Party Invitation (29)

Party Invitation

1

I would like to mention Suzie

She has long inspired me

With her love for revolution

And the wilderness still free

Well she’s hoping you Goldie

With your love of being bold

Will embrace our revolution

That is starting to take hold

Planet saving is unusual

It begins with planting trees

And then rescuing the rivers

And protecting the high seas

We would love to have you Goldie

With your gift to lead the throng

This will draw people together

Since it feels good to belong

2

Naturally revolution

Has an anti-social name

Yet Suzie has assured me

That big business is to blame

Having sacrificed their scruples

By the gold they seek to make

Even when it means creation

Is then carved up like a cake

Planet saving is unusual

It begins with planting trees

And then rescuing the rivers

And protecting the high seas

We would love to have you Goldie

With your gift to lead the throng

This will draw people together

Since it feels good to belong

3

I suppose it’s not the norm

To attempt to save the world

So the children in the making

Will have reason to feel proud

Yet Heaven sounds better

Than some dormitory in hell

Even if the smug and certain

Might become the losers now

Planet saving is unusual

It begins with planting trees

And then rescuing the rivers

And protecting the high seas

We would love to have you Goldie

With your gift to lead the throng

This will draw people together

Since it feels good to belong

4

No doubt this will surprise you

How we feel you are the one

To draw us close together

When all is said and done

Well it’s up to you Goldie

If we come across as odd

Just remember planet saving

Sounds like music to our God

Planet saving is unusual

It begins with planting trees

And then rescuing the rivers

And protecting the high seas

We would love to have you Goldie

With your gift to lead the throng

This will draw people together

Since it feels good to belong

You can see the birds migrating

On the back of summer gone

As they fly in fine formation

To a new land just beyond

A sudden change in climate

Like a storm close to the shore

And an angel will then guide them

To a distant land that the birds adore

The End

© Frankie Spiritu

Trilogy No 1, 2 and 3 (Complete) (28)

A Gift for Goldilocks (28)

Paper Boat (1)

1

A sheet of folded paper

Was the very boat for me

My motto was plain sailing

As my yacht sank in the sea

Sharks began approaching

Keen to exercise their teeth

That might cut me into ribbons

For some bloody ocean wreath

Boats created out of paper

Are red squirrels and not grey

Since the latter are politicians

Where the mighty rule the day

With their promising solutions

That gives birth under a light

Yet something must be lacking

In the hearts of those attacking

The ones without good backing

And more vulnerable in a fight

As sharks survey the oceans

For fresh meat to eat tonight

Boats made out of paper

Are becoming rather rare

What better than a galleon

Like the Fighting Temeraire?

But change can happen quickly

And a boat become a wreck

For it only needs a banker

To appear upon the deck

To condemn a godly galleon

While thinking “what the heck

For I make most of my money

From a market that’s high-tech”.

2

A sheet of folded paper

Was the very boat for me

My motto was plain sailing

As my yacht sank in the sea

Sharks began approaching

With their lethal sets of teeth

That could cut me into ribbons

For some bloody ocean wreath

Paper boats are white rabbits

To be pulled out of a hat

Looking apprehensive

At the presidential cat

With his promising solutions

That gives birth under a light

Yet something must be lacking

In the hearts of those attacking

The ones without good backing

And more vulnerable in a fight

As sharks survey the oceans

For fresh meat to eat tonight

Boats made out of paper

Are becoming rather rare

What better than a galleon

Like the Fighting Temeraire?

But change can happen quickly

And a boat become a wreck

For it only needs a banker

To appear upon the deck

To condemn a godly galleon

While thinking “what the heck

For I make most of my money

From a market that’s high-tech”.

The End © Frankie Spiritu

A Gift for Goldilocks (Trilogy)

Wolves and Dragons (2)

1

I was lost inside the forest

With some wolves pursuing me

If I stopped to give one dinner

I would soon be feeding three

Until eventually they moved on

Leaving me to lie beside a shady tree

With my journey nearly over

And the Priest so far away

My mind was on the dragon

That had once led me astray

With the promise of a rainbow

That would fill my life with colour every day

I confess to chasing dragons

Once enslaved you must obey

But these days I am a good girl

Saved by grace and the most amazing spray

2

With wolves now all around me

I was really in a fix

Would it help to ignore them?

