Beware of a van stealing swordfish,
warned the worried police chief.
But nobody believed a word he said,
a swordfish was a thief?
...
I met a flying tiger,
with flaming, orange wings.
It hunts the flying deer,
and other aerial things.
...
I woke at dawn,
mischief in mind.
Some dragonflies,
I had to find.
...
Suffer not in silence,
the words of fools,
their spiteful tongues.
You are loved,
...
Why does the light seem brightest,
just before it fades and dies?
Why do the waves rage highest,
at the breaking of the tides?
...
Swallows on the wing-
the heat haze hovers ghostly,
the dog lays panting.
...
Fairground rides and joyful laughter,
toffee apples and chocolate sweet.
These are things that pale in comparison,
to our love, whene'er we meet.
...
Stone still, amidst the reeds, boots dressed in stinking mud,
breath fogging in the iron cold air.
Unmoving he sits, a vigil, a game of chess, hunting,
his foe unseen, changing the rules at a whim.
...
He plays football for the Rovers,
he has control and he has class.
He is dynamite at shooting,
he can play the perfect pass.
...
Seconds streaming by,
lost, all time in vain.
Disappearing instantly,
like tears in the rain.
...