Isn't it transparent
how the water always looks the same
- life is wet!
Still, the tap (US faucet) gets stuck at times
tight, stiff, trapped
a spanner (US wrench) may be required
for the loosening
But once it flows again
it flows again, until
the return of the indifferent drought
Some days a mere trickle
- barely enough to keep a body alive -
other times, the cursing and
the yanking
And days when the correct tools
cannot be located
- borrowing takes place,
the quick fix
Other beverages are available, of course
but they lack the purity, and the clarity
of the haitch the aitch and the oh
I went for a walk with an Aardvark
In a forest of beer bottle trees,
Entranced by their gentle swaying,
Hanging and clinking in the breeze;
And I found a top spanner bush
Growing at a convenient height
And me and my friend the Aardvark
Settled down for our boozy night.
We sampled the pale ale and bitter
Then the stout the mild and the pils
Organically brewed with such care
To avoid any hangover ills.
And my Aardvark danced a jig,
Accompanying himself on a lute
The wind blowing through the bottles
Providing a raw wild sort of flute.
We discussed the ways of the world
Each providing our original views
On such as the Albigensian heresies
And the standard of reporting the news.
Then a bell rang through that forest
And a voice rolled in my head
Its closing time for the winter
And I woke up alone in my bed.
I sprang from my sheets with a zest
Had a quick burst on my tambourine
Before cleaning my teeth with such energy
On my oral hygiene machine.
I ate toast and two eggs for my brekkers
With a selection of blended fruit teas
Hungry from my walk with that Aardvark
In that forest of beer bottle trees.
Harken! blasts of thunder
pressurised magma sears
Pyroclastic hearts collapse
a spanner jams the gears
Distended fiery fissures
augur unquantified fears
Cataclysms bring rupture
down path’s not very clear
Aneurysms bursting veins
popped drums burning ears
Brain function touch and go
haemorrhage out red tears
Earth ripping itself asunder
black raw ground appears
Man plugs his inner wounds
holding on to love so dear
By
David Kavanagh
There are abilities in disabilities
So shun idioms that mock any form of disabilities
I know a fellow that has his physical frame unbalanced
And his head obliguely and disingenuously referenced
With slash reference Oriogbade may look dowd
But his wisdom these disabilities couldn't shroud
I hail his sense of humour for being so superb
And the philosophies canned in his proverb
The lessons in life are lives themselves
Oriogbade taught us to believe in ourselves
There shouldn't be such idiom again as turn a blind spot
For Oriogbade, his proverbs prove that he's a hotshot
Should there be someone that can help him to the top
I mean someone that can give him a leg up
Like those who brought him on air to grease his wheels
In order to fortify his resolutions against future ordeals
Oriogbade will be a recreation in the movie works
With his disposition he won't be a spanner thrown in the works
As he begins to breathe with profit and from his wrenches unclench
May he never be clenched again to go back to the trench
Putin's finger lingers over the device
That activates the bomb
Against the best advice
He teases with aplomb
Shall I, shan't I
Oh, this is kind of fun
Power Hungry Putin
What have you done?
You are inhuman, a monster, not a man.
Those astute Ukrainians
They threw a spanner in your evil plans.
Who would have thought
An insurrection would last so long.
Has this taught you,
That your plans have all gone wrong.
Can't you see the destruction?
And the carnage you have caused.
Don't you think it's time you started to live by the rules?
Are you losing confidence and afraid of losing power?
In the distance, can you hear the sound of victory?
From the Ukrainians, as they get closer by the hour?
Stop the blackmail and the constant lies
If you press the nuclear button
Everybody dies!
For two weeks o'er Christmas; let's straighten the bend, or flatten the curve
Lets just get on the mend.' Give amazon and others a holiday space
And more Important yourselves' just step off the goods race
For there's two weeks of freedom, maximise it and how'
Hit percentage throw a spanner
Explore a new kind of WOW.' Take the freedom on offer!
Its that time of the year, take from the takers'
Lessen your debt, cancel fear, in only two short weeks
Look upon it as done, it will lessen your burdens
It could be pure fun.?
Spend much less, use some reason; look' don't be a debt cow!
Push coersion to the roadside, flatten the curve, that is starting now.!
I went for a walk with an Aardvark
In a forest of beer bottle trees,
Entranced by their gentle swaying,
Hanging and clinking in the breeze;
And I found a top spanner bush
Growing at a convenient height
And me and my friend the Aardvark
Settled down for our boozy night.
We sampled the pale ale and bitter
Then the stout the mild and the pils
Organically brewed with such care
To avoid any hangover ills.
And my Aardvark danced a jig,
Accompanying himself on a lute
The wind blowing through the bottles
Providing a raw wild sort of flute.
