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To My Wife Prue.

by

Fred Mason

Prue woke up suddenly with a start.
"I've just realized." She said with hand on heart.
"It's International Poetry Day."
"Write me a poem to make my heart sway."
So off went Fred ,ideas mulling away in his head.
He brought her crumpets, whil'st she rested in bed.
"What shall i write about,?" He asked,his mind bereft.
"You'd better hurry."Said Prue."Theirs only twenty-three hours left."

Midsummer Moon

by

Fred Mason

Lancelot Moon sat on the edge of the horizon.
"It's a waste of time going up if it's cloudy".He thought aloud.
"Won't bring the romance out in men to make ladies swoon".
'Won't bring lovers together.Won't be enough light to pull a crowd".

Wallace Wind tapped him on the shoulder."I'll help you out my friend".
"A few puff puffs from me and those naughty clouds will scatter".
They soon were whisked away and Lancelot slowly began to ascend.
Soon young lovers were at it again and whispering their lovers patter.

Marilyn's new job.

by

Fred Mason

Marilyn or "HOT BABE" as she is affectionaty known.
Works so hard and is not easily thown.
But today a job offer came her way.
She said "YES...This really makes my day'.

"Soon my artistic flair will be talked about around town".
"I'll be known as the 'Queen of Creativeness'and I'll wear a wearable art gown".

"I'll probably be chauffeured to and from work.And hey,
maybe a three hour lunch would be the order of the day".
"Flowers I'll just plonk in vases made of gold".
"Critics will say things like Brilliant.Daring and Bold".

"I'll always remember the friends who helped me years ago".
"Maybe a cursory glance.A casual wave,or a hasty hello".
"I'll always remember (Freddy Darling) for composing this little ditty".
"He tells the truth you know.I'm in "Happiness City".

Ideas.

by

Fred Mason

Some ideas just float around.
Some bubble to the top.
Some stay on the ground.
Some fall over and flop.

(Clouds that dance in the wind.)
Which idea made me write that line.
Which idea will find a rhyme for wind.
Which idea will deine.

Is a thuoght an idea?.
Is an idea a thought?.
Who knows?.
'Know' idea.

Christmas Eve.

by

Fred Mason

On little Teddy-Bear toe's she crept down the hall.
(A month or two ago she could only crawl.)
She stood in the doorway and looked in awe.
A Christmas Tree with lights and decorations she saw.

The perfume from the pine branch filled the air.
A bottle of beer and Christmas mince-pie on a plate by the chair.
The lounge had been changed into an Aladdin's Cave.
She would always remember the special feeling that the room gave.

Suddenly she heard a noise comming from the fireplace.
An expression of fear crossed here anxious little face.
"Mummy...Was all she could say.All she could call.
Trembling with fear she helter-skeltered down the hall.

"Darling don't be frightened you'll be safe with me".Her Mum said.
As she tucked her little one back into bed.
Dad checked out the lounge to see what made the commotion.
"It's that possum back again dear".he said with relieved emotion.

Maybe I. Maybe.

by

Fred Mason

Oh why do trees...in the rain cry?.
In the rain cry...not I.
Not I...I maybe sigh.
Maybe sigh...well thats a lie.
If thats a lie...pigs can fly.

Lemonade Pies

by

Fred Mason

Two ounces of cuddles.
A bowl full of hug.
Your Teddy-Bear called Muddles.
Your favourite rug.

A teaspoon of giggles.
Two cups of polka-dots.
One cup full of wriggles.
A tablespoon of bunny-hops.

Mix all the cuddles and giggles together.
Add the polka-dots and the bowl full of hug.
With the bunny-hops add a sprig of heather.
Put all the rest in plus your favourite rug.

Leave the bowl on the windowsill for a short time.
And you are preparing for this surprise.
This Poet is struggling to find a word to rhyme.
Before you eat your Lemonade Pies.

My Friend Marilyn.

by

Fred Mason

I said to Marilyn."Has Bruce written a poem for you today?.
"No" She said with great dismay.
"Bruce has the trots you know".
"He has lost his 'get up and go'".
"So a poem for me will not be had,
On this International Poetry Day.I'm very sad".
"Cheer up said i".With a glint in my eye.
"You see International Shopping Day is not far away".
"So heart will be happy and gasy".

Marilyn's New Roadster.

by

Fred Mason

"Toot.Toot." We could see Marilyn smiling from afar.
She arrived in her 'Racing Green'sports car.
Marilyn was so happy she was fizzing with excitement.
"When i sit,it almost cuddles me.Oh i'm so happy and content'.
"It's on the small side so I won't be shopping in ordinary places".
"From now on Darlings i'll shopping at boutiques like Macey's".
"Bruce will be looking at me after a shopping spree".
"He'll think his Little Darling won't be buying much."Yippee".
"But we know don't we.From now on i'll be buying things like silver and gold".
"I'm off now My Darlings.You'll be seeing me more often.Indeed fourfold".

