the burbling anthology
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The
Burbling Anthology
Poems and Odes
by The “Non - Creative” Wizard
The Burbling Anthology
Poems and Odes by
The “non creative” Wizard
Foreword
“The creative is the place where no one else has ever been. You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your in-tuition. What you'll discover will be wonderful. What you'll discover is yourself.” - Alan Alda
This collection has been compiled as a follow up to “Is That Poet-ery Art?”
by the same author.
Several years ago the author was in conversation about creative people with
a work colleague when the immortal words were uttered “of course you are
not a creative……”
Had I had my Book of Shadows or my Grimoire to hand then he could have
been joining the colony of mice that share the space with us.
However, despite the permanent injury that those thoughtless words caused,
I stoically followed the path of “a creative” allowing this book, my other
books, my music and my photography to continually bear witness to the fact
that I am a creative person.
So There Mr Colleague!
The burblings contained within these pages are just a collection of random
thoughts and ideas that popped into my head. Some are whimisical, others
are serious but certainly they are all written without malice or any desire to
cause anyone offence, injury or even perhaps have their legs fall off!
Merlin (aka Dave Baxter M.A.S.C. life coach)
©2015 moonshadow media productions
Contents
01. Ode To A Bin Bag
02. The Serpents
03. The Longest Night
04. The Hospital Cardigan
05. Transparent Butterfly Wings
06. The Spirit Of Yule
07. The Siren’s Sound
08. Autumn Dew
09. Malvolia
10. Do You Feel It?
11. Girls And Guys
12. The Dime Bar Kid
13. The Raven’s Kiss
14. Beyond The Veil…..
15. The Moon And I
16. The Vodka Vixens
17. Lost On Both Sides Of The Paper
18. Mr Grey Will See You Now
19. Pendle Melody
20. Much Burbling
21. The Lilac Panda
22. Circus Of Marbles
23. Does Anyone Live Here?
24. Life In Counterfeit Motion
25. The Grass Growing Society
26. The Bucket List
27. The Goddess Moon
28. Awesome Alliteration
29. Good Night, Sleep Tight
01 Ode To A Bin Bag
Crinkly bag of plastic
Sitting on the floor
Holds the household rubbish
'til put outside the door
The secrets of the bin bag
Are much to dark to tell
Unless you are a council spy
Who digs the awful smell
02 The Serpents
The serpents were waiting
In a corner quite dark
Sitting and planning
To pounce on their mark
Demeanour of vehemence
They sit and they scheme
The downfall of innocence
The lambs in the field
They hissed and they slavered
They slithered around
But at time appointed
They made not a sound
They crept up behind him
And struck one two three
But the lamb kept on standing
No weakling was he
He fought back with courage
Surviving the fray
His friends rallied round and
The snakes went away
Back to their corner and
Whispering ways
To plotting and scheming
And new venom days
One smiled oh so sweetly
And said "was not me"
"I stopped in the corner
And looked far away"
And so as this story
Draws close to its end
Beware of the serpents
Who say "be my friend"
03 The Longest Night
The longest night returns anew
With howling wind and falling snow
Coldness numbs the fingertips
It is the time of Wintersmith
Lanterns glow behind closed doors
Fireplace crackles keep us warm
Snowflakes drifting to the ground
From the garden comes a sound
Who is walking through this night
Who is hiding from plain sight
Elven footprints on the floor
The Holly King is at the door
Welcome, welcome come inside
Will you sit with us a while?
Wine or whiskey, beast or fowl?
A Royal visit makes us proud
Yet time stands still for ne'er a man
The wheel is turning once again
Days increasing oh so little
'Til the Kings are locked in battle
But let's not think on this just now
And celebrate this Solstice night
With wine and gifts and company
Let's sing and dance and merrie be!
*(set to music and recorded by Whyte Raven 2014)
04 The Hospital Cardigan
Never mind what people say
At any time of night or day
Always waiting by the door
Ever ready, that's for sure
It was a regal shade of blue
A colour not for me or you
But worn so easy on your back
You never changed your way or tack
You knew before the phone call came
Somehow a trigger in your brain
Set your senses on the edge
Ready for the journey hence
No matter what the day or hour
The garment wrapped you in its power
As wife or mother, friend or nan
You donned that famous cardigan
You wore it every single trip
Sometimes fastened near the hip
You kept a hanky in the pocket
Heaven cursed if you forgot it
So indeed it stood us proud
We knew you'd come when time allowed
Broken, battered, bruised again
Here comes the famous cardigan
Where is it now, I cannot tell
When you left it went as well
No more illness will it see
No more trips to A and E
But I thank you from my heart
For being there when times were hard
I often wish I'd see again
The faithful old blue cardigan
05 Transparent Butterfly Wings
The other day a friend of mine
A picture sent to me
She said I'll donate 50 quid if you can plainly see.....
