After Another Dusk

She's gaining, oh let her
Crawling on the cold iron. 
Gonna race the peril thin time,  
are you,  silver thread, are you?

Eat not you nothing, but shocks. Is it all? 
Like a slave does she listen to pilot. 
Curves, lakes, even tiny guy falling's
huggin' yeh, don't they?

Thousand souls, nowhere but in you. 
Even the funny Johnny returning to mum.
Aunt Alice waittinna see him. 
Breaking wheels, greeting Master.

Her loco pushed and puffed on an echo, 
"Hurry girl, you're late. Gotta rush now"
Wheels whirling, trunk trembling, 
made her way pushing silly moaning air.

"Jane,  chaircars delay? " exclaimed
her uncle Iree. He creaked away south. 
He's confused in middle of tracks n' chaos -,
"you broke my shoot, my compensation?"

"Jane,  you gotta halt, Fred' crossing junction"
Again and again she's late
Annoyed and spitted looks at him, 
poor Fred's busy with mails to east.

Somehow the tired coaches and long tail
settled beneath trench of platform nine. 
Hurried by Master, ran and whistled. 
Oh, few miles ahead.
Headaches to be a good girl, oh.

Quakes on earth, she rushed to pace.
Final destination, and ends her voyage. 
Many are home,  the far stretch's her home. 
Thinking of the compensations, screams the shrub.

Not Much Sand Left

Wasn't it yesterday my
delicate golden egg hatched ?
Wasn't it past hour m'boy
spread his fur like feathers ?

You've no voice to halt his days
Oh! But you've got. Physicians aren't you ?
Why him ? Why not me ? Why indeed ?
Withered death's wicked deeds, wasn't it?

Where's she gaining whole day ?
The grim gaunt games of time.
Moth eaten day ahead. Ostentatious!
Glory's going. M'boy'll leave any day.

Death's not the worst enemy.
Life without love is barely living.
Have I promised prolonged breathe ?
It's in my hands, my breathe. Yeah.

The egg shell's rotten. Sparrow's broken.
Nest is now a grave. Death, he resides.
Time, the serpent, crawling. Where's her hurry gone?
Because infant sparrow flew away, into the deaths of air.

Knitting the day

She hid beneath the wall
And creeped down shack's soul.
Hanging from enormous roofs
Does she knit her dreams.

Riding on the withered wrecks,
Gliding by the silky threads,
She made her way to make her day
To knit for more, to knit, fill the pots.

Eight ways to knit to hunt.
Eight stack, yet wet not to bend.
Eight pots to fill a day, that
Ate her very day and night.

Knitting up to bridge the times.
Knots webbed the very room
Mazing space, trapping pace.
There came a rumbling, oh cought.

The very shack echoed another voice
"Where is she? It's been so late"
Hoping for her come, waits some pots.
It's so late. And late, she was.

How to get one good mum

Maxime ma'am says moon is mum of stars.
Molie says "mum made me mocktail".
Wicked Wompey wants his mum gone.
I wish I had a mum.

Joe, why do you say she's worthless ?
But I've told that she's greatness.
I've had not had that special gift
I wish I had a mum.

Dad, why do you say loads don't have ?
Mrs. Davey says all do have!
Even my puppy Poper plays with his mum
I wish I had a mum.

Uncle Tom in tomato stores
Says he sells all and all.
I'll get my best in coming term
I'll get my dad to buy one good mum.

Where is it ?

It was before a decade, before a rain, before a breeze
There was a princess, a fairy, a delight
There came a breeze while she was before the door
She wore her huge hat, took off to the bog

Through the bog down the hill, she went.
And reached the lake, her head bent
What seen in the water was an awe
She saw herself and said "wow"

Years passed, she grew older fast
She wore her huge worn hat and took off
Through the bog, down the hill, she went
Into the lake, with roo-matiz, her body bent

What seen in the water was a big fish
It flapped is fins, like washing sins
The fish blurred the scene
"Oh, where is it?"," And what is it? "

They lady haven't slept that night
Thinking of the big fish ? Fright ?
"Is something lost ?"
"Or is it a ghost?" She wept

Again and again she went
Years and years went
Fish was growing larger
Fish was swimming wider

There came a breeze, she was before the door
Last maple leaf fell, autumn came
But didn't reach the bog. Oh!

A Journey to Past

Half a sixty years, I lived
No use for who loved
Nor for the world that fought
Thus no problem if cought

It was ten years ago
I was a graduate to go
With a medal of gold
To serve for the mankind of the world

Peeping at the interview board
Gliding through imagination of goal
Then it was after a winter and a summer
Neighbour of mine found murdered

As I wasn't involved I was released
But people didn't believe
I was fired were I was hired
And I left my family, tired

"No jobs for murderers" they shouted
I decided to work for pennies and roamed
"You would kill us, go away from here"

I left later started theft
But didn't get cought
Struggled and fought
Lived, but no one to love
I will live, if I can, will love