Quicker by Fester Bryan

Low hills
Low hills
Easy walking on the low hills.
Running faster
Dodging the bracken.
Rubber shoes.

Low hills
Not mountain high,
Easy hills
Where the top is flat
Lying back looking a the sky

The Boat by Fester Bryan

Sail tipping left
Sea at my feet
Slapping slippery fish in my face
The captain says "There is Jimmy !"
And sure enough it is.

Jimmy in his one man boat
All day and sometimes all night
Smoking his pipe of shag
Listening to world service radio.

Head bent left
Thick socks
Chattering swearing spitting in my face
Jimmy says "Hi Bob, howya doin ?"
And the captain says "fine".

The granite grey swell
Sickly moves me
Chopping spraying salt in my face
I say "Take me home to the comfort of my living room"
But it takes several hours

Because of problems
And a lack of focus
on the part of the Captain
Who was tired
Because of a late night playing Poker
And he'd forgotten to take his supplements.

Markey Day by Fester Bryan

Oh market day in small town UK
With the bustle of apple sellers
Corn on the cob and hats of straw
Is this the market day
That you saw

Children at zebra crossings
With puzzled old folk
Daunted by the trucks
Of cheery tea drinking
Sausage men with their pals

Oh market day
Cheery and grey
Covered stalls of musty bric-a-brac
And Chutney that you feel you should buy
But Fridge memories
Bring you back from you reverie

Oh market day
Shutting up shop
And some head to the smoke free lounge
Of an English Pub
With the Fruit Machine chattering
Like a demented friend

One last sip of the hop brewed foam
Back to the suburban roundabout
With the white lines
Sculpted shrubs
And doormats

The Grey Road by Fester Bryan

Winding along the green
In it's own special way
Heading for the Pastie shop
Or Post Office
Or Sainsburys
Is the Grey Road

On it we will march to a tune of the Pogues
Played on Ukelele
With a felt pick
And a haughty strut
Looking like we might fight
All Comers
But actually seeking a peaceful time
In perhaps a moderate sized town
With all the facilities
But less pollution than London

Love Large

Oh so
No No
Larger than life
In my Kimono
Love large
Big and bounce
Love large
Big and bounce

Oh So
No No
Oogah Utanga
Near wife swap TV
Charme existence
Saved by the bells
Big and Bounce
Love large

Bijou Baby

Bijou baby
All blonde and ready for the start
Of a brand new day
What a way to start the day
All togged up in your finery.

What will you do
Will you walk down the busy avenue
With all the guys taking a double look
Or will you sit in a pavement cafe
Reading your book
With you sunglasses on

Bijou Baby
Are you going to see a film tonight
With a man in tweed
Who buys you drinks and food
You lucky girl

Or is the world a difficult place
Where things go wrong
And bump, bump, bump, in the night
Where your face screws up ina scream
At the slightest thing
And syndromes and allergies persist
Beyond their rightful due

Or are you in the third way
Middle ground and safe as house in your world
With the kitchen the palace of your Arabian Nights
Occasional benders on white wine
Mingle with the sounds of Most Haunted on Living TV
Deary me
Oh Deary me

Across The Park by Fester Bryan

Walk on the hypotenuse
Saving time after the traffic lights.
Across the spongy grass
To maybe catch the king of the sideburns.
The clerk with the drinker's nose
Duffel coat and disappointed stare
Walking past the tennis courts
With the early morning women's doubles
Chatting and laughing about some class they'd tried.
Always a tinge of envy as you pass
The twenty something who should have done better
But who has ended up doing some job in the park.

Ghosts in Lime by Lauren Beziers

Ghosts in lime, for a cheesecake reverie.
Creeping through their tenderness on chopped tip toes.
Formidable no teeth targets, sucking in gummy darts.
Strained in tea, and washed down with old ladies.

Water Death by Lauren Beziers

In the dark lake
Where the woman died
The fish grow big on slime
And the trees bend over low.

The hill's shadow casts its gloom,
Gnats nip while the cow's graze
The woman jumped in and did not get out
Porceline and crimson blue on mottled white and grey.

Place Yourself at my Disposal by Lauren Beziers

Ravaged in the sunshine
Blistered by the heat
A dog on my lap and stiletto pierced
Shama Shamuna whispers in my ear
"Gravy for breakfast
Cold beer for tea
Lap dancers in my pocket
Half Nelson on a best friend"

Its Love at first sight with Shama Shamuna
The lady of the night
Afraid to step out onto her little balcony
In case the turds roll in and cover her.

