I’d Rather Be in Bridport

Wib Wab… Wib Wab… Wib Wab say the wipers in the rain
Amongst the symphony of drops on the window pane
And when the big drops splash on the roof above
There’s something quite nice about the rain I love

I see some folks go rushing by
To the local shops or just somewhere dry
umbrellas held firmly against the day
As they hurry and scurry along their way

I’d rather be damp or a little bit wet
Than snug and dry on a holiday jet
I’d rather be in Bridport in the rain
Than a sun kissed beach in sunny Spain

There’s something quite lovely about the rain
And I’d rather be in Bridport than sunny Spain

 

You can see and hear this poem on You-Tube

“I’d Rather be in Bridport”

 

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Is It Too Late To Be Writing Poetry?

I’m tired and I just can’t stop yawning
It’s stupid o’clock in the bloody morning

We will just have to wait and see
If it’s too late to be writing poetry?

I really need some divine intervention
perhaps an elixir of lyrical inspiration

I drifted and snoozed and finally slumped
and only woke when my head got bumped!

Perhaps a surgeon would do instead
To remove this keyboard from my head

Ever Been On Your Own?

 

“Have you ever been on your own?”

“I was at home alone last night
Watched football and the big fight
Ate popcorn and drank some beers
Went out… I was bored to tears”

“But have you ever been on your own?”

“Went to a party with lots of folks
Hung out with some regular blokes
I guess you can tell by my tone
I didn’t like them so I felt alone”

“But have you ever been on your own?”

“When the house is empty, my friends all gone
The trash has been cleared, the cleaning done
I guess sometimes then I feel alone
Like a dog who has lost his bone”

“When you have sat in your sacred space
And sent your mind to your special place…
Slowed your thoughts till there’s nothing there…
Breathed in and out with clean fresh air…

When you have seen that lake in your minds eye
Full of pain from all those tears that you didn’t cry
When you have sat upon that lonely shore
Then and only then, and not at all before…

Then you can say you have been on your own!

And when you return from that mind’s recess
You can say out loud with no fear of redress
I have traveled far and I have traveled wide
But the hardest journey was the one inside

…and when I did that… I was on my own!”

Peter Roe – August 2001

T’was The Night Before Christmas…

It was the Night Before Christmas and with the click of my mouse
I had turned off the lights throughout our wired house
We don’t have a chimney so in case someone cares
The kids had hung stockings on the backs of their chairs
They’d gone upstairs early and rushed off to their beds
To dream of tablets and consoles which spun in their heads

And Mother in her Pyjamas and I stuffed in mine
Had demolished the mince pies and drunk all the wine
We were in bed watching the telly and having a natter
When out in the garden there came such a clatter
The lights were switched off so I took a swift glance
Through a crack in the curtains to see whats askance

There in the moonlight in the middle of the lawn
Sat a fellow in a red suit looking lost and forlorn
He seemed to have dropped something he was groping around
And he was trying to retrieve it without making a sound
After fumbling and stumbling he located his sack
And he swung it quite high and over his back

Now the garden was dark and it was getting quite late
and I’d locked all the doors and padlocked the back gate
So I wasn’t quite sure how this round fellow in red
Had landed in our garden and got me out of bed
So I put on my slippers with the holes in the toe
And descended the stairs to confront whats below

I unlocked the back door with some trepidation
And went outside to the poor fellows consternation
He was rounded and chubby and stretched out his suit
And he had this red hat and a white beard to boot…
He was most apologetic and “I’m Sorry” he said
he was embarrassed, his cheeks were quite red

I said “Don’t worry old fellow we will sort you out”
So I unlocked the gate so I could let the chap out
then up the side passage I showed him the way
But stopped in my tracks when I bumped into a sleigh
I suddenly realised this was no drunken lout
But the real St Nick who was out and about

He spoke to the reindeer gave reassurance and chat
Then straightened his suit and re-seated his hat
Then Saint Nick came up and said “I’m not sure…
why my Fat-Nav brought me to your back door.”
I said “Its probably the software on your particular device
or it could be electronic caused by the snow and the ice…”

It was clearly apparent from the Fat-Navs display
That its outdated software had caused this delay
I updated all his software using our wire less device
And made sure his antenna was free of snow and from ice
He climbed gratefully on board his updated sleigh
and shouted “Donner and Blitzen… Up up and away..”

and as he flew over Bridport and away out of sight
He said “Merry Christmas to all and Blessed Good Night!”

Peter Roe
All Rights Reserved
December 2016