A sight not there but yet it is
For everyone to see
So when you find it let me know and your reward shall be
I looked so hard a strange request!
My eyeballs fell apart
But fifty quid is fifty quid and so I made a start
A picture showing nothing there
What have I got to see?
I asked the question and she said "It's nowt to do with me"
For days I looked, and then some more
An ache within my head
Looking hard my ears were numb and so I went to bed
I settled down for forty winks or maybe fifty three
And hours turned into days
The strangest thought occurred to me, a revelation made
Closer looking, closer still
I spotted something there
A line so fine and then one more just like a human hair
My heart was singing very loud
And soaring to the sky
I saw the thing that was not there, a wingless butterfly
A butterfly, transparent wings
For all the world to see
And yet you'll miss it every time, unless you think like me
The fifty pounds? I set it free
I let it soar and sing
There's something greater in the world, transparent butterfly wings
06 The Spirit of Yule
Deep in a forest on the edge of a lake
An old man is silent, decisions to take
He ponders a question yet he is no fool
How can he harness The Spirit of Yule?
People have left him to age day by day
His children deciding to move far away
And so he is asking because he's no fool
"How can I harness the Spirit of Yule?"
Alone in his lifetime his friends passed away
Summerlands' calling but just not today
The answer is somewhere, he knows he's no fool
The answer to harness the Spirit of Yule.
He suddenly wakens with thoughts rushing in
His eyes are wide open and seeing again
Dawning, enlightening no way he's a fool
He knows how to harness the Spirit of Yule.
The day is the shortest and life starts again
The spring round the corner goodbye to the rain
The new sense of life tells him he is no fool
He's now understanding the Spirit of Yule
Rejoice in The Goddess, Rejoice in The God
Rejoice in the snow and Rejoice in the rain
Give of your heart and believe you're no fool
And then you can enter The Spirit Of Yule.
* (set to music and recorded /released by Celia Farran 2014)
07 The Siren's Sound
Just the other morning
While standing in my room
The day was almost dawning
I heard a plaintive tune
The window started shaking
As music filled the air
I felt my heart was breaking
My mind in pure despair
I looked inside the wardrobe
To see if she was there
But all that I discovered
Was brightly coloured air
I looked under the carpet
To see if she was there
And all that I uncovered
Were wooden floorboards bare
The mystery was growing
The music all around
My mind was fairly spinning With that mysterious sound
My head and ears were aching
My feet had left the ground
Electric air was sparking
I'd heard the Siren's sound
So in my head, confusion
What reason could there be?
And then, no more illusion
I live beside the sea
08 Autumn Dew
Dancing tree tops green of hue
Framed against a sky so blue
Herald autumn's falling dew
Shorter days return anew
Northern winds they bring a chill
And longer nights a bitter pill
Drivers need to use great skill
Frosty roads a test of will
Hearth and fire will keep us warm
Safe from windy rain and storm
Once dead spirits are reborn
As Samhain celebrations dawn
The veil is thin and once again
It can be said that folk are Fayne
To be without the mortal pain
And reunite the family name
But all too soon the night must end
The Wintersmith becomes our friend
Till Beltane brings about his end
And summer dancers round the bend
09 Malvolia
Dripping poison's venom
Sitting in your chair
Plucking hateful phrases
From the fetid air
You cannot help but target
Those you consider prey
And yet it stands to reason
These dogs will have their day
How anyone can like you
Is really very strange
They do not see behind the mask
The misery you make
Your evil wicked vengeance
You reap with poisoned words
And one day when you're older
A fate will be conferred
The clock is ticking downwards
Your countdown has begun
Days of scorn are running out
The judgement day will come
10 Do You Feel It?
Tell me do you feel it?
