In a land filled with wibbles and wobbles,
And creatures that bimble and bobble,
With a flip and flight,
In the soft moonlight,
They all dance the globbedy dobble.
Tag: Poems and Lyrics
Haiku
Dew-kissed web shimmers
Intricate lace of morning,
Life’s fragile whisper.
Echoes
In the heart’s cavernous depths, we find our pain,
The ghostly echo of choices, no less vain.
Regret, you are the bitter harvest reaped,
A quiet, ceaseless pulse, in silence wept.
Our youth, like a wild dream, once held us close,
On unmarked trails, we sought our joy’s repose.
Yet now, spectres of memory us deceive,
In daydreams woven, and the silent eve.
How acrid is the flavour of time lost,
Of love misplaced, and words by fear embossed.
A melody shattered, an untuned bell,
Mirrors regret for the tranquility we fell.
Today, we are but players in life’s masque,
Bound to yesterday, in sorrow’s icy clasp.
A Man from Colchester
There once was a man from Colchester,
Whose love for baked beans did not falter.
He’d cry out with glee,
And with a cheerful “tee-hee”,
His blow-offs would sound just like thunder.
The Magic Doughnuts
In a land of whimsy and glee,
Where laughter’s the currency, you see,
Lived a baker, rotund and round,
Whose doughnuts could never be found.
As he kneaded and mixed with flair,
A pinch too much of enchanted air,
The doughnuts grew, enormous in size,
Bouncing away, oh what a surprise!
Children giggled, pointing with glee,
As doughnuts leapt from bush to tree.
The baker chased, the baker sighed,
“Doughnuts, oh doughnuts, come back, don’t hide!”
But the doughnuts were sly, playful and spry,
They eluded his grasp, soaring high in the sky.
One landed atop the mayor’s hat,
It jiggled around, then comically sat.
The mayor, cross and doughnut-crowned,
Spun on the spot, then stomped the ground.
At last, the baker devised a plan,
To tame the doughnuts—yes, he can!
With a net in hand and a twinkle in his eye,
He leapt and caught them, oh my, oh my!
One by one, he brought them home,
From rooftops, treetops, and a garden gnome.
The townsfolk cheered, the baker beamed wide,
With doughnuts now happy to stay inside.
Their mischief done, their journey complete—
They nestled in boxes, for a sugary treat.
Eternity in a Glance
Upon the stage of dreams, your love does gleam,
Each glance of yours, a star in twilight’s veil.
Your voice, a melody, a radiant stream,
That within my heart does stir a lover’s tale.
Your eyes, twin galaxies, deep and grand,
Each time we meet, they ignite my soul’s light;
In your embrace, all earthly fears are banned,
Eternity captured within your name’s sight.
Yet love’s not merely passion’s fiery trance,
Its whispers shared under the quiet moon’s light;
Your laughter is the rhythm of my heart’s dance,
In each shared moment we set the dark alight.
Your love is the poem that gives my life its worth:
Our story, the most beautiful on earth.
A Dull Moan
“Don’t die growing up,” a dull moan groans,
in a voice lost long ago.
Life is the moment, not likes on a page;
Not social mind games, labels or names;
Not hypnotised by snake eyes,
in disguise.
The Scar that Burns
A flame burns its might in a crystal ball –
In your warm gaze;
In your gentle glow;
Simmering over now, above
and below.
We can heal our wounds:
With every caress,
You lay on fire,
Your heart to undress;
In our arms
We find our peace –
A place where we
find our final release.
A spark ignites the night;
It’s in your tender touch
that I find my love,
your comfort and trust;
It’s in this moment’s flame
that we can heal again:
The scar that burns.
Within the Night
I was lost alone in the night
wondering where to hide –
There’s no method to my madness,
I was struggling in my sadness;
But then I heard a voice saying
“love is here for you”,
There’s someone who cares for you;
You were born not waiting to die –
Give in to the love for you.
In the deep hazy mists I could see her:
I melted away in one breath
As our eyes met, within death.
A Hundred Lies
Born in chains, fed to the grave:
A one-way trip that leads to nowhere;
The sound of silence that never rests;
A chest that aches,
An endless quest.
You said you loved me –
A hundred times you lied;
Your words were lies:
I gave you my love for a hundred lies;
Your lips move, the truth has died.
Robert Walker 