Photos.

by

Fred Mason

They all gathered around and each one found their place.
From within their mid'st Dillon asked"can i pull a funny face?.
"You don't have to ".Cristy retorted.
"Your face is already distorted".
"Just one funny face and i won't ask any more".
Said Dillon,laying down the law.
"Don't be like that".Said Cristy,with a voice that could be heard.
"Your'll end up looking like a dweeb or a nerd".

TORNADO.

by

Fred Mason

Wind...Dust...Blurred sky.
Sheets of iron racing by.
Funnel loops...Bends...Straightens out.
Deafening sound...too loud to hear.
Is this the end?...the end is near.

No time to think...hold on tight.
Roof flies off...sky in sight.
Wall peels away...can see branchless trees.
Hanging on for dear life...i wish the wind would ease?.

On and on ...will it never end?.
Just me on the floor...and the elements to defend.
Then suddenly it stopped...as if to say.
I'll be back ...another day.

What if?

by

Fred Mason

What if... could'nt could.
If... would'nt would.
What a strange old world it would (would'nt)be.
If the reverse was law.You would become me.

I would know how you think.
And you would know if my mind was there or extinct.
Were'd never have to talk again.
Were'd use telepathy with our brain.

Things do go wrong

by

Fred Mason

The last poem i wrote or rather nearly wrote.
Was perfect specimen.It was a poem of yesteryear.
About a knight.A maiden.And a castle with a moat.
It was about brave knights battling knights without fear.

The romance.The exitement and magic was all there.
Then at that moment my computor screen went blank.
I spent time trying to find the curser
Oh where was Merlin when i needed to revamp.

Blindfolds

by

Fred Mason

are you there?.....i'm over here.
i can't see you.....it's because i'm over here.
be more explicit.....over to your right.
should have said that before.....i did.
you ment your right.....i did too.

Blindfolds off.

NOW.........WOW.......

The Fruit and Vege Vender

by

Fred Mason

Fruit and vege's is my job.
I could sell you a cucumber for half a bob.
If it's apples and oranges your interested in.
I'd just get some out'a the bin.

I could show you fruit from the other side of the earth.
Fruit so strange it would never grow in this turf.
If i was asked i could tell you about it's history.
Except the 'gwanda pear',well thats still a bit of a mystery.

Most of my customers i know's by name.
They all know me, but thats not a shame.
We talks about things far and wide.
When they are stuck for choices, i help them decide.

Some people look like the fruit and veges i tender.
I associate them with it if their names i can't remember.
It's been good talking to you,i'll let you get away.
Theirs a queue behind you.So i'll see you another day.

Baby in a pram

by

Fred Mason

There.There GOO GOO......Don't pacify me you silly old hag.
What a sweet little baby......Pull one more face and i'll hit you with your bag.
"I love pinching your cheeks"......Do that and i'll have you up for grievious bobily harm and much more.
"I think his nappies need changing"......Touch me there and you'll be sore.
"He looks like your side of the family"......So i'll end up short fat and bald.
"Tickle.Tickle......It's that tickle word again.I'm not enthralled.

The Quimbo

by

Fred Mason

The Quimbo looked odd as he walked down the street.
A coalminers lantern on his head and snow shoes on his feet.
He always sang the Pumpkin Wumpkin Song.
At the top of his voice as he gaily strolled along.

His friend the Plumbo was walking towards him.
On his shoulder sat a hen.On a lead was a cat called Jim.
They discussed matters of the world for quite a bit.
Together they composed a song.Quite sure it would be a hit.

Just then Quimsey-Quamsey arrived on the seen.
He was tall and jolly and lived in a submarine.
All three talked together for quite a while.
One of them cracked a joke.They all began to smile.

They all held hands and danced the dance of joy.
All the Flisbies gathered round thinking it was a kind of ploy.
It gained momentum and everyone joined in.
The Crombles.The Twimbles.They all had a fling.

BLANK.

by

Fred Mason

Out...Out...Poem, do not hide.
In my mind don't stay inside.
Both rhyme and reason i can't locate.
My minds gone blank.....

The Cure

by

Fred Mason

"I'm cured. I'm cured cried the man with a great deal of fuss.
Out into the street he ran. Got run over by a bus.

Your Eyes

by

Fred Mason

Oh, you have the loveliest of eyes.
A hint of surprise, when you give that look,
as you glance at me from your book.

No words either spoken or said,
can say what you say.Your eyes say more instead.
And when they are closed they are like stars behind a curtain that does shield,
you inner thoughts like trees that boundary a field.

The Urbanization of Albany

by

Fred Mason

Where once fields of apples and strawberries lay.
Where families picknicked and chrildren did play.
Where under summer sun and harvest under way.
Memories of that country life have not gone away.

Now there are bitumen promenades.
Threading their way with houses,shops and pollution haze.
Traffic lights,roundabouts are here and there.
Buildings made of slabs of concrete stand were...
...Once cows did forage in pastures serene.
And of a different future folk could dream.

A Young Lady

by

Fred Mason

There was a young lady whose face was always sour.
She used to say things like."How dreadful.How dull.How dour".
Until one day she was struck by lightening.
And although she found this rather frightening.
It turned her frown.
Upside-down.
And now her face is full of glee.
Now she says things like."How beautiful.How thrilling.How whoopee".