Could I out manoeuvre six?

Taking time for contemplation

Maybe prayer could be added to the mix

I was looking at my exit

Well before my time to go

With the wolves about to eat me

In a most untidy row

A miracle was now needed

To deal my enemies a major blow

I confess to chasing dragons

Once enslaved you must obey

But these days I am a good girl

Saved by grace and the most amazing spray

3

Well I thought about the dragon

I had chased some time before

Once its fire was extinguished

I had won a mighty war

With an end to chasing dragons

As these beasts will devour you for sure

So I lashed out at these creatures

And I sent the pack away

If a girl can chase the dragon

Then six wolves are easy prey

Just as long as you repel them

With the help of some angelic pepper spray

I confess to chasing dragons

Once enslaved you must obey

But these days I am a good girl

Saved by grace and the most amazing spray

The End  © Frankie Spiritu

A Gift for Goldilocks (Trilogy)

Running Wild (3)

1

I learnt to ski as a young child

Some say I was a pretty sight

Racing through every class

Much to my tutor’s delight

Around this time I befriended

A wayward child much like me

He really loved the wild forests

And places where we used to ski

We tumbled in the snow about us

Delighting in the world we loved

Thankful for the wild creatures

Existing long before the flood

I’m a child of the wilds

Disappearing behind the trees

Chasing foxes through the forest

And smoking out the honey bees

However on becoming adults

To office buildings we were bound

Dreaming of Norwegian mountains

And the beautiful forests all around

2

Once we started skiing together

The wilds grew inside my heart

With our lives tangled together

And so too close to tear apart

A mountain slope could be amazing

Increasing speed as we went down

Life became a brilliant adventure

Whenever we slipped out of town

Searching for a hidden tunnel

Beneath a sea of perfect white

Tangling with startled creatures

As dusk began to wake the night

I’m a child of the wilds

Disappearing behind the trees

Chasing foxes through the forest

And smoking out the honey bees

However on becoming adults

To office buildings we were bound

Dreaming of Norwegian mountains

And the beautiful forests all around

3

In every season we ran wild

A reflection of our hinterland

Empty buildings gave us shelter

When a blizzard was close at hand

Most children kept a gap between us

As rumour spread we used a whip

To frighten foxes into some boxes

To be sold off to a passing ship

Not that we would ever hurt one

We had travelled far from man

Thinking more like wild foxes

Alive and well without a plan

I’m a child of the wilds

Disappearing behind the trees

Chasing foxes through the forest

And smoking out the honey bees

However on becoming adults

To office buildings we were bound

Dreaming of Norwegian mountains

And the beautiful forests all around

Postscript

Life is a journey I suppose

You need a plan or so it goes

However foxes taught me that

The heart knows where life is at

Sadly the mind came from the rat

Before a saint could find a pussycat

The End

© Frankie Spiritu

A Gift for Goldilocks No 3 (27)

A Gift for Goldilocks No 3 

Running Wild (Trilogy)