Building everywhere
The beauty of the forest
The magick in the air
Listen with your eyeballs
Hear the things you see
The symphony of autumn
With colours dancing free
Then winter falls upon us
Jack Frost he makes us cold
The whiteness of the Wintersmith
Spreading out so bold
And as we reach Ostara
The sun begins to climb
Days are getting warmer
Much greenery we find
And so we meet the summer days
The wheel has turned again
Dancing in the warmer air
Rejoicing when it rains
And as we turn full circle
The harvest gathered in
And thinking of our Mother Earth
The cycle starts again
11 Girls And Guys
It really doesn't seem that fair
That girls get dresses, shiny hair
Silks and sequins, bows and lace
Soft skin, curves and pretty face
And yet a guy get things so tough
Leathern skin his hands are rough
Drab and dull the colours are
And then he buys a red sports car
But sometimes nature has a giggle
A guy who has a girly wiggle
She puts a sail upon a bike
A challenge to the stereotype
12 The Dime Bar Kid
John and Paul got in a fix
They tangled with some bigger kids
Teased and picked on they would be
Day and night, including tea
Then one day they had a break
A hero came at half past eight
He came around to sort it out
Look at him, has he got clout?
"Now then lads it seems to be
The problem here is lack of tea"
Paul and John looked all a fluster
Was this the best that he could muster?
The stranger who was very hard
Smiled and said "let's make a start"
He called the bullies to the table
Said "sit down where you are able"
"I do believe we have an issue"
"And so let's get the girls to kiss you"
Faces drain, they start to panic
Screaming like a mad mechanic
They ran away to mum and dad
Saying that they weren't that bad
Did you see what he just did?
He really is the Dime Bar Kid!
13 The Raven's Kiss
The Raven's Kiss is a dance in the moonlight
Dark as the sky on the blackest of nights
Once you have tasted the feelings of pleasure
Never again will you want to let go
She rises above on her wings of pure midnight
Above to the heavens and far out of sight
She takes you to places you never could dream of
And never again will you want to let go
Moon shadows herald the first light of dawning
Clear as the Dew in the mists of the morn’
The kiss on your cheek has the touch of a feather
Never again will you want her to go
But soon she will leave you for now and for always
With dreams you'll remember for all of your days
The Raven has kissed you, you'll always remember
Deep in your heart you will never let go
14 Beyond The Veil.....
A glint of sunlight through the trees
Magick myst and budding leaves
Reaching upwards, touch the sky
Colours dance where dragons fly
The lazy brook meanders round
This sacred copse where can be found
A sense of wonder and of awe
Behind the awesome Unicorn
She stands with Magick at her feet
No gentler vision to be seen
Where dancing trees kiss grassy knoll
The Land of Fae is to behold
Such beauty, very rarely seen
And mortal man may only dream
Of wonders that can happen there
Beyond the veil of mystic air
And as the dawn moves into day
The Land of Fae moves far away
The Unicorn has left behind
An image etched upon your mind
A picture paints a thousand words
But words create a great deal more
Did you see upon that day
The Unicorn and Land of Fae?
15 The Moon And I
A silver orb, a jet black sky
She watches o'er with Goddess eye
She helps the tides to ebb and flow
Affects more things than e'er we know
Her power so awesome we can't tell
Affects not you but me as well
But nothing here like moon and June
To show the link twixt me and moon
And so I speak of no such thing
But say she helps my heart to sing
And regular she runs her course
From dark to full on every shore
Yet Moon and I we share a bond
Of mortal being and Goddess strong
And as her power Is drawing down
I feel the Crescent on my brow
The pale glow fills me to the core
I feel Her presence, drawing more
A sense of deep and awesome power
When nothing beats this blessed hour.
16 The Vodka Vixens
The almond flavoured liquid
Sat quietly on the shelf
A bottle to be savoured
And drunk all by myself
It was a Christmas present
Wrapped up in colours gay
A gift from up the mountain
To savour every day
But then the Vodka Vixens
Not having drunk their fill
Searched out the treasured bottle
And emptied that as well
The moral of this story
This epic tale of woe
Never leave your bottle
Where vodka vixens go
17 Lost On Both Sides Of The Paper
When I awoke this morning I knew not where I was
In a children's story or in the land of Oz
The story books had told me to take a few days off
Go have yourself a party, play conkers with the dog
So here I am, not knowing if the world is flat or round
Nor if my ears are waking to the voice of Plymouth sound
The mixed up congregation sing rap songs by my bed
Can you really sing a rap or is the music dead?