Lorene's Revenge

by

Fred Mason

"This time i know it's not a dream.It's daytime and i can feel the sun on my back".
"And look whats comming down the road.I can't believe it.A pink Cadilac".
"Iv'e just come back from Memphis just to say i still love you Lorene".
"Don't be cruel it must be a daydream".
"This ain't no daydream baby".
"I've just composed this song for my lady".
Lorene watched as Elvis tuned up his guitar.
"Last song i wrote was for my Ma".
"This ones for you honey'.

When the angels in heaven chose a queen.

They said her name would be Lorene.

With white doves flying high above.

And our hearts are filled with love.
"I don't want to hear any more".Said Lorene.Pinching herself again.
"I want you to stop your refrain".
"We'll both hit the road together and our life will become serene".
"Hurry.Hurry before Marilyn comes along and tells me it's all a dream".

My Toe

by

Fred Mason

I looked at my toe.
My toe looked at me.
"What can you see?".I asked.
"I can't see past our knee".It sighed.
I raised my foot and bent down.
"Is that all right?".I asked.
"Your face gave me a fright".Was the reply.
"Put me down straight away,
on the ground i'll think i'll stay".
"You stay your end,and i'll stay mine,
and our lives will be sublime".

Silly Billy's

by

Fred Mason

When the Silly Billy's come out to play.
Logic and common sense all go astray.
It's a time when outrageuos things are said.
And politeness and courtesy is all but put to bed.

"Can you do this?"Said Marilyn,making a face like a Teddy-Bear,
and leaping from the table top and landing on a chair.
"I can beat that." Said Prue grinning from ear to ear,
standing on her head and drinking a beer.

"Oh no you can't."Said Bruce,lying down on the rug and drinking red wine through a straw from a jug.
"I can beat Prue and Bruce at Silly Billy's any which way,
but I'll never beat Marilyn. She'll always be the best Silly Billy, any day.

The Moon and the Mountain.

by

Fred Mason

THE moon looked at the maintain in an questioning way.
"How come i go around and around,but in one place you stay?"
"How come i grow from fat to thin.Thin to fat?'
"It's because you are being chased by the sun".The mountain said."Thats the answer to that".

"If the sun did'nt chase you you'd grow so much,
that all the stars you would touch".
"And your moonlight would become so bright,
that we would have too much day and not enough night".

The Birth of a Poem

by

Fred Mason

In the Waiting Room with both friends and family around.
Waiting.Ever waiting for the first hint of sound.
The sound of a Poem.Poem Number Two.
Waiting.Ever waiting for the first words to come through.

Suddenly there was heard.
A sound. Was it a word?.
No....False alarm.
Something else had broken the calm.

Then it happened.It was all comming out. This was it.The first rhyme appeared.We all began to shout.
More rhymes appeared.It seemed it would never stop.
We all hoped that this was a good one,and not a flop.

Toby.

by

Fred Mason

If Toby were human he would probably be a clown.
Wearing his underpants on his head while sitting upside-down.
Or perhaps an opera singer on a grand scale.
Sharing with others his talented wail.
He could have been a judge with a wig on his head.
Except he never went to school;he played the wag instead.

Toby could have joined the Police Force,and upheld the law.
But stealing from a butchers shop was a major flaw.
Wearing horned rimmed spectacles,he looked very wise indeed.
That was because he was short-sighted.In fact he could'nt read.
He probably would have become a coal-miner and dug all through the day.
Wearing a miners hat to show him the way.

Sky

by

Fred Mason

Clouds,both fluffy and white.
As if suspended on invisable swings and looking quite
like white marshmallows.....Almost too high to see.
And i feel so small here on the ground.i think i would rather be,
Up their, flying like a bird.....
Up their were only the wind could be heard.
Soaring through the wide blue yonder.
No cares in the world.Nothing to ponder.

Sound

by

Fred Mason

I could here a leaf falling to the ground.
A leaf falling to the ground does'nt make a sound!
It does make a sound if there is'nt any other sound around.

Teddy

by

Fred Mason

Teddy-Bear.Teddy-Bear.
If you could talk what would you say?
Teddy-Bear.Teddy-Bear.
You look at me in your Teddy-Bear way.

And with your Teddy-Bear eyes,
oh so full of mischief,
and surprise.

In your Teddy-Bear dreams.
Do you dream of me?
Or dream of honey and danish-creams.

Lullaby

by

Fred Mason

The Onion sang a lullaby to the Plum.
"I wuv you.I wuv you".He sung.
"I can't wuv you back".Said the Plum with a sigh.
"Every time you come close to me you make me cry".

The Thinker

by

Fred Mason

Diagonal

thinker
I think from corner to corner.
I am not a lateral thinker.
I never choose the later,always the former.

It would be easier if my head was square.
I could think with more exactitude.
And any muddled thoughts would be rare.

But as my head is round.
Ideas often bounce to the wrong corner.