In Thailand before the war on drugs
The special forces plagued my life
But Shama Shamuna lifted my spirits
And I carried myself off to other climes
Backward and upside down
Across flattened hills of Opium.

Shama Shamuna married me to a post
Handcuffed me to my religious other half
Knotted me into origami templates
Brought me riches beyond belief
Carted me off to the hospital when I spat out the blood of years
Chose my favourite colour
Signed my cheques
Created a sauce a day with pasta and rice
Opened the wine and beer
Loved my Ho Chi Min jokey style.

Radiator of boiler plate shinings
Come back to me and radiate the heat of dogs
Lower yourself into my world of worms
Say goodbye to the tepid water of Highbury
Sink into the shallow end of a childrens pool in Bognor
Place yourself at my disposal.

Social Attack at the Rear by Fester Bryan

Acute angled black lines
Speeding towards more concrete
And sometimes ending in black ball
Where the screams of a cartoon midget
Replay over and over
To an audience of backheads.
The oohs and the aahs puncture the white noise
As an owl swoops down into the jaws of a sad monster.

Mirror town
Where shards and old funny mirrors
Are stuck together and placed next to skin promotions
Is the place to be at christmas
When the jingles and the jangles are reflected
Vividly
Men with the same old trilby rush home
On the last day
To stare at themselves in broken glass

A Red Indian smokes the pipe of peace
On a mini roundabout.
Bursts of inner turmoil leak out of their mouths
When they start to dance Le Rock
But smiles soon start to appear
When the taxman comes round
And offers them free gin and guns.

Holy Reindeer
On all fours praying to the giant jukebox
In the frozen purple cheesecake sky
Stuffed with stuffed tomatoes and stuffed peppers
Sated and full
But empty in pocket
Soon giving up religion for begging
And back again to the yellow church
For the Coffee mornings so decaffeinated
Where Shirley organises them all into small groups

Home again at quarter past nine
Tucked up in bed at eleven
Up in the morning at eight thirty sharp.
Its the routine you see
Its the way it goes
Its the way the tummy rumbles

Social attack at the rear
Of the
Social attack at the rear brigade
Who are heading west on the
Social attack at the rear highway to hell

Trouble by Fester Bryan

Trouble, Double
Trouble Rubble
Hubble Space Bubble

Twice the problems I had Yesterday
My back garden wall has given way
And now as I stare into the infinite beyond
I see NOTHING
Not a thing
Its all a black shroud with pinpricks

Trouble Stubble
Trouble Dub ill
Pub'll frighten Gerbil

Oh dear, I forgot to shave for
The important meeting with the Execs
Which was ruined because our Reggae man is sick
He drank too much last night with his scared pet.

Golden Razor by Lauren Beziers

I would like to shave
The smooth skin on my chin
To make it even smoother
So I shall
And then Anya will say
"You crazy cat !"
"Shaving your smooth chin"
Looking at me with hands on hips
Expression like Minnie the Minx.

Anya wears red and black sweaters,
Cursed with a square chin,
Delighted by spiders and mice.
I cannot shave my smooth chin
With her standing there
And it seems pointless now
As pointless as it really is,
So I thank her from the bottom
Of my bottom
With a fart that clouds the air
With the Fug of my bowels
To inspire and fill her with wonderment
At the diversity of smell
In the immediate environment
All adding to life's rich compost
Charging our batteries
So that we do not beep at regular intervals
So high that no-one but the dogs can hear

I think back to my pointless need
To cut away nothing from my perfect jut
Realising that I was given a Golden Razor for Christmas
Cut oh cut away, slash and burn !
Smoothy smooth
Golden Razor Smooth
Anya trumpets with her armpits
Reaching a squealing and piercing crescendo
La La La La Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
The agony of too smooth.

LB 2007

Alphabet Meadow by Fester Bryan

A B see me
In the meadow with the flower
D E have you any cheese ?
To go with the white wine I've brought

G H I have mustard
And billowing rolls of beef
J K hell is meat without horseradish
Forget the food and lie a while

M N Oh my god
It's started to rain
P Q are you going to go home now ?
Or is just a summer shower

S T you should stay and enjoy the meadow
Forget the rain its only water
V W aches and pains will disappear
While the rain cloud passes over and away

Y Z why not ?

