Something happened while you made your plan
You walked the road, when someone ran
While you imagined, turning a bend
someone’s story had reached the end

You never knew you would be so blue
without the world, the one we knew
The sun went down, so suddenly
it disappeared, behind the trees

and the night, gave us a fright
when we were alone, on our own
seeing things, that were not there
shadow dancing in thin air

But the walls came down, at the end of the day
because there were laws that we would not obey

Something happened, unforeseen
by the king,, and by the queen
but their castle, strong and grand
was not built in the sand

and the night, gave us a fright
when we were alone, on our own
seeing things, that were not there
shadow dancing in thin air

Birthwaite Bards
are sitting at a table
in The Lake District
in Cumbria
carefully watching
''Latest Poems'
as they pop up
on Hello Poetry
Outside is a beautiful spring day
workmen in shorts
but Cumbrian poet Keith
says:
“It's not spring yet
until midnight tonight
and if your clock is fast
you are in trouble”

Why do I forget details
some days

Why do some things stay
and some go away

Why do I wonder why
Why do I need to know why

Would I want to remember everyone
and every thing
I have said
I have done
Would I want to recall
and transcribe every flaw
into a book
that could one day be read

Actual happenings
happenstance
hiding behind
a veil in my mind
without intent
not meant to deceive

What is wanted?
a bleeding of veins
allowing it all out
a psychic healing
of sorts

A comprehensive commentary
An exhaustive exploration
of it all

an odd self-audit impulse

infallible me

today the code would not work

and the door stayed closed

I can dance
once in a while
if I relax

I can dance
if instead of a dog
I become a cat

I can dance
if I don’t think of this
or that

I can dance
if I don’t look ahead
and don’t look back

I can dance
if I don’t drink beer
or cognac

I can dance
if I’m not a
nymphomaniac

I can dance
if I’m not good
and I’m not bad

I can dance
if I’m not
sad

I can dance

We think that things stay the same
but we are wrong
We think that the summer will somehow stay
but we are wrong
We always think we'll live another day
but we are wrong
We think that we will never age
but we are wrong
The code for the door didn't work today

How horrid is this love I have for me
and why am I more important than you
When I try to find this me that I see
the phantom flees far off into the blue

How horrid is this love for my body
steeped in sad suffering throughout my life
We humans all pretend to be godly
licking delights from the edge of a knife

How horrid is this love I have for things
that will come and go like dreams in the night
precious possessions of queens and of kings    
who one day will fall from their thrones on high      

Everything shifting like sand in a dune
or a woman’s mood when swayed by the moon