Nirvana

When every prisoner is freed

And no longer is there crime or greed;

Nor suffering to man or beast

And every war is brought to peace;

When everyone and thing is free

And grateful for their Liberty;

Hearts and minds will be reborn

And Darkness will make way for Dawn;

There’ll be no fright or need to fight

We will unite within the Light,

That radiates gold from above

Illuminating all with Love;

Then Life will glow in its Rebirth

And Heaven will be here on Earth.

Ebb and Flow

Late September sun so sweet,

Fallen leaves about my feet.

The green has turned instead

To yellow, orange, red.

The air begins to chill

October’s colder still.

Around comes Halloween night

And costumes give a fright.

Ghosts and witches are the sight.

Beware the vampire bite!

Fireworks fill the sky

As November brings the guy

Atop the burning logs

Baked potatoes and hotdogs

Are eaten to sustain

Us from the wind and rain.

Then shorter is the day

As Winter winds its’ way.

Christmas, December brings

Carols, the choir sings.

Thoughts of presents still excites

Christmas trees and fairy lights.

We are full of Christmas cheer

As we celebrate New Year.

January is wintry and cold-

Snowmen with gloves we mould

From deep drifts of snow.

We know they’ll melt and go.

February comes and pancakes flip,

Valentine lovers lock lips.

March heralds the birth of Spring

Warmer weather it will bring.

Blossoms burst forth from the bud

Plants push up through the mud.

Birds break out into song

As ducklings waddle along.

April full of showers-

They’re good for the flowers.

May, the pole is danced around

& the May Queen crowned.

June, Summer has begun

And we welcome the Sun.

July can be so hot

We don’t want to do a lot,

So we spend the days

Soaking up the rays.

We can soak up rain too.

We have our share-it’s true!

But children shout “Hurray!”

They have 6 weeks holiday.

We can visit the seaside.

Go for a long bike ride.

We can picnic in the Park,

Stay out late cos it’s not dark.

August can be a dream

Eating lots of ice cream.

When September starts the rule

Is children back to school.

Late September sun so sweet,

Fallen leaves about my feet.

The green has turned instead

To yellow, orange, red.

It is like ebb and flow

The seasons come and go.

Vlad the Motorcycle Vampire

In a deserted graveyard bereft of flowers Above the tombstones, Vlad towers. A menacing shadow in the moonlight This Satanic creature of the night. From his coffin he has awoke To prey on unsuspecting folk. To survive he knows he must Quench the thirst of his bloodlust. He can transform into a bat, But he doesn’t really fancy that. He finds flying much over-rated. So his mode of transport is updated. A motorbike is found to please And makes his hunting more at ease. So on his bike he sits astride And into darkness he does ride. Don’t go out- no! Don’t you dare! Maidens and virgins- Beware! Beware! To avoid your own blood loss, A stray black cat may your path cross But it won’t bring you any luck Or save you from his draining suck. It’s too much of a risk for you to take, Unless you carry a very sharp stake! On this dark night if you meet this stranger You’ll know you’re in a lot of danger. Once trapped in the glare of his bike lights You’ll fall victim to some nasty bites. Cos only when he’s made you bleed Is satisfaction guaranteed. He is out tonight in rain and mud- There’s no substitute for flesh and blood!

Frida

Lost Frida

I had a beautiful bike and 'Frida' was her name, She had flowers round her basket and jewels along her frame. With coloured spokey dokeys she was a pretty thing And her Bambi bell had a loud and pleasant ring. But alas! They took her by cutting through her locks- I doubt they thought of me when they made off round the blocks. I loved my Frida bike and I didn't want to part- Now they've left a bike-shaped hole gaping in my heart! I wish that by some miracle that she'd come back to me. I'd never leave her outside- she'd be in the flat with me. Even tho' I'd have to heave her up and down 4 flights of stairs At least no crafty bike thief could grab her unawares!