We discussed the ways of the world
Each providing our original views
On such as the Albigensian heresies
And the standard of reporting the news.
Then a bell rang through that forest
And a voice rolled in my head
Its closing time for the winter
And I woke up alone in my bed.
I sprang from my sheets with a zest
Had a quick burst on my tambourine
Before cleaning my teeth with such energy
On my oral hygiene machine.
I ate toast and two eggs for my brekkers
With a selection of blended fruit teas
Hungry from my walk with that Aardvark
In that forest of beer bottle trees.
A spanner in the works
I have dislike of all royalty who stole the people's land
Their acolytes were given titles to ensure their loyalty.
Privileged aristocracy, the guardian of transformation
Modern days robber baron is a continuum to be sure
The people walk alongside gilded horse-drawn carriages
Cap-in-hand, wave flags and accept their lowly life.
You may rest awhile if the trek be tough,
Grab a breath when the terrain is rough;
Let the oars have some respite,
And the rower fresh viands bite.
But the going must anon continue,
For time tells motions of the brave
(According to lores heavens gave) ,
Shall all forever subdue the earth;
And man's toil shall win him mirth.
Pull your ear from naysayers' sigh
That affirms that man forever can't;
Keep the company of them that try;
Dwell in the fold of champs of hope.
Remember it's no crime to slip a cry
If bristles of fate spanner your heart;
Allow a tear if straining be too much,
But through all remember this part:
You must ever keep on keeping on!
Nothing has ever successfully stood
In the bold path of a determined man,
Who keeps walking despite the mood.
The world lacks case of one who tried,
And was the object of his zeal denied!
Give ear all that hear the spoken word,
For none like this has ever been heard -
The esoteric code that rules the world:
That you'll have to keep on keeping on!
The electrician’s pliers
Shields him from live wires
And a final baptism with Satan’s fires.
A mechanic’s spanner
Is his goddamned banner
Dropping him his daily manna.
At the carpenters shop is his treasured hammer
Which begins the entire drama,
Into existence hitting woodwork of Glamour
The judge’s wig
Adds to his being big,
Justice sometimes seeming an election to rig
A poor man’s poor health becomes his curse
And when his wife isn’t a nurse
Continually translates into a dryer of purse.
Someone reached out
and asked me
Have you any tool's ?
A question to which i replied
Are you trying to be funny
or facetious
Why apart from me the greatest
tool of them all
So much so it's become my nickname
As i am both a spanner and a nut
and the box
People dig out to use when
in need of release and temporary
fix to plug a shticky connotation
A sort or sense of D.I.Y for those
who can't help themselves
That some feel sorry and pitty
for but deep down i appreciate
As without it or take it away
from me what else would i have
to live for
This is me this is my life but
granted it's not a life for everyone
myself included
But i haven't come across a tool
in my many box of tricks to fix
or repair the few littke nuts i
still have left
Guess something's like bridge's
we're never meant to be fixed
or crossed
Otherwise there would be
1 tool for everything and
only 1 box formed in the
shape of a coffin
Make An Exception
This is what I want you to do. Make an exception because this is ME. I want you to make an exception each and every time. I'm unique and not like the others. I'm no sheep or herd animal. I reserve the right to be an exception. This is my personal right. And I'll use it every time.
Don't group me with the rest. They are them and I am ME. There's a big difference there. If I want to listen to gothic rock music, I will. No crap boy bands for me. If I want to send a story about fixing cars to a cookery magazine, I will.
It's me who got the ladies all hot and bothered with a 22MM spanner.
Because I'm the exception. Not the only exception, the actual exception. My full tattoo coverage confirms this. As does my harsh words when life get tough. Do I want to be perfect? No. Maybe you all should be. Then I'm even more of an exception.
You need me because
I have my own spanners,
And I am always on the lookout for loose nuts,
I also know where the best bolt holes are.
You need me because
I can be that spanner in the works,
When vested interests take over the floor,
And others head for the door.
You need me because,
I graduated from the University of life,
When my parents were on the faculty,
And took that responsibility seriously.
You need me because I have lived long enough,
To learn from my mistakes,
I have few vested interests,
Now that I am semi-retired.
You need me because,
I know how to cut through red tape,
Have the time to stay on hold,
Until it is my turn to speak up.
You need me because,
I know the consequences when loose nuts go unnoticed,
When there is no one with a spanner in sight,
And all work grinds to a halt.
meandering thoughts
a hyperactive net prowls
after the spanner
woven holy cloth
a hyperactive dog prowls
barking in the night
5/23/19
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beamy afforest
a tame, creepy cheetah calls
after the spanner
4/13/19
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