And

sometimes

thoughts

are

never

found
Lost

forever

i'll

bound.

Sounds of the Sea

by

Fred Mason

I listened to the sound of the waves that
ever so gently sped up the sand then slowly trickled back.
Leaving it covered with bubbles
that burst and popped,and my troubles
seemed to disappear

I listened to the sound of the gulls that shrieked in their melancholy way,ever circling and diving.and never,never
giving up their search for food.And when they had finished eating they would stand.
Somtimes on one leg with eyes closed,perhaps to sleep.Whil'st would band
together and bully the one who had the food.

The waves and the gulls,are they listening to me as i stand there,alone in my thoughts?.Apparantly without a care.
A poet once said you are never alone by the sea.
Never alone because thoughts are a companion for thee and me.

Submit New Poem

by

Fred Mason

That rectangular white space,
within a short distance from my face.
Beckons me to fill it up with words both wise and true.
But i sit here thinking and thinking of nothing else new.

Life in a Shoe Shop.

by

Fred Mason

"My toes on my left foot are too long".
("Cut the bloody things off you nong")
"Are there any other sizes than this?"
("Can't you read the flipping sign.You must be on the piss")

"Is this leather the real thing?"
("No it comes from plastic cows with plastic skin")
"If my husband does'nt like them can i bring them back?"
("Your wearing them buster.No you can't do that")

"Can i have a stocking to put on my foot.?".She said.
("Where else would you put it?.Over your head")
"Can i have a reduction,theres a mark on it?"
("You marked it yourself, you twit")

"If i buy two pairs,how much would it be?"
("Divide by two after you multiplied it by three")
"Are you still open?"She asked.Pushing open the door.
("No.Can't you see the sign.You bloody whore")

Not quite right.

by

Fred Mason

The timing is good.
The moon is where it should
be. The weather is fine,
and whats more i have the time.

This poem should come out of the womb.
It should spring forth carrying a plume
on it's head, as a King would wear a crown.
It sprang forth alright. Not as a King. But a clown.

Lost in cyber space

by

Fred Mason

This poem was sent hurtling at the speed of light.
Out into cyber space.Out into the cold night.
But something went wrong.
Part of the signal was weak.The other part was strong.

Some words went to the east. Some to the west.
Would they be lost forever?. That would be the test.
Words would be mixed with others. Who knows.
I hope it turns out. It will i suppose.

Trees.

by

Fred Mason

Poplars grow tall enough to pierce the sky.
Plum trees are more subdued and shy.
Whil'st oak trees are more fullbodied and stout.
Hedges are more orderly and know just what they are about.

A home for birds to both roost and sleep.
A place for chrildren to play hide and seek.
Some, their leaves they will lose.
Naked through winter they will cruise.

Veronica Stubbs.

by

Fred Mason

A young lady named Veronica Stubbs.
Had most remarkable taste budds.
Her tongue being more sensitive than most.
Could sense from a mile away a whiff of toast.
Blindfolded she could guess.
Flavours as bland as watercress.

Soon both fame and fortune she had found.
And to her credit her name had become renowned.
But sadly enough she had been putting on weight
All this tasting had caused pounds of fat to generate.
"Oh dear.Oh dear".She expounded.
"My body has become extremely rounded".

"If only i had tasted and not swallowed".
"Into this predicament I would'nt have wallowed".
On to a diet she commenced with great zest.
But after a while,food, she began to detest.
Soon her body became thin and concave.
Doctors began to worry.Her condition became grave.

Upon her death bed experts began to consider.
Veronica's soul would it go to the highest bidder?.
Her heart pattern on the machine began to fluctuate.
The line went from pointy to very very straight.
Electric shocks plied their way.
Then. "Where am i.Where am i?"Her voice did thinly say.

Alive and well and back to normal.
Her eating habits became more formal.
Everything in moderation was her patter.
Strict accordance would stop her getting any fatter.
So ends the story of those remarkable taste buds.
That belonged to a young lady called Veronica Stubbs.

Lorene.

by

Fred Mason

Lorene asked Elvis."Where shall we go tonight?"
Elvis replied."First where'll take a stroll in the moonlight".
"Lorene said."I love your blue suede shoes".
Elvis replied."It helps me get rid of the blues."
"Would you love me tender?my hearts all a flutter"
"I'm all shook up".He replied with a stutter.
"Wherever you are".
"Baby you'll always be my flamming star."
They stood there almost motionless.
Their eyes said yes,yes and yes.
With trembling lips they did caress.
His hand worked it's up her sensuous thigh.
"Tonights the night".Lorene sigh.
The phone rang."Is that you Lorene?".
"It's Marilyn here.Darling,your having a dream".

Detective Angela

by

Fred Mason

Detective Angela answered the phone.
"Help me i'm all alone".
"Theirs someone out to kill me".
"Where are you?"The detective did plea.
"Come quickly i'm Ahhh".Was all that was heard.
The phone went dead. Not another word.
Angela checked the caller I D.
Put it through the computer you see.
Found the address and set off to investigate.
She hoped it would'nt be to late.

