Ken e Hall Poems

The picnic blanket spread down upon the ground
On a grassy verge high above the sand
All our toes wiggle so free, with sunshiny tea and cakes
Radio playing with the sound of an old jazz band
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The echo’s of beatings and abuse
Seeps thru the bedroom walls,
I wear the skin of your life inside me
Festering wounds,
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I was born in the land of Xmas pudd, fish’n’chips and grass so green and lush,
One morn I stole a teacake and was grabbed, slapped and sent to jail
E'bah gum the judge exclaimed you’re off to the land of the bush,
A farmer’s lad to Portsmouth I was sent, the next wind and tide we set sail.
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The wolf stalks in sheep’s clothing,

Surviving on the juice of complacent fodder
A sneak step forward for terrorist’s terror,
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To vote the man into the oval’s chair
Wisdom’s choice would be a copy of Fred Astaire,
Not as silly as one might think,
Every step he carefully planned for a rightful link,
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I wish you were a chocolate truffle with a galliano centre,
I wish, I wish, I wish you were a chocolate fudge oozing with caramel,
Your essence sends shivers down my spine,
A feast for my sences so devine.
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The moonbeams spear
Sporadic forest webs
Playing with light peeling the
Shadows from the forest floor.
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Hoppity Hop with a
Stick thin withered leg,
Lucks dice threw the grip
From the feline’s jaw.
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Over the rainbow bluebirds scatter,
Nothing's there to really matter.
A shaft of light born of love,
From the womb of life
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