I strived for light brighter than my torch, keenly

Overlooked cues of collectively sourced beams

I learned, scouted for candle stores, shared maps

I passed cold shoulders to who refused me a hand

Now, I figured, those I cried help from needed it too

Adulting reveals, some greetings have requests attached

I have been losing fights in my own 3am dreams

A sedulous being...

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From last month written about government PIP stuff.

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ARRIVAL OF CONCRETE

The old woman pottered

in a coal-dark house

with an inscrutable history 

from before our time;

she'd shout at kids

who messed in the meadow.

Buttercups and poppies

scattered colour

across that wild expanse

where dock leaves

apparently cured nettle stings

and the travellers said

the field contained

cures for most ailments.

T...

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I believe all my poems to be refined,
And to have an impact upon our mind.
And although they're deep and thoroughly planned,
Each one is quite easy to understand.

They may be about people or about things,
And aimed towards beggars right up to kings.
And they show us how to appreciate life,
And hold happiness whilst dealing with strife.

They may be about thoughts or our emotions.
And t...

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I am Palestine Action

Netanyahu said "jump", so we jumped,

we invaded Iraq, kissed his rump,

now in B.Liar’s Riviera del Blood,

morality’s trod in the mud,

his Majesty’s long streak of piss

makes Britannia a moral Abyss,

Palestine’s babies need Action,

kind words not an option,

so, come and get me, you B.Liarite war monger

whose weapons of wa...

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Her sky was burning crashing down around her 

there  was fire in the sky  it burned so brightly she could 

not see that her whole entire world was gone she lost her

breath laying on the ground tears began to fall down her face 

washing some of the darkness away those tears fell and fell

until the fire was out  and she found her breath with her last bit of strength 

she stood up l...

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RANDOM ACCESS CO-IMAGINATION

Simon says The River Goyt

might become the Styx in Heaven.

Will says something about who you

think of touching yourself in the shower.

I say maybe all I need is a length,

need is a length of metal chain.

Dave says it’s rude to repeat

the shift of feet down the corridor.

Raymond says let’s have one more

crumble from dad’s...

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Who can say one way is better than another?

Who, then, is the arbiter of good and bad, better and worse?

Some live in bushes

Some live in mansions

Some create messes

Some clean them up

Some are gentle 

Some are fierce

Some fall apart

Some build up

Who, then, is the judge and jury?

Beyond all judgments,

something else lives.

Beyond all choices,

something el...

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Timber merchants disturb psychiatrists

A cut above the rest on the brink

I’m tired of pills a voice not truly mine.

A SALESMAN APPROACHES HIS RETIREMENT

Jettisoned into play pouring from nylon skin

Just run away with the thoughts in my head

Traumatic frenzy incorporating fear.

Con-trails whisper piratical tales as

Mr Southern Comfort travels north

Go on l...

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When your body bleeds,
the world turns near,
with gentle hands to calm your fear.

When your tears fall,
the world rushes in with soft embrace,
to hush your sobs and dry your face.

When you smile,
the world throws a celebration,
to rejoice in the blooming of your elation.

But what about me?

When my body bleeds.
no one turns.

When I cry.
the world does not listen.

When I sm...

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Yes I suppose

                   you do owe me a dance

here at the end of this long empty highway

What might it be to stand face to face, palm to palm, lips and heart seeing eye to eye?

You calling out to me, even in silence

                                                        it is a sharp call

                                                                           de...

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The need of a moth for a flame

or a painting for glass and a frame

a foot for a shoe and the other foot too

and a Lion for a tamer to tame

An opponent to fight until eithers knocked out

tickets for a touter to tout

a plane for somewhere to fly meat for a pie

a not guilty verdict when there is doubt.

A key for a lock on a gate an alarm clock so you won't be late

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We didn't want him to return

to the cerulean waves alone,

so we left his ashes there,

mixed with a few shells we found

along the misty strand.

A feather marking the honored place

where they were to await

the welcoming sea.

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I feel the wind seep onto my cheeks, I can't understand what it is telling me

I feel it's brash abrazen currents, as they unmask my myriad of sin.

It all came too suddenly, now like an exfoliated cliff edge or the dagger of a sword,

I am sharper than ever, they believe I am here to fill their void

They avoid taking responsibility, their naivety is killing and twisted, I laugh in j...

