The Caught Jester A prank is but, another prank, by any other name. And yet my friend, I find, you played another game To jest is, to all intent, a merry caper Whether acted, or as we say, writ on paper But you, who were once a friend, defend Your part, played boldly, to the end But of the victim, fellow man, show thee sorrow? No for such is your game, played too long, the morrow And just as, justice will out, and find Your deed, whether done, or in the mind Is cruel, yes I find it so, you who I once thought Would never stray, from decent jest, to be caught So leave my court, ne’er to return, to here Your role is done, and fun, will return without fear My Chancellor I summon, NOW! I say Find a new Court Jester, I pray, TODAY! © 2000 Philip G. Bell	And in the End ... I’m a great big meteorite deep in space, Seeking out the planet of the human race. Will I get there Tuesday? Will I be on time? Will I turn the oceans into dark green slime? Rushing really fast now hidden from your view, Creeping up behind you, perhaps I’ll shout out Boo! When I meet the atmosphere warming up my skin, I’ll break off into pieces, see the fun begin. The final set of fireworks, what a show I’ll be, Make sure that you all look up high, after all it’s free. And when at last its over, amidst the rising dust, Volcanic ooze will rise again, from the Planet’s crust. © 2000 Philip G. Bell
Brigantine Roll up, Roll up, my friends come here For I have a tale to tell ‘Tis the tale of a ship that sailed one day To the sound of an old brass bell I watched as she pulled away from the dock All hands prepared for sea A grand old lady, this fine Brigantine Parting at last from me For I had served her for many a year From Cabin Boy through to First Mate But now she’s gone to her watery grave I can only see it as fate Went down my friends, the day I left Retired from the sea Although I live this life ashore My heart is still with she And no one knows just where she sank Or what had caused her doom But my memories lie at the bottom of the sea In Davy Jones’s room © 2000 Philip G. Bell	Spark In the kingdom of Mundane There lived a spark of joy A danger to the powerful Anarchic little boy Wherever there was arrogance He’d fight with humble pie Whenever there was cruelty He’d look them in the eye For deep inside their weakness Is clear for all to see And guilt it comes to haunt them Once you set it free Each generation has one A saviour in a way To liberate and comfort Each and every day © 2000 Philip G. Bell
Sphere Naked I walk through the forest of dreams As first I came into this world And as I prepare to return, I drink of the stream From whence all life burst forth My skin, stretched over this frame elastic but scarred by thorns Tells another story, of pain and hurt My Mind resting within, preparing Naked I walk through the forest of dreams And now I see the ruby glow Calling me closer, to go where all will be And wisps of mist rise, spiralling around me I look down at myself, at the scars As thorns tear at my skin Blood slowly trickling down And still I force my way to the light Naked I walk through the forest of dreams And bathe in this coherent light healing my scars and transforming this shell Into a new vehicle for my soul And as the laser reforms My body into a sphere I sense a oneness At one with where I am Naked I fly through the forest of dreams Into a new dimension Not as I remember But as I desired in another time. © 2000 Philip G. Bell	Sphere Part 2 Cast off from all that binds me to the Earth I fly from the forest of dreams Into the infinite universe And my sphere grows as I go faster And all my questions Suddenly have answers All my doubts Are shown to be false Cast off from all that binds me to the Earth I am at one with light My sphere still expands And my mass approaches infinity And a voice inside my mind Speaks to me All at once And at last I know who I am Cast off from all that binds me to the Earth I am Infinite I look down upon those who I shared life And reach out to them For I know love Not a fleeting feeling But what love is And what I had thought was wrong Casting my light to bind with the Earth I am returned And I am in touch With millions of lost Souls © 2000 Philip G. Bell
Sphere Part 3 Naked He walks through the forest of dreams As first he came into this world And as I prepare to return, I drink from the life From whence the stream bursts forth His skin, stretched over his frame elastic and scarred by thorns Tells the same old story, of pain and hurt But with his Mind resting within, preparing Naked He walks through the forest of dreams And now He sees the ruby glow Calling him closer, to me where all will be And wisps of mist rise, spiralling around him He looks down at himself, at the scars As thorns tear at his skin Blood slowly trickling down And still He forces his way to me Naked He walks through the forest of dreams And bathes in my coherent light Healing his scars and transforming his shell Into a new vehicle for our soul And as the laser reforms His body into a sphere I sense a oneness At one with us all Naked we fly through the forest of dreams Into a new dimension Not as either of us remember But as we desired in another time. © 2000 Philip G. Bell	A wonderful poet by the name of Joseph Salyer, kindly allowed me to use this to illustrate my Sphere Trilogy. Thanks Joseph     © Joseph Salyer
No one listens! Thirty-seven screams came bubbling up from the depths. Calm seas, no wind, an absence of humanity. Mayonaisse on that sandwich please, And go easy on the relish. Pain and anguish from the innermost cells. Introspective, retrospective and moribund. Hey! who changed channels? I’m watching the sport you moron. Grey faced warders, grey faced walls. Matching bars, doors and locks. Wan’ another beer my friend? Before we hit the road. © 1999 Philip G. Bell	Lost child Hard times, street wise Late night stalking Club walk talking Head line, city cries Body search, shake down Feet apart and sprawl Hands raised on wall Scenic tour of town. Siren wails, lights flash Traffic jams Cell door slams Bin for all the trash Someones child, once was loved, Lost in time Amongst the grime To late now, parents moved. © 1999 Philip G. Bell
Owl Watch I could see clearly over the field towards the barn. The field shimmered white from the fresh snow. The clear, black sky in sharp contrast And the stars and the moon a glow. My call in the night would carry afar, And send a chill through small fur food. Scurrying across from cover to cover At the edge of Farringford Wood. But tonight, they are safe from my gaze, For I watch the barn for other reason On guard against predator hawk In this, the post breeding season. Young owls a few, too few to lose. My post is solitary but oh so key I take silently to the air, this time To circle higher than the tallest tree. No hawk will enter my domain this night, Without feeling my talons on its back. My children will be free of fear, And grow, to watch, one night, one sky, so black © 1999 Philip G. Bell	Myopia Eye! In the sky, Looking right down, On the town. Why? © 1999 Philip G. Bell