But there is more confusion, more words to boil my brain
If two things are quite different how can they be the same?
Supermarket trolleys packed with things galore
This one's full of e- numbers but fresh ones harbour spores
So boil your cooking daily and sterilise your bath
And if you read instructions then,"you can do the math"
The English talk American with tongues inside their head
I think I'll just forget it, and go back to my bed
c2015 Dave Baxter (or am I?)
18 Mr Grey Will See You Now!
The tension slowly mounting
She feels it in the air
The clothing wraps her body
And yet her skin feels bare
She knows her heart is pounding
She feels it everywhere
The atmosphere electric
While waiting in her chair
Her thoughts are wildly racing
She senses feeling there
The great anticipation
She tingles everywhere
The prim and perfect lady
Her voice so soft and low
The telephone is ringing
“Mr Grey will see you now!”
19 Pendle Melody
The Demdikes and The Chattoxes
In Pendle Forest lived
The were two evil families
The village people said
A pedlar man was walking
Across Great Pendle Hill
To market he was going
His pots and pans to sell
Mistress Davies he espied
A-talking to Jim Crow
She on him a curse did place
And caused his mind to blow
So a witch hunt was begun
To put his mind at rest
The Demdikes and The Chattoxes
Not one of them was left
The all were hung on Pendle Hill
With Mistress Nutter too
That was back in 1612
But they still reign save two.
20 Much Burbling
Much Burbling is a pretty place
Beside the River Yeow
It holds a party every day
In the back room at The Cow
The pillagers sow fields of rape
To see them through the year
And if the pub is running dry
They bring their home brewed beer
The landlord's Mr Teddy Lear
A witty raconteur
He has us laughing through the night
And keeps us plied with beer
With music by Obsiddy Anne
She really is the best
And when it's time for singing out
She gets it off her chest
And every village has a fool
In that we do not differ
Our candidate is Julie Phyll
The daughter of the vicar
So here in Burbling we have fun
And parties by the score
We may not have a money tree
But we are never poor
21 The Lilac Panda
I met a friend the other day,
A lady friend of old
We swapped a bit of history
And then a tale she told
That many many years ago
When spirits were quite down
She took a brave decision
To visit China Town
A grand old dam of ninety three
All wrinkled skin and teeth
Invited her to sample
A treatment for her feet
She sat upon a wooden chair
And rolled her stockings down
The older Chinese lady
Began to wear a frown.
Her broken English faltered
She tried so hard to say
That all her corns and bunions
Could soon be on their way
She rummaged through a cupboard
And then with joyous sigh
She turned to look at Elspeth
A twinkle in her eye
Her hand held forth a panda
With white and lilac fur
She could not help but notice
Her spirits start to fly
“Take her” said the lady
“And keep her by your side
The Lilac Panda’s blessings
Will help you bye and bye”
22 Circus Of Marbles
The colours of glass are distracting the eye
Higher and higher the daring ones fly
Causing the oohs and the ahhs of delight
From bystanders watching the magical sight
The dance on the ground is of delicate grace
As watchers look on with huge smiles on each face
Daring and skill mix with talent and knack
Until every challenge is beaten right back
But yet this performance must draw to a close
Mothers are calling the stars to their homes
Same time tomorrow we'll do it again
As long as the sun shines and it doesn't rain
How distant this memory from life of today
When scrambling around was the essence of play
Simple the pleasure of being out with friends
Not sitting hypnosis with monsters for friends
23 Does Anyone Live Here?
The darkness of a summer's night
The stillness of warm air
And as I stood upon the track
I sensed the mystery there
I felt your arms around me close
But could not see your face
And then the rope around my wrists
Held them firm in place
You led me down a rough made road
With rubble underfoot
I could not see a single thing
But heard an owl's hoot
"Stop!" you whispered "here we are"
And much to my surprise
The blindfold dropping from my face
I focused blinking eyes
A mansion dark against the sky
It held no sense of fear
I tried to loosen off my bonds
"Does anyone live here?"
You chuckle softly in the dark
"oh no my dear just me”.