Within a jiffy the detective arrived at the home.
A body she found.She was not alone.
Horrible sights she was used to.
But this almost made her spew.
Enough of this she thought.
If it dwells on my mind i will become distraught.
Onward she went looking for clues.
Outside the reporters were waiting for news.
Suddenly she found what she was looking for.
A fingerprint by the door.

She gave the evidence to the boffins at the station.
Who quickly matched the print that was found at the location.
It belongs to a man called Sam McHail.
Only recently released from jail.
Very soon the culprit was arrested.
In court his alibi was tested.
And back to prison he was sent.
Another 20 year term.Time to repent.
Just another day in the life of Angela the detective.
Looking at ways of making offenders lives more corrective.

Marilyn the Rat and the Poet

by

Fred Mason

Marilyn.Bruce.Prue and i were in the kitchen.Cards we were playing.
When all of a sudden a small rustling noise was heeded.
"Hush.Hush"Said Prue."I think i hear a mouse praying".
Bruce immediately lifted his feet."Where is it?"He pleaded.

"It seems to be coming from the welsh-dresser".Said the Poet.
Marilyn explored the area."It's not a mouse,it's a rat".She said.
"We have equipment to catch a mouse"Said Prue."But not a rat,would'nt you know it".
"It's dark in that corner"Said the poet."We'll find it or my names not Fred".

THe Poet and Marilyn with a trouble light on a cord,led the way.
"Only the brave go forewards".Marilyn Bravely stated.
But the Poet was clumsy,tripped and collided with Marilyn,halting all attempts to enter the flay.
The bulb was smashed and all their efforts abated

Orcades Igneous

by

Fred Mason

Dear Orcades Igneous,
Your dream of a house so spacious.
Is now a reality and not so audacious.
Our next step is for us to meet.
A few forms we need to complete.
And when all things are said and done.
All will be well with everyone.
You will have a new home-the end of your mission.
And i will have a bonus as well as a fat commission.

Yours sincerely,

Prue.

Bum

by

Fred Mason

There was a young lady from hotton.
Who had a most remarkable bottom.
It was so large that on it's eastern faces; farmers could plant a crop on.
But when she sat down on the toilet she was always spot on.

odd

by

Fred Mason

There was a young lad from the other side of town.
Who instead of dressing normaly,used to wear a night-gown.
People used to tease him in a way that made him frown.
"By jove".he said,"I'll never live this down".
"Tomorrow i'll wear lots of lipstick,baggy pants and look like a clown".

Fast

by

Fred Mason

There was a man from Timbooktwo.
His name is Karla Marzoo.
He thought he was the fasted man in the country.
Until he met a man from Timbookthree.

Henry

by

Fred Mason

There was a man called Henry who built his own house.
But because he was'nt a good builder his house looked rather grouse.
He said he was 'King of his own Castle'.
And if any one said otherwise they were an R...Soul.

My Wish

by

Fred Mason

Darling,dearest darling.
Would'st thou walk a pace with me?

Would'st thee hold my hand?
And be my fancy-free.

We'd walk down Lover's Lane.
Through the dappled light.

On that old log we could sit.
And put the world to right.

The scent of sweet hay.
Would put magic in the air.

In each others arms we'd be.
Snuggled together without a care.

Over the style we'd go
And end up by the stream.

On the bank we would lay.
And time would stop, it would seem.

Poem (help me i feel poorly)

by

Fred Mason

My poem looked pale.
It said it's lines felt a little stale.
I took it out for a walk in the fresh air.
Did'nt do it a bit of good.Said it was'nt fair.

It wanted to do new things.
Wanted to float around on butterfly wings.
Said it was bored with life.
Had enough with trouble and strife.

So i took it for a flight in a plane.
It loved it so much it wanted to do it again.
Then a holiday by the seaside.
The salty air.The sounds of the sea.A donkey ride.

My poem looked better now.
It did'nt have a heated brow.
It was happy and contented.
It's well being was now firmly cemented.

Clear Form

by

Fred Mason

I writes some words down.
I looks at them.If it makes me frown,
i Clear Form.

Again and again,
it happens.I just can't explain.
i Clear Form.

This will not go with that.
That will not rhyme.So
i Clear Form.

But once in a blue moon.
Something happens that i just can't exploon.
i Clear Form.

The letters seem to meld together
before my eyes.
Mostly nonsense,i surmise.
i Clear Form.

Then all at once it seems to gel.
Words intermingle.It's a hit.
I Submit.
(What the hell.)

New Poem.

by

Fred Mason

It say's Submit New Poem.
But there's nothing new under the sun
(i heard a wise man say.)Words just keep on flowing,
but is this the one?
Can't be.It must have been said before.
(Said before)i do implore.
I shall compose something that
is so boring and flat
no one will own up to.
No one would dare to do.

Stammering Sam

by

Fred Mason

Stammering Sam.
Was no ordinary man.
He wanted to be a parachutist and fall from a plane.
He wanted to be able to do it again and again.
But because of his stammer.
His dream,went under the hammer.
Instead of counting one-two-three-.
"OOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE"Said he.