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perhaps there will be times

now and again and for no

particular  reason that you

will think of me,

a foolish thing I used to say

or a certain way of going

about a routine task,

and for that fleeting moment

a smile will grace your lips,

a smile you won’t be able or

wish to suppress and in that

infinitesimal fragment

you’ll understand what it was

to have really...

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Time ticking

Late nights thinking

About the time passing

And the time that is gone

Hours and hours thinking

Remembering and wishing

For a different ending

Every minute is torture 

Without you

Ever since I don't hear your voice

My life lost meaning

It lost its compass

I wonder aimlessly

Years go by 

And I don't feel progress

Just a sense 

That th...

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Academia Aetheris

(the celestial school of verse)

They came— not summoned, but stirred.

Poets born in the umbra of supernovae, 

dreaming in quatrains 

before they could form hands. 

Choristers of comet tails, 

scribes of auroras in decline.

Each carried a shimmer of that first interlude, 

the brief binding of Flame and Listening. 

Their lines bor...

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A lone apple blossom clings inside sticky heat.

She blooms too late—her petals ache with desires.

I press my thigh—her fleeting scent, without mine, incomplete.

The mirror knows my hungers, captive by summer briars.

She blooms too late—her petals ache with desires.

I spread for her—hot breath, the mirror’s caress, skin wet as dew.

The mirror knows my hungers, captive by summ...

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We started camping on sunday to get our tuesday centre court tickets Steph and I made some good friends in the queue who wanted tuesday tickets too on entry we rushed to the shop Steph bought a Novak hat I bought an Alcaraz top then we had a posh sandwich lunch before meeting our new friends for strawberries and cream followed by a glass or two of pimms Deb and Jo had been before and showed us aro...

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I really won't name it. 

I would have done it for Europe,

for the Continent that brought me up

put me down

and everything in between.

How we faced the crises. 

How we carried the historical weight. 

I won't name The Crisis that became too much

for me, 

I just live my life, even if it's like 'heavy-weight'. 

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Christopher Robin went down with Alice

to view the loo at Blenheim Palace

a stunning work of art to behold

remarkably it was made of gold.

They came upon a disorderly scene

holes in the wall where the pipes had been

how could anyone be so callous

to steal a loo from Blenheim Palace?

Christopher thought a lock would suffice

while contemplating paradise

but Al...

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At first it was all I could do
to stare into the past
to search out any scraps
that I recognize from the long ago.

At first it was just sad,
being bracing and alone
I turned to face the future:
blank slate
locked gate
face the fact, nothing lasts.

Do I lie to myself?
Yes and no - only when
the tracks in the snow
lead, inexorably to my
front door. Otherwise, no.

The air is brac...

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Of all the loves throughout my many years,

there’s only one still with me when I waken,

whose absence would give rise to streams of tears,

for who could do without the taste of bacon.

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Here today gone tomorrow 
Joy it came then came sorrow
Here today gone tomorrow 
Living on time that was borrowed
Here today gone tomorrow

You gave me the gift of life
Along with a lot of trouble and strife 
Dear mother I know you meant well
What the future held who could tell
You raised me up to be a Catholic boy
Religion gave me heartache not joy
The church is a den of iniquity 
Se...

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To save our environment ,is an act of immense piety,

Mirrored in kindness to both humans and animals in our society.

On walking my dog on a hot sunny day,I developed a thirst.

Arriving at a lake.I made sure my thirsty dog drank first.

Kindness to living beings is a religious act worthy of a divine reward.

My dog happy,wagging his tail and refreshed marched forward.

Live and ...

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I am always on the periphery

of whatever is happening. Just sat

watching Glastonbury on the TV

wishing I could be a part of that.

Then I consider the disgusting khazis,

shudder at the price of food and booze,

some young woman who has overpartied

would throw up over my jeans and shoes.

And some time after The Wet Leg gig,

I’d forget where my tent is located

and ask dir...

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Night through the skylight -
Summer wraps around my toes.
Cool refreshing breeze.

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’IF THESE THINGS’ 

By The Urban Poet

If the sea was green with envy

Would the sky be blue with sadness?

If the gentle turned outrageous

Would the calm be temperamental?

   If these things?