“I bought it as a birthday gift,
Like you it's mine you see”
24 Life In Counterfeit Motion
Today I met a copy cat
Who wore pretty copy hat
Her figure clothed in copy dress
And copy make up on her face
About her wrist a copy watch
Copy shoes made both feet match
A generous waft of copy scent
Left behind her as she went
Beneath her clothes a copy bra
She drove off in her copy car
To buy some copy booze and fags
With money from her copy bag
The copy watch says time to run
Much more copying to be done
Football game on copy grass
In copy strip for all the class
And children now think it's ok
To copy schoolwork every day
Genetic copy girls and boys
Play their games with copy toys
25 The Grass Growing Society
Every week at half past eight
The doors are open wide
And men in caps and cycle clips
Step orderly inside
The multi coloured knitted tops
Tweed jackets side by side
They carry charts and biro pens
All rowed up in a line
Glasses foam with bitter ale
The chairman starts to talk “We gather here this Monday night
To present our Jim his fork”
“He grew the straightest blade of grass
All perfect, green and true
Also the winner's watering can We're pleased to give to you”
A hearty round of mute applause The winner takes his prize
Thanking Mr Chairman Frank
With blinking teary eye
26 The Bucket List
Hilton Guest has a bucket list
Of things to do and say
He wants to swing from Marble Arch
And ride the Milky Way
But in his world the humdrum days
Were very much the same
Until he met the rocking vicar
Snogging Penny Lane
Do unto others as yourself
And never be afraid
Of asking questions of the sky
Do as you would be done by.
“The End is nigh” he heard them say
But is it strictly true
That if you eat too many sweets
The worms will conquer you?
His grandma said a lot of stuff
And none of it made sense
That's why he sat upon the fence
And clutched his bucket pens
One day he knows it will be done
The list will be complete
The things to do will all be done
That trip to Downing Street.
But was it worth it you may ask
To see the policeman's face
Outside the door of Number 10
With custard tart in place?
Do unto others as yourself
And never be afraid
Of asking questions of the sky
Do as you would be done by.
27 The Goddess Moon
A silver light in darkened sky
She watches, guiding you and I
With pure clear sight she sees it all
So will you answer to her call?
The Mysteries along the way
Will be shown to you one day
Step by step you walk the path
With Fae to help you learn her craft
Spirit, spell and candle work
The Goddess Moon you will not shirk
Craft and knowledge gaining strength
Until the crescent you can take
A Priestess of the Goddess Moon
With book and candle, bell and rune
Building power at each Moon Dark
Silver flash and lightning spark
28 Awesome Alliteration
Forty flighty fairies
Flying from Fiji
Found famous Freddy Flintoff
Frying fish for free
Fifty for Fiona
Fed Frances Fred and Fay
Mister Mike McOrange
Met Mary's mother Marge
Making magic moments
Melting mead and Mars
And Martha met my mother
While mending messy mats
"Oh what utter nonsense!"
I'm sure I heard you say
But listen while I tell you
There is no easy way
To use alliteration
In new and novel ways
29 Good Night, Sleep Tight
I want to end this little book
In some way that will round it off
To make it finished and complete
With readers saying “isn’t that so sweet”
A better way, I could not find
To tuck it up till morning time
Than saying words I say each day
To my family, it’s my way
Good night my darlings you sleep tight
Be back again in morning’s light
And as you’re drifting into sleep
I love you more than words can speak
Good Night, Sleep Tight xxx
End Bit
Well readers, you have now successfully completed your foray
into this collection of burblings from The Merlin.
I sincerely hope that you have enjoyed reading this work and
that, as a result of the experience, you will become a life long
fan and shower me with gifts of gold, precious gems, oodles of
cash and kisses (if you are of the female variety).
If you don’t provide any of those things then a simple nod of
appreciation or a recommendation to someone else would be
fantastic.
Here is a list of some other works of mine that may also be of
interest -
Is That Poet-ery Art? - my first collection of poetry
The Merlin Collection - a collection of poetry inspired by the
artwork of Peter Pracownik
Pagan Paths - a living book written by friends and
acquaintances of mine who all have one thing in common -
they follow the pagan path through this life.
In Search of a Lost Dream - a photographic journey along the
remains of the former Barnstaple - Ilfracombe railway line
For more information please contact me:
By email: davethemerlin@mail.com
By phone: 07050 644101
MERLIN
The
“Non - Creative”
Wizard
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