Mixed Emotions.

by

Fred Mason

The turkey and the kangeroo.
got together and had a great hullabarloo.
Their offspring were soon born.
Their parents looked forlorn.
The kangerturk.
looked a bit of a burk.
With both feathers and hair.
It could both hop and fly,---so there.

Summertime (meditative)

by

Fred Mason

Tiny purple butterfly's dancing just above the stone's on a hot metal raod.
Tall grasses entwined with wild flowers bobbling their heads
wlth the gentle breezes.
Down the gully is a band of singing frogs.Croaking their way in their own froggy mode.
Across the gully everybody was lounging around doing as they pleases.
Lazy fluffy white clouds sitting up there in their invisable chairs
The faraway drone of a small aeroplane exploring the sky.In the field a stallion gambolling with a group of mares.
Under the shade of a weeping willow tree five heifers lie.
A small stream languidly stretches out towards the bottom of the valley.
Dragonflies hover just above the water.Darting this way and that.
There is stone wall with a stile where lovers used to dally.
A small path leads to the small homestead.The door is never locked.
There is a welcome on the mat.

Super Hero Dream

by

Fred Mason

Tarzan was swinging from tree to tree.
When his telephone rang.Who could be?
"It's Robin Hood here.I say old chap,
were having a meeting of Super Hero's at our flat"
"Who else is coming?"Asked Tarzan.
"There's SuperMan,Biggle's,Jesus Christ and SpiderMan"
"And many, many more"
"Oh please come i do implore?"
"I'd love to come,but can i bring Cheeta and Jane?"
"Sure without them it would'nt be the same."

They all arrived at the flat at the centre of town.
Jesus was swopping yarns with Eric the Red and BO Bo the Clown.
Alaric the Goth was chiding Alexandra the Great,
about his last mistake.
Richard the Lion Heart was singing with Buffolo Bill.
Fryer Tuck and Bill Clinton were sitting on the window sill.
When all of a sudden i heard a voice say."Wake Up Fred".
"It's time to get out of bed"

Ice Man

by

Fred Mason

Five thousand years ago he did die.
Five thousand years ago he did sigh his last sigh.
What kind of life did Ice Man enjoy?.
What kind of reasoning and what thoughts did he employ?.

In a day in the life of Ice Man.What did he do?.
Maybe a hunting he would go.Some meat for the stew!
A trader ,maybe,and travelling both far and wide.
Maybe skins and tin,and trinkets he would have plied.

A village he would have lived in that used reeds and sticks.
Sticks for the walls.Reeds for the roof's.They had no bricks.
Their meat would have been smoked so it would last.
Vegetables grown in the valleys;suppliments their repast.

In the summer games they would play.
Their voice's.How did they sound?.What would they say?.
Where they at war?.Did they live in peace?.
So many question's.They will never cease.

Speling.

by

Fred Mason

I can't spel,thats the truble with me.
I thinke i cam, butt, i can't ewe see.
A line i rite.I cheque it owt.
It looks awlrite.But it's now't.
The longer i spend making shore it's goode.
I know's it's a shood'nt and knot a shood.
People have tole me if i spoke like i rote.
The shok of it wood give me a stroke.

Raindrop.

by

Fred Mason

rain

drop clings

to leafless branches

Rainbow colours it enhances

On a spiders web it slowly slides;

downwards ever downwards. Slowly very

slowly waiting for the end strand of cobweb.

It reaches it's destination without any damage or

any loss.Coldness sets in.Soon icicle's they

will be.If the wind blows now they will

be safer.Their colour changes as

they get colder.No more are

they clear.But frosted

like the snow.When

tomorrow comes

who knows

what.

Boring

by

Fred Mason

Boris was boring.
That's the simple way of putting it.
Even his snoring
is boring.His friends think he is a twit.

They say that he could bore for his country and thats not all.
Boring for the world would be well within his call.
His clothes are all one colour(Drab).
His voice is a monotone that drives everyone mad.

But,one day an apple fell on his head.
A little strange he was after that, it was said.
(Boring)was gone.(Exciting)was here.
Even his voice changed.Normal and not queer.

The Prognosis

by

Fred Mason

"I've got bad news for you."Said Dr Sweet.
"The results have come through and things look pretty bleak".
"How long have i got?"Asked Mr.Twee.
The doctor answered."You'll be dead tomorrow at a quarter-past three."

Mr Twee said ."I'm out of here.Got things to do and places to see."
Out of the surgery he raced."Ive got places to do and things to be."
He was in so much of a fluster he did'nt know his left from his right.
"I've got to get organised so i can deal with my plight."

Panic set in.his heart pounded so fast.One leg went this way, whil'st the other went that way.
He looked at his watch.Time remaining.Exactly one day.
"Things i've always wanted to do."He mused.
Ideas raced madly in his mind.But he could'nt get enthused.

Then as if,in a calm in a storm.
A brilliant idea was born.
He punched the bully that used to bully him at school.
He threw paint over the teacher that called him a fool.

