Saturday, 24 December 2011


Amid the urban turmoil
Of a rush hour city street
A cacophony of diesels 
Joins a mass of stomping feet.
Mix the rattling departure
Of the elevated train,
As the local band convention
Starts out marching once again.
There's the rolling of the thunder
Country music from the stores,
Heavy hammers of the builders
Who are laying office floors.
Overhead the jets are flying
Leaving vapour in the sky
And a chapter of the Angels
Ride a hundred Harleys by
As you shelter in a doorway
From the racket and the rain,
I can hear across an ocean
You are whispering my name.

Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2011

Sunday, 18 December 2011

I am a Knight

I am a knight valiente
An armoured cavalier 
Who’s Chivalrous in combat
Oblivious to fear.
I ride upon a warhorse
None mightier was seen,
Prepared to fight a thousand
For the honour of  my queen.

I am a lowly minstrel boy
No land  or title mine,
I play the melodies I write
For bread and watered wine.
But I will walk the darkest paths 
Dare swamp and shifting sand 
To entertain the courtiers
And win my ladies hand. 

I am a graceless gypsy lad 
Who’s far beyond the law  
I live by wits and thievery  
Am vilified  by all.
The ladies in the market town 
Who shun me every day 
Burn candles in the casement 
When their masters are away.   

 Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2011.

Saturday, 10 December 2011

Bondage to her Smile

I'd heard of such a romance 
How it rocked me when it came, 
As the breeze became a whirlwind   
Fanning embers into flame.
In a moment of eruption
That I never could explain,
Falling all that way in moments
Praying not to rise again.    

Always something overwhelming   
When her love begins to pour,
And she rolls on me like thunder
Never leaves me wanting more.  
A convection of capriciousness 
Compels me to implore.     
To be in bondage to her smile,     
Seductive, lustful, yet demure,    

 Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2011.     

Thursday, 1 December 2011

Alice in the Afternoon

Alice in the morning
Was a foil for the sunrise,
Her eyes were filled with splinters 
Of another sleepers dream. 
She looks down on a city  
And is tired of her future,
Knowing she is drowning  
In the overwhelming stream. 

Alice in the afternoon
Found wrinkles in a mirror,
She brushed her hair with tortoiseshell 
And felt the sun go down.
Sometime in the evening
She started into cleaning,
With dusters she kept tearing
From her virgin wedding gown.  

Alice in her rocking chair
Winnowing her memories,
She's finding pain and gemstones 
In grains that she has panned.
Somewhere in the long age
A moments playing over,
Then fading with the music 
Alice reached to take his hand. 

Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2011.

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