1

I learnt to ski as a young child

Some say I was a pretty sight

Racing through every class

Much to my tutor’s delight

Around this time I befriended

A wayward child much like me

He really loved the wild forests

And places where we used to ski

We tumbled in the snow about us

Delighting in the world we loved

Thankful for the wild creatures

Existing long before the flood

I’m a child of the wilds

Disappearing behind the trees

Chasing foxes through the forest

And smoking out the honey bees

However on becoming adults

To office buildings we were bound

Dreaming of Norwegian mountains

And the beautiful forests all around

2

Once we started skiing together

The wilds grew inside my heart

With our lives tangled together

And so too close to tear apart

A mountain slope could be amazing

Increasing speed as we went down

Life became a brilliant adventure

Whenever we slipped out of town

Searching for a hidden tunnel

Beneath a sea of perfect white

Tangling with startled creatures

As dusk began to wake the night

I’m a child of the wilds

Disappearing behind the trees

Chasing foxes through the forest

And smoking out the honey bees

However on becoming adults

To office buildings we were bound

Dreaming of Norwegian mountains

And the beautiful forests all around

3

In every season we ran wild

A reflection of our hinterland

Empty buildings gave us shelter

When a blizzard was close at hand

Most children kept a gap between us

As rumour spread we used a whip

To frighten foxes into some boxes

To be sold off to a passing ship

Not that we would ever hurt one

We had travelled far from man

Thinking more like wild foxes

Alive and well without a plan

I’m a child of the wilds

Disappearing behind the trees

Chasing foxes through the forest

And smoking out the honey bees

However on becoming adults

To office buildings we were bound

Dreaming of Norwegian mountains

And the beautiful forests all around

Postscript

Life is a journey I suppose

You need a plan or so it goes

However foxes taught me that

The heart knows where life is at

Sadly the mind came from the rat

Before a saint could find a pussycat
 

The End

© Frankie Spiritu

A Gift for Goldilocks No 2 (26)

A Gift for Goldilocks No 2

Wolves and Dragons (Trilogy)

1

I was lost inside the forest

With some wolves pursuing me

If I stopped to give one dinner

I would soon be feeding three

Until eventually they moved on

Leaving me to lie beside a shady tree

With my journey nearly over

And the Priest so far away

My mind was on the dragon

That had once led me astray

With the promise of a rainbow

That would fill my life with colour every day

I confess to chasing dragons

Once enslaved you must obey

But these days I am a good girl

Saved by grace and the most amazing spray

2

With wolves now all around me

I was really in a fix

Would it help to ignore them?

Could I out manoeuvre six?

Taking time for contemplation

Maybe prayer could be added to the mix

I was looking at my exit

Well before my time to go

With the wolves about to eat me

In a most untidy row

A miracle was now needed

To deal my enemies a major blow

I confess to chasing dragons

Once enslaved you must obey

But these days I am a good girl

Saved by grace and the most amazing spray

3

Well I thought about the dragon

I had chased some time before

Once its fire was extinguished

I had won a mighty war

With an end to chasing dragons

As these beasts will devour you for sure

So I lashed out at these creatures

And I sent the pack away

If a girl can chase the dragon

Then six wolves are easy prey

Just as long as you repel them

With the help of some angelic pepper spray

I confess to chasing dragons

Once enslaved you must obey

But these days I am a good girl

Saved by grace and the most amazing spray

The End

© Frankie Spiritu

A Gift for Goldilocks No 1 (25)

A Gift for Goldilocks No 1

Paper Boat (Trilogy)

1

A sheet of folded paper

Was the very boat for me

My motto was plain sailing

As my yacht sank in the sea

Sharks began approaching

Keen to exercise their teeth

That might cut me into ribbons

For some bloody ocean wreath

Boats created out of paper

Are red squirrels and not grey

Since the latter are politicians

Where the mighty rule the day

With their promising solutions

That gives birth under a light

Yet something must be lacking

In the hearts of those attacking

The ones without good backing

And more vulnerable in a fight

As sharks survey the oceans

For fresh meat to eat tonight

Boats made out of paper

Are becoming rather rare

What better than a galleon

Like the Fighting Temeraire?

But change can happen quickly

And a boat become a wreck

For it only needs a banker

To appear upon the deck

To condemn a godly galleon

While thinking “what the heck

For I make most of my money

From a market that’s high-tech”.

2

A sheet of folded paper

Was the very boat for me

My motto was plain sailing

As my yacht sank in the sea

Sharks began approaching

With their lethal sets of teeth

That could cut me into ribbons

For some bloody ocean wreath

Paper boats are white rabbits

To be pulled out of a hat

Looking apprehensive

At the presidential cat

With his promising solutions

That gives birth under a light

Yet something must be lacking

In the hearts of those attacking

The ones without good backing

And more vulnerable in a fight

As sharks survey the oceans

For fresh meat to eat tonight

Boats made out of paper

Are becoming rather rare

What better than a galleon

Like the Fighting Temeraire?

But change can happen quickly

And a boat become a wreck

For it only needs a banker

To appear upon the deck

To condemn a godly galleon

While thinking “what the heck

For I make most of my money

From a market that’s high-tech”.

The End

© Frankie Spiritu