RIP Neil Armstrong

Neil Armstrong,
To the stars you now belong.
A million years hence, of you no hint,
Save on the Moon, that first footprint.

Was Icarus insured?

You're chasing the Sun
Wax melts; policy mis-sold
What a bad air day!

Esteamed locomotion

The purr-wheep echoes
Across the valley's stillness
Steam locomotive

or do you prefer

Vapours billowing
In esteamed locomotion
We love a choo-choo

A crisp evening

Sounds of the country
Drowned by crunch crunch crunch of crisps
In a pub garden

Pie Shop anecdote

Bradley Wiggins
Annoyed the French more than Mrs Miggins.
Riding off with the Tour de France
and cycling Gold, given half a chance.

Romantic night out in Larkhall

She desultory
Shallow and celeb-obsessed
Feels he love or lust?

Heart operation

Hammers strike heart-strings
Feelings muted then unleashed
Pianoforte

British Ariaways

Aria evokes
Emotions but memories
are of a crass ad

Études that elude

That moment of loss
Hearing music that moves you
Its name eludes you

The Rose and Crown, Larkhall, Bath

Dim lights relieve gloom
Dark wood paneling and bar
Denizens murmur

Mike Oldfield

Mike Oldfield
Reeled when his tubular bells pealed.
Too long exposed at Glastonbury,
The one year it was so very sunny.

Bath's Rec

Recreation Ground
Re-create Bath's open green space
for all not the few

Observations in the Roser

Local saloon bar
Three ladies with passes out
Crave one more bowl chips

Miss Anastatia Rugg

Miss Anastatia Rugg,
In high dudgeon and thick fugg,
Sued for breach of promise the baker
Who Mrs Hawkins wouldn't make her.

Water off a Duck's Arse

Michael Phelps
Having webbed-feet helps
When winning eighteen gold medals
With every stroke barring back-pedals

Stop the killing

Breeze blocks as headstones
For Syrian innocents
Killed by tyranny 

Great Britain

With Olympic Gold
and the Monarch's Diamond
Britain's again Great?

Limpic joy

Our Olympians
We love to watch them win gold
Pleasure shared by all

The Shard

Telly from London
Tallest tower swathed in cloud
Wakes Shardenfreude


Inspired by this sight, which is becoming all too familiar