April 1, 2014


Posted in Poetry/Lyrics at 8:15 pm by bizarrerhymes

Lots of coloured lights in a motorway tunnel
White lines disappear in a hypnotic funnel.
Comforting warmth cocoons my seat,
Lots of elves and fairies at my feet.

I dance through chives with a chosen few,
Boarding complete. Room with a view.
The nearest exit might be behind you,
Switch off electronic devices on cue.

A tray of chocolates and a voice wakes me
from a slumber where wild horses chase me
past some rocks, desert, clock of long now
We've landed in Warsaw - I don't know how.


Butty too

Posted in Poetry/Lyrics at 8:11 pm by bizarrerhymes

I saw a beautiful brown butterfly
Thinking on a flower.
Suddenly it took flight,
Glided past,
Glanced a hair,
and touched me with its power.