Poem ~ Hay ~ 29 Sep 2019

Hay

Farmer Sam lost his glasses
and couldn't see too well
but work must go on and on
there was hay to bring in fast
and time wouldn't hang around long.

His old hay bailer rattled and groaned
meandering along the country road
past sheep, cows and hedgerows
to the paddock of hay to harvest
nicely dry now where it grows

The hay looked a little funny
as Sam couldn't see too well
but on with the bailing he goes
slashing the field like an army
and spitting out bails in rows

Then loads them all on a trailer
and tractors them back to the barn
which fills to the rafters
and into the loft 
but two dozen more remain afters

As his garage had fallen down
the house would have to do
as an extra barn for the keep'n
of bails of hay for the winter
keep'n the sheep from bleep'n

With a wish to clear the house
Sam decided to put some hay out
to which the sheep took a like'n
unlike ever before in the past
they chewed that hay up like light'n

Sargent Barks was driving past
wondered why Sam's sheep were jump'n
old ewes bouncing like lambs
weathers had an odd glance
and something quite odd with the rams

Knocks on Sam's door to inquire
about his sheep being real odd
when the odour seemed hazy 
made him wonder out loud
"Is this straw make'n your flock crazy?"

The drug squad came and took the lot
in the house at least
and set out a watch for a crim
to catch the planter of grass in Sam's hay
that made his sheep happy to the brim

Longbottom drove by real slow
and then took off real fast
chased by the cops with siren blaring
drove into a ditch by the bridge
and was caught for his grass and daring

But the barn was round the back
still full of hay with a flavour
so Sam wonder'n what ta do
in case the cops came back
decided he was in a legal stew

A sleepless night beneath the Moon
sparked a bright idea with the dew
and as Christmas was about to show
Sam got out a long roll of ribbon
and wrapped each bail with a bow

Drove round all his neighbours
and emptied the barn
by sharing with all a bail of hay 
and after nine trailer trips
trundled home to reflect on the day

Delighted with the secret gift 
farmers gave the hay to their stock
making them strange and bouncy
but very much happier
what the heck with something free

But a few farmers in the know
pulled out their pipes 
lighting up free of fear
to blow rings into the night
happy with the Christmas cheer


Jaqi 

Bluh

Sunday
29
September
2019

POEM ~ Mars ~ 12 Sep 2019

Mars

Have you been to the ghost towns of Mars?
They were all the hoot for a while,
until the orbital cities were built,
some as wide as a mile.

Now mainly robots are found on Mars
greeting tourists from Earth
to see all the pioneering
upon the Martian dirt.

Earthers ask, Why all the Martians go,
to live in the orbital cities in space?
So the robots explain the details,
the advantage of that place.

The Martians wanted the right to visit Earth
so Earth gravity was deemed the need,
generated by rotating space habitats
where children are a better breed.

For Mars has a third of Earth's gravity
and babies born on the god of war
have lighter bones and muscles
leaving them on Earth's floor.

They couldn't get any travel insurance
with safety risks on Earth too great,
so one by two the Martians left
leaving the planet to its fate.

Only Elon Musk stayed on Red Mountain
living on the Martian dream world
designing new star rockets
to be faster propelled.

"Thanks for visiting the Martian museum"
the tourists all heard as they leave.
"Remember the gravity's greater
where cities are tumbling free."

Jaqi
Bluh

Thursday
12
September
2019

NOTE ~   In space, an Earth gravity can be made by rotating a wheel at the right rate, so that on the inside of the wheel, the same force as an Earth gravity is experienced.

POEM ~ Confession ~ 8 Sep 2019

Confession

Father,

forgive me,

for I have sinned:

I had that dream again

there was no restrain

I was pinned.

Tell me all

my good son

and the burden will go:

your life will be much better

your heart will be lighter

your days will flow.

I pray

then I sleep

my good wife there too:

something wonderful happens

as if I am in love again

then wake in a stew.

All sweaty

and quite messy

there is nothing I can do:

but go take a cold shower

make me a hot coffee

wonder what's due?

We tried,

you know we tried,

with so very many ways:

but you still dream in the night

as if on your wedding

on bliss filled days.

And your wife

there beside you

the holiest woman:

her thoughts are so high

the saints are in envy

a very fine human.

I would say

there can be a way

if you write your dream:

get it out of your system

and bring it to me

that I deem.

Here it is

I feel better now

that was good direction:

lets it all flow out of mind

and onto the paper

with affection.

Over the decades

the good Father gathered

quite a library of night tales:

put aside in a bank deposit box

until one dark day

security fails.

The bank was robbed

the boxes all left empty

them stories flowed into a book:

a tome read far and wide

tales from the night

quite a look.

You said you would burn 

all those stories I confessed

but I have sinned and read a bad book:

and there were all my tales shared so bold

of night dreams beside my good wife

I am feeling rather crook.

No more confession

it was time for some reflection

on chasing dreams in a different way:

the wages would be a worthy incentive

letting night dreams run wild

capturing them at day

Thus it came about

that a novelist was born

who could write a book of sinning:

tales from the night of creamy dreams

all published in secret

for some grinning.

Jaqi

Bluh

Sunday

8

September

2019

NOTE ~   As dreams can be seen as creative, wet dreams may be a more powerful form of creative inspiration, driving reflection, when the whimsical fancies of the sleeping mind explode into waking reality? ..... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nocturnal_emission

There is more to this matter to considered in a clinical way, to understand the human mind, and the driver of behaviour and creative impulses.

How does the wet sex dream differ between men and women?

There are more difficult questions.

In some ways this is a taboo subject.

For men it may reveal a shocking vulnerability.

For women it may hold a secret power.

For the imagination, unbridled, wet dreams may be the fertility of some art.