"It's payback time,"He said with glee.
"I'll get my own back on everbody that annoyed me."
He spent nearly the rest of his life getting even with old foes.
"Why did'nt i do this before,goodness knows."

Soon after that he was so tired that he fell asleep on the floor.
All that exercise.All that effort.He could'nt stay awake any more.
He awoke only to find it was a quarter to seven.
"I'm either on borrowed time ,or i'm in heaven.

The next day Mr.Twee went back to the surgery.
"It' well after a quarter past three and i'm still alive you see."
"There's been a bit of a mix up in the lab.A bit of a upset."
"Your not going to die.Upon that note ihave no regret."

.....Fun.....(Kno rools.).......

by

Fred Mason

Peeple shood b abal 2 rite the way they wants to.
They shood b no rools to help them git through.
poetry shood b everyones thing to do.
And not fore hinterlcts the likes of ewe.

Hevery common peerson cood b a poet.
Wether ore knot they noet
ore doe'nt.Awl fings being =, above board an good. I shood'nt b sirprized if i wus maid lauriate.I cood....

Spider

by

Fred Mason

"There'a spider on my leg".
Said little Ned.
"It's a great big one too".
"Look it's heading for my shoe".
I'm glad it's not heading the other way,
i would be in deep trouble,i would say".

Chef

by

Fred Mason

Bruce is a chef of the highest degree.
Has cooked for kings and the Earle of Dundee.
But he never eats his own food."I only taste
to see if my condiments are pure and chaste".
"When i'm hungary i eat with my Mullar Thurger
A McDonalds hamburger".

Oh Dear

by

Fred Mason

Dr.Marilyn said.
"Sorry darling,i've cut off the wrong leg".
"You see,brandy, i'd been drinking,
and your other leg i cut off without thinking".

"It's not because your my mother in law".
"It's not because those things you said used to stick in my craw.
"It's not because you said i could'nt boil an egg".
"It's none of those things i've said".

"But i'm all ready to put things right".
"Your other leg i'll cut off tonight".
"Now, i know you won't feel complete".
"Your shorts will be your longs now.Is'nt that neat".

In Ruins.

by

Fred Mason

An old brick chimney stands alone,
The garden long since neglected and overgrown.
Some flowers still remain...
Memories!trying to retain.

Like this for fifty years more or less.
Only the scent of memories to caress.
I wandered were once others had been.
Overgrown by wild flowers,quiet and serene.

Just what had happened?.I did not know.
Only that it was destroyed by fire,the evidence did show.
Sometimes i can imagine how it used to be.
A small cottage with dinners flavours wafting from the chimney.

Poem'ed Out

by

Fred Mason

"I'm just plain "poem'ed out".
"I have a blockage in my creative spout".
"Maybe all it needs is a little inventive oil".
"Perhaps a bottle-brush to clean out the melancholic soil".

POEM. (Cake)

by

Fred Mason

Into the mixing bowl.
A handful of sentences.
A muddle of comma's and full stops.
Some words that just may or may not rhyme.
A main subject idea.

Just pop it into the minds oven for a while. Timing is irrelevant.
When it is ready it will come.
Under cooked,or burnt it will come.

Interuption

by

Fred Mason

As distant as a dot.
As large as alone.
It matters not.
...............
"Got to go now, that's the phone".

Old Age

by

Fred Mason

Who will die first, you or me?
I'm in quite a dilemma you see.
You might look all right last thing at night.
But be stiff as a board in the morning,and give me a fright.

WE take bets on who will'KARK' it first.
On whose 'life bubble' will burst.
Whether to set the table for one or two.
Oh my, oh my, it's such a to-do.

We don't plant trees or shrubs anymore.
We'd never see them out. Thats for sure.
It's plants like radish's we now grow.
They're up in three weeks.They're not too slow.

WE can't walk very far.
Were too old and frail.We go by car.
But in electric wheel chairs were supreme.
Were the fastest in the world.We're 'champ'eme

Elephant.

by

Fred Mason

If you find an elephant in your garden.
Don't say "I beg your pardon".
Give it cucumber sandwiches and lashings of lemonade.
Then hand him a hoe and a spade.
Both hedges and trees he will trim.
Gardens and lawns.As neat as a pin.
He will eat all the trimmings with great zest,
leaving you fertilizer for the vege's.The very best.
When all the work is done.It'll be time to say goodaye
The elephant will thank you, in an elephant like way.

MIST.

by

Fred Mason

Mist...a changeling island in the sky.
Flat...Level...Like egg white in a pie.
As daisied meadows to a hillside cling.
Images of candyfloss to me bring.

Born in the early morn only to expire before noon.
This greyish white nothingness,will,soon,
vanish 'neath sun's warm gaze.

Tree trunks and tree tops are all one can see.
Veiled by mist.Indefinitely.

M...I...S...T.

The Race

by

Fred Mason

Faster and faster ran they.
Past anybody that was in the way.
Over the hill and along the straight.
Using all the energy they could create.
With the finnish line in their sight.
They ran with all their might.

