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Music of the Spheres part 3The fantastic trio: Earth's noble champions
The Spaceman the Rocket and Robo-companion
Went wizzing and fizzing through Earth's local space
To cure the insomnia of a whole race.
Pursued as they were by Mercury's moans
And the enchanting delights of Venus's tones
The three of them sizzled and soared right past Mars,
Who hummed ponderously as he gazed at the stars.
Soon they arrived at Jupiter: the king
Who was enviously eyeing Saturn gold rings,
Who turned to them and mumbled with an almighty sigh:
"All hail Jupiter, King of the Sky."
Music of the Spheres part 2Spirits were low and the stakes were so high
At the discussions concerning the noise from the sky.
Each leader put forward their own unique version
On how to go through with the spatial excursion.
Soon a rocket was built of gargantuan size
To be sent to the heavens, to sail through the skies
And an astronaut chosen to help follow through
And negotiate end to the hullabaloo.
T-minus 60 and the tensions were rising
Weeks had been spent debating, devising
USS Silence had seconds to go
Then Blast Off! Good-bye! See you soon! Tally-ho!
Music of the Spheres part 1The alignment of planets was a glorious thing,
But no-one expected them starting to sing.
Venus sang sweetly and Jupiter crooned,
The rest of them chanted along with their moons.
For the Earthlings below this proved quite a conundrum;
The Celestial Choir was nought short of thunderous
So the people below could not fall asleep
Not even by reading or counting some sheep.
And so a plan was devised to cease heavenly wails,
It was dangerous and daring and here is the tale...
The Unfortunate Tale of MouseyDown in the garden, still soaking in dew
Whilst pussycats watched and the bumblebees flew
There lived there a mouse with an insatiable thirst:
A drive to compete and a will to be first.
So he went and he challenged his friend (Mr mole),
All quiet and brooding alone in his hole.
"I challenge you, good Mr Mole, to a race
to see who's the quickest, who has the most pace."
"You want us to race?" Mr Mole said, aghast
For he knew his own pace, and he wasn't that fast
But Mr Mole he was wiser than any wise man
And so he agreed and he hatched him a plan.
And so they met up the very next day
Where bumblebees tumble and pussycats play.
Mr Mole stood aside with a feline colluding
Which poor Mr Mouse, he found quite confusing.
"Hey, stop that!" he said going red in the face
"There's no need for tactics, it's a quite simple race."
But Mr Cat lost his temper, as pussycats do,
extended his claws and ran Mousey through.
"What are you doing?" Mr Mole cried afraid
"This mouse was my friend, and n
Darling DreamerPutting pen to paper is a glorious thing,
a the words flow from the thoughts
to the hand
to the page
But will you listen or read them? I can't even
dream without talking to you.
Oh Darling Dreamer, I tell you the truth:
I know you can't love me
and I'll have to move on
and it hurts me too.
It hurts me to
sweet dream about you,
but I do.
I love you, I love you
but it falls on deaf ears
and only the blind witness my love,
but I say it because I must.
I love you
I love you
FrustrationWhen I try to put my heart to words,
my tongue trips over my clumsy lips
and falls headlong into the dust.
And when I try to write it down,
smudges, tears and crossings-out
hide what I truly mean to say.
The poetry escapes my pen
and the pretty words, my lips
but someday, somehow, I will find
a better way than this.
I tried to sing before, honest!
Just the tune was not held well and
I couldn't remember what to...
I tried to confide in keys and strings
but the blasted things would never play
the song I told them to.
My fingers tripped and slipped
and then the keys all stuck like glue.
And all this trouble just to tell
the world what I think of you!
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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