch Bunch Pea protein, or deep fried Mars Bars Spirulina…fish and chips? Chlorelia….doughnuts, butter Flax seed….rowies, chocolate dips Oat chai latte….English breakfast Kail and ginger…syrup sponge Mango, lychee….chocolate cake Peppadew peppers….lean rump steak Child of the split I want my life back I was shoved through the door to a new Unwanted life Ripped away from my former friends As if someone had smashed the compass of my world I know every letter in The depressive's alphabet Please let me raise the wreck of my yesterday Let me at least keep memory intact The ghost of the family Before it was dropped and shattered Colour association shows it all Red-bleeding, yellow-supporating Gangrene -green blue-bruised A palette for the trauma of the split The Floral Dance Bluebell, celandine and clover Dog rose, meadowsweet and cornflower Foxglove, knapweed, mint, cow parsley Nightshade, primrose, ox eye daisy Violet, buttercup, snowdrop white Ragged robin. Bees' delight To sip the nectar from the flowers Buzzing through warm, drowsy hours Daffodil and orchid gay Spread their scent seductively Harebell, heather, vetch and thyme Make moorlands and woods sublime Finding Alfred Hitchcock through his films Always Tell Your Wife What you've done in The Pleasure Garden The Mountain Eagle saw it all And what happened to the Lodger in the London Fog? Did he lose the Ring? It all went Downhill After he left The Farmer's Wife with her Easy Virtue Champagne and Blackmail go well together An Elastic Affair ended in Murder! In The Skin Game Mary advertised the special cream Rich and Strange, called Number Seventeen And who could forget Waltzes from Vienna? The Man Who Knew Too Much walked down The 39 Steps when he became a Secret Agent Sabotage takes place amongst the Young and Innocent When The Lady Vanishes at Jamaica Inn Rebecca was a Foreign Correspondent When Mr. & Mrs. Smith fell under Suspicion The Saboteur without the Shadow of a Doubt Escaped on a Lifeboat Spellbound by the Notorious Paradine Case The Man Who Knew Too Much Uncovered the Family Plot Dialled M for Murder Marnie ripped the Torn Curtain In a Frenzy to find the Topaz And To Catch a Thief The Trouble with Harry Was that he was The Wrong Man He took Stage Fright and suffered from Vertigo From the Rear Window North by Northwest Strangers on a Train Spotted The Birds I Confess Admitted the Psycho As the Rope slipped round his neck Honshu Honshu a Japanese macaque Escaped from a Highland wildlife park Keepers chased him with darts and nets Drones followed him after dark Spotted in Speyside wily, free He gained worldwide celebrity Ravaging birds' supplies of food Star of facebook news, TV Lured at last by a Yorkshire pud Honshu, caught and secured for good Cento one What was he doing the great god Pan? Talking of Michaelangelo Watching the woods fill up with snow Where swallows travel to and fro Where, o where did he go? Far, far, how far? To the old lost road through the woods? He took the road less travelled by A lone road, a bit of rain, and a drenched guitar Cento Two Who could tell what the next moment would hold? What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow? How warm the wind must blow! The Moon was but a chin of gold When fast by Philip's farm I flow For men may come and men may go So I'll cry Tally ho! Cento Three Slowly and sadly we laid him down All in the valley of death And saw the stars millions of miles away And saw the future and the universe All in the valley of death Cento Four Breathes there the man with soul so dead Who never, in just spring When the world is mud luscious Can lie down and sleep? Does the road wind uphill all the way? Wishbone My brown eyed beautiful son I should have flooded your sight With orchards and meadows, Your ears with the rhapsodies of singing larks Your Aprils with snowdrops and crocuses Baby without blemish or wrinkle, Even a sparrow builds a safe nest for its young But I gave you a sky without stars A road full of weeds and pitfalls I should have known When I snapped the wishbone with fate I got the stump, the future did not bode well You inherited a dish of sour fruits And misery in spades. My brown eyed beautiful son I should have flooded your sight With orchards and meadows, Your ears with the rhapsodies of singing larks Your Aprils with snowdrops and crocuses