"Prelude to a Fantasy Life" (Entry 536)

He stood on parapet,

staring out at verdant rolling meadows.

Farm workers plower fields, the start of the season.

He sighed as he turned to look beyond the cliffs

to see the sparkling surging sea.

Glistening azure as the sun rose on this day.

He love this country.

His country.

Commanded all he could view and beyond

to the green deep oceans that lapped his island.

A jewel which would have never existed,

if he hadn’t been born.

"Ask Questions of Queue" (Entry 413)

We take our places in the queue. 

Hoping it leads to something new. 

Unexplained situations? Too polite to ask.

Being coaxed to perform unknown tasks. 

Nation rules and laws, we follow. 

Easy to govern, with a future hollow. 

What? Where? Why? How? All forgotten. 

When and who? Us and now - society's rotten. 

"Country Colours" (Entry 404)

Cerise bows to taste the spicy wine

Cooled by verdant meadow. 

Cobalt washed the tears away. 

Crack on, to plough parched fallow. 

Champagne heads bent to hear the whispers of a

Charcoal captured shadow. 

Cleft then dance an air fandango

Collected and interlaced to increase the violent tempo. 

Cause laser beams to laugh,

Create then split the lightning tableau. 

Chase the colours, race the hues,

Caress the spectrum of the rainbow. 

"Wake Up" (Entry 293)

I woke.
Broke.
Can't smoke.
More rain to soak.
Enough to provoke
Just normal folk.
You know - a bloke.
Wear invisible yoke.
A stab than a poke.
Feels like a joke.
Hidden beneath the cloak,
Truth unspoke'.
Law invoke.
Rights revoke?
We're choked!

"Discovered Country" (Entry 181)

Mapped out before me.
Everything in its place.
Known beyond the back of your hand.
This discovered country.
This home.
My land.

"The Long Way" (Entry 171)

Meander on the slow walk.
A day where you don't need to be any place but
here.
Bask in the laziness of the hours.
Take the long way round to nowhere special.
The best destination in the universe.

"Postcard" (Entry 142)

Dear You.
It's me.
The weather's been hot.
Been doing this and that and not a lot.
Been eating loads and drinking beer.
Quite a nice country.
Wish you were here!

"There" (Entry 129)

I hadn't expected a surprise,
As I stood there with bright full moon eyes.
We stepped off the plane,
Queued up by the chain
and entered back to these lands.

I hadn't expected a surprise,
For when we left there were no goodbyes.
But there you all were,
The hello'ed shouts all a blur.
We're glad we are back in your hands.

"A Question of Paris" (Entry 115)

There's a city somewhere called Paris.
I think I heard it's in France.
I wish I could go. I wonder how far it is?
Let's go and play and dance!

"InTent" (Entry 34)

It was our intent,
to take our tenting,
and go Big Foot hunting
(and a bit o' camping.)
On tenterhooks,
we put up our tented houses,
and tentatively struck the fire,
that was our actions and desire.

It was intense,

in a tent, 

as we trembled in our sleeping bags.

But little did we realise that
the flames enflamed the beast's best ire.