No Chance by Fester Bryan

Slave to the rave trade
Or is it the rough trade
Off for power
Against money
Not knowing which way to turn
It is the angular pyramid man
Superhero of the nineteen nineties nights
When oil and carving were in your hobby list
Wrangled with myopic mothers in traffic jams
When the kids dropped
And your kitchen floor was coated with marbles
Then the penny dropped
Yet more dropped
And then the castle creaked
Fallen amongst the masonry you sheltered from the rain
In a cloak of coal and misery guts united
You spat out your last poem
About Wall street and the chaffinches of greedy layby bungs
Mama cannot help you now
You are oblique
No amount of opaqueness will rescue you now
You have no chance
The chance went with the penny that dropped
When the bounce was minute and the marble rolled
Triggering the drop into the cellar
And the night time obsession with charcoal and rice
Less said the less bled
More talk more fork
Let out the scream of the blind alley
Charge the brigade
Must make a fiver
Must make a tenner
Must multiply until the coffers are full of rancid blather

Work and Play by Lauren Beziers

Headache oh grossen farten
Minehead and itchy sands
Aeroplane and the churning round of sickness
Mile high virus club

Lost in the fuzzy clouds
Of a brain diagram
Organised by a company in Reading
With a message about information overload

Dripping down the stairs for coffee
Stopping half way for water
Do not ever get the lift
Traipse up the endless flights to the end

LB 2007

The Swan by Lauren Beziers

Deep down in the age of history,
Where knights play and dragons fester,
Calmly stands the frozen pond on which the eunuch swan sits
Playing it's ocarina.
Oh Boy ! and Jackie strewn banks,
Just Seventeen ripped to shreds on a hedge,
But the swan plays on.

Arn's World by Lauren Beziers

Arn's world is a spacial place
Made of horse chestnut puree and retirement do's
Where white linen and cheese straws compete near bowls of various fruits.

Arn's World is seen from the bottom up
Head against the clean wooden floor, with skirts and trousers a mainstay
The runny nose leaking on a sore upper lip while the eyes water.

Arn's World is taken away to a bright white coridoor
Where the ceiling glides by and faces peer in
Voices mutter and other peoples urgent business is conducted in earshot

Arn's world is closed down in stages
Like a bank of switches flipped off at the end of the day
Musn't grumble, cannot grumble, off switch down, click.

Beautiful America by Donald Fiedler

The pink and white dogwood trees
cross over each other's branches
and space out against the clear blue sky
One more day
of war and destruction
of mud and blood, rage and hysteria

The sun radiates
downward
sending us a spark
of peace and joy

The highway is endless
cars swivel and rattle endlessly
Never to find a way home...

The woods are dense and thick
with glistening streams
and magnificent trees
...unlike our world...
filled with an endless array
of stores and malls
merchants and advertisers

The woods are nice to go to once in
a while
The sparks are gratefully accepted

The muddy, bloody road of death and decay
had got to reach an end

Soon...

The Dragon and the Troll by Fester Bryan

I slip away in a dream
Floating upstream
To the place I know so well
The little cave with the little shells

Gamboling, frolicking in the dark
Skipping through the puddles
Looking for god knows what
In the dimly lit chamber

Listen ! What noise is that ?
Is that a lost goat or a Reindeer bleating ?
I tiptoe further
Brave as always
But shaking !

I fear the giant Troll
I?m afraid of stumbling on a Dragon !
With fiery breath or mouth of giant teeth
These two disturb my dreams

So I tiptoe towards the noise
And turn the little corner
To see A giant Dragon
With a Troll on its back
Oh deary me !

Double up my fear
I am scared now
What do I do ?
Turn and run ?

Oh no not I !
I face my final curtain
And my cheeks light up in the dragons flame
As I am engulfed by a giant mouth
And gobbled up
With the sound of a laughing Troll
As the final sounds of my life

Its all over now.

