Mr Book Started talking to me Reading the many books pages It was a mystery to me Reading through his glass monocle

Repeat TV Spoke about The spew spun out We all try to shut it out Yet, the TV does shout If you missed it the first time

I often visit myself In the graveyard of my soul Buried in the deep cold ground My pure self is found Trying to escape

The lighthouse What lies beneath? A triangle of deceit Floating in the deep ocean As if, captured in a fishbowl

Blood shot eye The wind whistling The bins banging The storms just ahead As the ground shakes

An eclectic mix Who are all vying for their face to be in the big pic The eccentrics have so many wonderful faces

Brainwashed A splitting headache too Split in two Red and blue My head might explode

As I stretch out, my welcoming hand To hold your loving hand You are just within my grasp I cannot reach you yet

Playing with a football in the street Kicking the ball at my feet The graffitied wall Today’s goal Header scored! One Nil Oh what a thrill!

A storyteller am I I tell many stories of poetry I do not take a penny Every line I write Is worth more than money

Fortunes untold A brave new world unfolds The same rain still falls The wonderful flowers still grow The sky is still blue

2022, we had such high hopes for you Reality put a sledgehammer all the way Slicing brutality through

It must be Christmas American Christmas movies on TV These American movies are so cheesy They are sparkly and bright

As I walk through The valley of psychedelic toadstools Like Little Red Hood As I walk through this daunting wood Thank goodness No wolf

Ready steady go! Only days away from Crimbo The Elves race to tie those last minute ribbons and bows

A picture of Christmas past But not the very last A vintage postcard Rudolph, Santa Claus’ guide Through the drifting snow

The race to see clearly As we visit the Opticians yearly Blinded by the light Can you see the little light dot? Up Down Side to side

As I contemplate An alien floating in outer space As he meditates He naturally elevates As he takes his Buddha stance

Does the world stand still? The frost and fog overkill Falls like a dark silhouetted shadow Brings gloom and doom Only light relief

The Naughty Elves were having too much fun On the toy production line The Elves had drank far too much Mulled Wine