Do not go gently

 

A bath to keep you warm
This
All that retired.

To carry, do my best
Confine such an incidence
In depth of gut and chest
Even yet I still forget.

It fills up again
I lack, I know you back
See below. Sea
Incidence, probability

Inhale all this breath
It.
It made the
I love you

Let him hate till all his angst
Lives out of foot or arm
Love back more than I can share
I wish you well. So vital here.

If this verse should draw acclaim
The many many unslept dreams
The time just goes. Your gentle rose?
The Thames it flows on still.

I put my love in every breathe
Put my love in every step, in every thing
Sing a song I know not yet
Sing of what tomorrow brings.

I Wish it full of sprouts and beans.
But all this through mists is seen.

Step, step there is plenty more
Tell me, tell me please!
Ah, this world not ours to know
Love, sleep and be at ease.

Vital there in all your form
For you will move within storm
Though I was not really warm
I tried to not be of the norm

And of the Norns?
A plectrum, or a bow?

I wonder why?
We all do have your smile
I wonder why
Is that a teardrop in your eye?

Smirk at me
I am ever so, ever so
Silly
I will. I do. So proud of you
I can be less loud too.

And we will jest in happiness
With Nu and T above this mess
We’ve all a service due
New heart, new lungs

Grass with dew, the sign of sun
Oh these new bags of fun
I reckon you can run and run
Well, stroll and stroll

With mind in moment, not some goal.
What the stallion, what the fowl.

How they do stitch up the seams
How you shall ever sing and sing
Our final act is yet unplayed
Any time I made you fret

As only empty vessels can
Please forget and understand

At some time we must  meet for lunch
Blossom forth, least one more year
Quilt brocades of gold, not fear
By your name, the tender hold

Cops dem robbers not to tearaway
And I say

Do not go gently into that good night.

Does it not pique curiosity
To draw. Draw up and paint
Shift a little give complaint
For you bear this all just like a saint

For you have suffered all of this
And not even hit me pissed
Let out a little grumble, rage if you shall
Rage and yes, I feel you still

The light is coming in the doors
Wiggle your toes, wiggle your jaw
It is not yet time
There is more to do

Isn’t there
This is true
There’s more to do
Just another book or two

Maybe half a dozen new
For all your cousins are still due
A present for their reckoning
This great world a beckoning

This new future that will bring
The joy. Or Kiko and of Florin
These young minds alive
We will thrive

Once again to Jazz will Jive
Go play some now
Some LP that tells of youth
Some little jiggle.
One sip, Nephew, Overproof.

These waves come upon me
Know not where I from
Baroda, still strong
I rode an elephant into the sea.

Even if I sometimes storm
Even if this doesn’t scan
Even if we cannot hold
Even if we’ve not been told
This

Far, far better than my best
For my best, is, I suggest
Is in the future not the past
And through and through, all your dues

There must be some who will stay true
There must those with faith anew
They will come through
They will come through

Fettle and in health
For my mettle made for wealth
If not of gold then mind and soul
I could not bear to carry poles

For love that empties as it goes
Just grows and grows
And grows and grows

So I send gone out the gate
How does the world turn of late?
How does the World need us here
I cannot understand.

I cannot, cannot, leave you cold
A shawl about your shoulders still
You know, I know my strength of will.

I didn’t think embarrassment
In front of all your mates
Like bad jokes with dinner plates
I guess grates, on greats

Maybe it is true
I do not feel it is your day
Don’t feel it’s right that way
But hey, we feel brand new.

We must go for a pint
Yes a pint
In cool glass, Long draught (draft, daft)

I feel that it is not your turn
I fought fire with fire. Y
I have a hunch, the serving wench
I know you have the finest nose.

I see a crack upon the plan
It hatches with cartiligious beak
To crack and peak though Calcious
Shell. Well, well, well

I so unread and you unsore
With too much fire to find some more,
Oh there are so many floors
Tell me how does your garden grow?

I till the plough
Seed tomorrow
Tried to be not just pawn
In this pall a shawl keep warm

I will forgo the chamber maid
I will forgo all alms all stale
I will forgo these arms for sale
Will forgo all beyond the pale

I wonder what they’ll make of it
A top 20 hit ?
We could just get a bot
It would make us better.

Don’t go to join with Tariq Mehta
Its meta.
Metaphysics?
I sure did
And it was quizzical
My wizard.

It was magic and thee were spells
They’ll see you well.
Are these many holes?
Is this a bucket on a song?
Not under foot
So yet we sing

Yet we dance with brave love strong
Talk, discuss, debate
I am punctual. But always late
We have time to make this great.

Love this
And embrace
Not this farce, the higher race
Not all these shingle stakes

It makes me giddy, tickles me
And you so much, so strong
Oh how it tingles, how we belong
You will, you will, you will

I would climb for tea to bring
Climb, I would to hear you sing

I, blessed love, I do digress
I have digressed, I do suggest
I’ll say his maths is great
I mean, what would I know any rate.

In fact, actual material fact
Let me do far better.

In much my life I could be no dumber
Let’s not think twice, like last summer
And yet time will dice
If you were right, right all along.

You can laugh and can be strong

At very least wiggle you toes,
Move your feet
Oh how it helps the blood to flow
Oh I know your nose.