Here I am in Naples by Esten Walker

Here I am in Naples
Stapled to the hotel door
Drawing on my reserves
Following the Single Malt
Experience with Frank
That stank of girls shampoo
And Fruit and Veg.
Staggering Gutterbound
In search of my dead parents
In a town they never visited
In a country they visited once
When they were quite young.
Of course I will never find them here
Or in the bottom of my empty glass
But the crack continues
And I cannot deny it has been fun
Here in Naples
Before in Rome With Petra and April
Round And Round the Coliseum
We go getting dizzy
And before that in Athens
Town of Acropolis and smog
Still searching for the deadly pair
Of pastel shaded, grey haired accident victims
Mama, Papa, dance with me
Across the shiny sea
To where the moon and the spoon play timeless tunes
And a cow you told me about
Floats down a canal
To a cheese market.
I liked that cow, and although the cheese was rather bland
(Edam)
I liked to turn the page
And see the next picture
Colourful illustrations of deep beauty and innocence
Dead parents stuck in my near haze
Floating in jelly
Getting further and further away
Until POP !
They disappear
And all I have left is bits of jelly
Which I smear on my face
Laughing like a human hyena
Who has caught an obese rabbit
I never kept my locker tidy
Sorry Mum
Sorry Dad for spilling the glue
On the new carpet
But it is time to let go
Relax
Float
Bob a bit
Paddle gently
And ??
Snooze

Regional Heats by Fester Bryan

They had entered the regional heats
Reginald and Blane
The ladies offered coffee, and biscuits and hair.
The regional heats were near Hereford
A long way from the Oxfordshire Home
So, a night out to remember for the large rats.
They ventured into the nearest bar and stayed until closing.
All had vanished by half past nine
Save for Reginald and Blane
Playing away on a sticky wicket.
Reginald had the regional hots for Martha barmaid Mrs.
Blane lied and told her that R was in Prison and out on day release.
So Reginald retreated marsupial back into his pouch of many colours.
Away day next day and the sun shone on the bald spot.
The game was over in less than a speed chess.
Martha was working again in the bar from over there.
They popped in for a swift half a natters piss.
Gold dripped from their pockets as their legs froze in a cool box.
Reginald talked of the regional heats and the losing streaker.
Much ado about bugger all.
Love blossomed right there, and then, Oxfordshire in its entirety loomed up
And spat its message loud and clear across Herefordshire.
"Time for Home ! Time for Home"
You pair of rapscalious rascals !
Two men in a bow tie and boaters
Limping down the chestnut drove
Crossing the Marshmallow hedgerows
In a desperate search for Old Music Hall gags.
That they will never find.
Daisy Daisy give me your answer do
I'm crazy like a frog
For You

A Japanese Mid-Winter by Lauren Beziers

Golden bears dripping in honey

Paw Paw lick lick supper quick

Chainsaw massacre in the nursery

Dead doll carnage with the uplifted head

Staring into space just as they ever did

Just as they ever did.


Sitting in the concrete jungle

Eating the yoghurt that they said was good

Chunky fruit caught in throat choke

Projectile spitting at the lawyers

Marching in quick time steps

Staring like androids


In the poor house with the old mum

Worrying about little Jim

In bed with a cough and fever

Pale and weak and pathetic with limp hand raised

Not likely to spring in one mighty leap

With electric guitar and plectrum teeth


All these things, alien and cold

Snuffed with one firelighter and the coal,

Non smokeless, polluting warmth,

Enveloping the family in their box nest

Lying in a painterly display

In front of Tekeshi?s castle, enjoying a Japanese mid winter.

Windswept but Globally Warm by Fester Bryan

Windswept Isle
Crashing waves around
Dead fish abound
In the Holy Grail of Holy Grails
Munster and Newcastle
Hove and Bracknell
Occasional Twisters and
Globally Warm disasters
Give us 'ere a chance to bend an ear
About the weather
Glorious weather in all her glory
Naked like the wind
So that we can Shout
And Shout again
We love the changeble weather
And we quite like the weather girl
Who delivers the news in a comical stance
With hands that lead us to her invisible page
Of Typhoons and Hurricanes
Edna and Brian
Smashing small huts in far off lands
While we stand
On our cliff edge
And cry
Hello Weather
Give us your worst you evil doer
Because we forget the peircing sun and cancer rays
Of youthful summer
When the rocks are even placid
And swimming is a delight
Bognor to Brighton and Blackpool
Sticks of rock and a pretty hat
Vaguely chilly evenings in the pub garden
With a hint of dew and sap rising up your shorts
Oh weather
What'll we do when you get out of hand ??

Is This It ? by Lauren Beziers

When I went to the rubbish tip
To cavort with the seagulls fine
I saw a young girl tarrying
In a pink dress devine

The cross to bear on that garbage heap
Is the lost lottery ticket grim
To stumble over putrid waste
From homes and factories, to win.

Muck and sick and nappies by the thousand score
Its not a good place to play
Nor to search for months on end
When every day is a grey day grey.

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