The roar of the crowd was all they could hear.
As the finnish line drew near.
One last effort.One last stride.
The winner was full of pride.
He lay on the ground,his heart pumping like mad.
His chest heaving in and out.Not to tired to be glad.

Etched in stone.

by

Fred Mason

Time does not always heal as it moves on alone.
Some things are still etched in stone.
Nor hate or tears can erase from my mind,
Is there rhyme or reason for me to find?

Best Phone Rates EVER!

A voice from the past.

by

Fred Mason

Iv'e heard a voice from the past.
Fourty years ago i heard him last.
His hair has gone.He said.
My hairs still there,but white instead.

Old class mate's we talked about.
We'll meet again,i have no doubt.
I'll know him by his cheery smile.
Friends we'll be until the end of life's mile.

Mr. Pennyfather.

by

Fred Mason

There was a teacher called Pennyfather.
Who in our class caused quite a palaver.
Between the desks he would pace.
Checking that we were in our rightful place.

When poetry was on the agenda.
He would recite 'Ode to a Greacian Urn'for us to remember.
Little idioms he had, used to make us chuckle.
When angered he would finger his belt buckle.

'Penny-Daddy' was his 'nick-name'.
Or 'Penny- Farthing'. Now it would be rather tame.
Larry Flood would hide under his table.
While Pennyfather was reciting a fable.

M******.

by

Fred Mason

Shes not my friend any more.
She stole something that i used adore.
From now on i don't want to know her name.
And i don't care if i never see her again.

Upon her, my friendship i did bestow.
And now her 'being' i never want to know.
I'll take her to court on a charge of 'Seduction'.
And make her pay for my lifes reduction.

Separate.

by

Fred Mason

She's coming over tonight.
Will the inevitabe happen?
Whithin my heart will she delight?
Or will it follow the same old pattern?

Will we go our separate ways?
Separate lives. Separate thoughts,Separate time.
Separate stories. Separate plays.
Or we two, become one...I would feel fine.

Early Morn.

by

Fred Mason

The leaves glistened in the sunlight.
Dewdrops Like jewels hung like crystals,
that gently swayed in time to the breeze.
The mist had just ascended revealing all this,
All this and more.Now i have time to explore.

New Start

by

Fred Mason

Come forth and surender.
Beckoned the mountains in their splendour.
Live with us, with our trees and streams.
Live with us, and live your dreams.

SLEEP TALKER.

by

Fred Mason

The names that you utter in your slumbering dreams
Are the names of the ones you love... It seems!
And now you love someone of the same gender.
The one you always ran down and i defended...Remember?

Prue's new sports car.

by

Fred Mason

'Iv'e found the car for Prue'. I said with glee.
'A powder blue B.M.W.......Z3'.
'Hurry, ring her up and tell her quick'.
So over came Prue lick iti split.

Both she and Matthew on a test drive did go.
'Give her the gun'.Said Matthew.'See if it's got some toe'.
Prue came back with a smile on her face.
'I can now beat my tart friend Marilyn in a race.

The sale's man said.'There's another $4000 less to pay'.
'You see,we put it on special yesterday'.
'Make it mine'.Said Prue.
'It' a decision i'll never rue'.

innocent

by

Fred Mason

dying rabbit
trembling
grass- crimson
askes
why me?

i
who
have done
nothing
but be
here.

mixed feelings

by

Fred Mason

this(part
of
me...dying
this(part
of
me...breathes life
both
sadness and
bliss...strange
bedfellows!

life's riddle.

by

Fred Mason

oh why
do
birds upsidedown
fly?
clouds
in the
water...not in
the sky
words in
the air and
not
in the mouth
both happiness and
saddness
held
within the
soul
locked in...locked in.

why...why...why..why...why..why...why?

by

Fred Mason

in the quietness
of night us
alone
no one in
sight.....
you said
you DID
in the
broad of
day and people
around
you say
you DIDN't
is it your pride?
your
face
to save
why..why..why.

Life is like the sea.

by

Fred Mason

like life,
is the sea.
( sometimes calm.
a sleeping giant
stiring, sending
gentle waves to
caress the shore.

( nightmare's send
gigantic waves that
hurl themselves against the
cliffs,leaping high in the air.
foaming in their fury.

Wedding Anniversary

by

Fred Mason

Oh,happy anniversary dear.
It would have been our thirty-eighth,this year.
But now you have got Marilyn, your new mate.
You sleeptalked about her most nights until late.
Oh, you must remember waking up talking to me.
You always deny everything darling...To a T.

Even her husband thought she had gone the lesbian way.
Dressing like a man. Bisexual. Gay.
Both you and she frequent lesbian bars.
Driving there in your 'gurly' sports cars.
One day you'll both come out of the closet and say....
"Will you marry me?'Perhaps! a lesbian wedding in May?.

One and One make Two.

by

Fred Mason

One and one make two
Two and one makes (three.
Odd number is three.
Take away two from three
and your left with one,
and thats me.Another odd number.

Soccer

by

Fred Mason

we went to go play soccer,
when we say a big stocker,
we asked him to play,
he said noway,
and then we got to go play!