I know your nose can’t leave this show
Is the century not made for thee?
It carried me. It was magic
Just like magic

Let me just expand my chest
Bless.
May likes you more than it lifes me
For you write laws, and I just poetry

Me on my knees
Must twist again

My lord,
The weakness in me, upon me
I can only cry apology
I did not know, just how to use me
I did so somewhat incautiously

My love, my dad, the finest friend
No, no, this is not a getaway
Not when all the steps you made
Not when all the world’s a stage

Now let us not be overwrought
Let us take little metal bottle tops
Little metal bottle tops
And nail them upside down on the floor

The tiles will last for ever more
Wiggle, wiggle, your toes and stand
Oh howl I would
Love to make you proud

Its quite a Himalayan hill
Like Stuart Mill
And act of will.
Act of Will

Oh my love, I err
Err, err, so far
So good
I wish I could know what I should

But I have hid with head in hoods
With hoods in hoods
I never did, thought never would
Know another compass

And between us
I guess this little time
At least gifts my sisters
At least I can say I missed her.

And if I am not true
I guess there’ll be more missing too
For ever since I caught the flu
I have not known just what to do.

My doubt, My doubt
Of my own clout
Well it wheels me about
And in discipline.

I struggle, rarely win,
They say your soul is wearing thin
That I am lost afore I begin
Therefore (I do not believe a word)

if all I have is rhyme. Without brine
Let us speak o love, till dinner time
And if there are but hours left
Then there is no time to jest.

Your friends that I serve drinks too
In leather patterned shoes
I thought were just your normal crew
Sure, they were normal just to you.

But in my Clarkes I did not know
Their weight, mistook mine
They’re great, I wow, another time
And wow again, like wow. Wow!

Upon the cork I trod. Never thought me shod
For marble halls. Where you are ermine robed and all
And I’m so sorry that I called
So late to save me from my fate

This is a lasting memory
And if T is to be

Oh yes
Oh yes
Oh yes
Oh yes.

I wonder how they kept their seats
I think I may miss your tact
But have your cheek, Oh.
So slow, I must, I know.

And to get your cheek
I know the ladies knees go weak
But you must need a nice hot bath
Yes, and laugh

A nice hot bath
When did you last give love to you
By my watch your share’s overdue
Run, run, run, the water

Be serious
The water, not the park
Relax a while and have a lark.
Do you have any books to read?

I guess you might have one or two
Two or three
Four of more
Well you ought to have four score

Really well, a century
Really, what wicket’s this?
Anyone’s guess
The bowlers not got bails yet

I reckon a bath and sweat
Roll and roll. Royce

Sing a song from out the trees
Smile a while and take a rest
So high in clouds for want of girls
Yes, I confess, I just lacked confidence.

Sparu, Starling
Sparu, Starling
I ever I can lift you darling
Breathe in you some breathe of life

Stand, overstand
For you have helped this foreign land
And how they treat you oh so grand
Lord of all, of all the Strand

And the Dickens
What the Dickens is this anyway?
Solutions for our whole clade
Some fasting, and some deep breathes.

Step up
I’m up. Lets do it
What dat?
I thought I saw
Chew some fat
Step up to bat
I know you sing a little flat
But sing, I’ll sing back

Still we must play

Stochastically I fell from trees
On Abrahamic prophecy
They all misread, save you and me
We cannot leave them all mislead

Suits you, like a preference choice
If I learn to drive
I’ll be sober
Then I can be your driver.

That now you are my king
That so many parties seen
And hearty now I see you still
My brod, chew some garlic like the cud

The communists come dressed like this?
I confess, a great surprise
And believe that we must thrive
You always had a flourish
 
In tennis, cards, in wit
The finest life to chapter write

The pawns are all gone again
The rallies and the jazz,
The backspin run and run
And sweat upon the tennis court

The revolution finally
Then all I have is poetry
I always thought impossibly
Their’s to have

They say you’ll be soon to jive
For we must twist again
This is a dawn
This is just beginning.

Who ever thought
This wind is yours beneath your wings
Those early doors of course sometimes
We pause and passion rest a while.

I inherited some style
Inherited a pleasant smile
I can see your all this while
Wiggle, wiggle. Just some more

Though of course,
I prefer solar powered horse
Or car, I am sure
Rolls Royce will get that far.

All this just beginning
Possibly your Butler too
But maybe more your Lenin.

To ease the liver and the spleen
To ease the throb of Tennised knees
To life, brave love and company
To make you ease.

Turn, turn again my friend
Twist again, with Kishwa and us three

Unless, unless I can find fame
A game, empty nothing left
We will be family
I will soothe my phuva.

With lover’s words, placate, prostrate
We will, we can, we even If
We’ll dance upon a marble floor
Do you remember Clapton?

The poor carpet. When you came
Held the floor to much acclaim
And danced amongst all those young dames
Who saw me then with different name
Oh

Well it’s just not cricket
Who was he
Who dropped the banana
Made apes walk upon Savannah

Oh this great Rift unhealed
This gift I wish to write, to feel

With salt and manganese
Wrought this world
Yes we shall dream, a ream, a gleam

You will
You can, you will .
Just clean.

You I know medicate
Desire of late and well
You know that I, know my will.

You know when blessed I run through pain
And dance stone floors with sore chill blanes
Can dance to music of the sun, the birds the trees
There is so much more, more to run.

Do not go softly into this new dawn

You know that I, know my will
You know that I do rise at five
You raised me as that different sort
Raised me good to not get caught

You will
You will
You will
You will

Not your will. Caroline Ahern
God I’ve so much to learn
God I’ve only started term
Unforewarned. How’s your lawn?

Does it need a little clip?
I’ll come over, in a bit
Just a short and patient while
I was you, most patient child (?)

Yours is acknowledged
I a silent foot note

Yours still burns
My mind still designed to learn.

For it’s a funny age to be born
Do not go softly into this new dawn.