Would these things?

If these things?

   If a dog began to talk

Would we even understand it?

If a liar told the truth

Would he still be underhanded?

   If these things?

W...

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The glinting, glistening crowd

Are banging at my door,

Demanding satisfaction;

They know my weaknesses, of course.

Cagey, I hide in the basement

And plead a prior engagement,

But they will come tomorrow,

And they day after that;

And the public mood, for what it’s worth,

Is on their side.

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Oh Nobel minds, in hallowed seat,
Let not your purpose taste defeat.
The world looks on with wary eyes—
Will justice bend or truth arise?

They whisper Trump deserves the crow...

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The chanting in the cloister

The pealing of the bell,

As sure as God’s in Gloucester

So all with Gloucester’s well.

It’s said that God in Heaven

Benignly chose this place

This city by the Severn

To domicile his grace.

So many towers skywards tilt

As to the clouds they’ve clawed

So many seats of worship built

As Houses of The Lord.

The old mon...

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what if I told you that calmness is a part of the skin?

what if I told you that safety is embodied in a goodbye touch? 

what if I told you that kindness is wrapped in a part of the body? 

what if I told you that compassion is found in the hand? 

that beautiful almost cheek-like soft raised part 

of your skin between your thumb and your finger 

what if I showed you that I sti...

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On these five o'clock mornings, when it's too early to stir the house,

I've been thinking of you,

Wondering if you'll come home.

Waking underground, I know you cannot see the sky

from where compassionless fire falls.

Don't worry, things here are the same as ever they were,

although you will be different

when you unpack your secrets in the quiet sp...

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I wrote a note in my head,
Folded it inside my ribcage.
It said, “I can’t keep fighting
With a heart that always breaks.”

Mom never stayed,
Dad was just a silhouette.
And I swore I’d never
Repeat all that shit

But I guess I did.

We screamed in courtrooms
Over a child I never got to see grow.
I traced his name in the frost
On my rearview window.

I lost him before
I got the cha...

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Walk softly through the world, unseen,
No need for crowns or robes pristine,
Let others boast, let trumpets swell,
The silent heart will serve as well!

A river does not shout its course,
Yet carves the stone with patient force,
The tree stands tall, but bends in wind,
Its roots, not branches, help it win!

Don't chase the light for selfish gain,
Let kindness shine, though none explain,
...

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Write out of the ruins
Plants don't grow out of dirt alone
Death and decay occupy the soil
That which previously flourished 
Now exists for the sake of
What needs to be nourished 
Don't think that the ideas must blossom 
Just know that they can 
It need not be pretty
The soil need not be clean
Life grows out of whatever 
Write something down 
Careful cultivation is not required 
Just ...

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To change a piece of me,

Is to kill the peace within,

The silence of demons

I speak not of,

And the smiles i show off most.

The tainted obidient mask,

I and 'they' hold highly of.

The forever yes and rarely no,

The answer to unrequited efforts,

Unrequested needs left out.

Barely, do they get to say,

Whats deeply felt, just to stay servient.

To let my chains brea...

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Poem 61 of 230:  WORSLEY VILLAGE

Where earliest of coal-canals meet,

    And have their waters ochred

By the seepage of old-deep-mine earth;

    Where mock-Tudor is a treat,

And classic boats are newly coated

    At dry-docks, before rebirth;

Where miners made tough risky efforts,

    Working seams for hours non-stop -

Cramped, often without the room to stand;

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A raw and redemptive,
a jagged lullaby wrapped
in grit and grace.

Confronting primal origins
of beauty, tracing how chaos,
trauma, and history's rough edges
are not just background noise,

but the very instruments
in life’s symphony.
Pain isn’t just a prelude to joy—
it’s part of the composition.

This poem, insistent:
what is beautiful isn’t
in spite of the brokenness,
but ...

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Just You

I retain the essence of you

In the air I breathe,

So much so,

I spurn exhalation.

Sweet, unmistakable you,

Filling my mood with light,

Keeping my soul

From life’s erosion.

Your gracious smile, knowing yet forgiving,

Imprinted on my being to melt sins and self-doubt.

Eyes which bewitch and beguile, fix me in awe,

While enfolding thoughts and d...

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Sweet nothings

Costing next to nothing, 

Melt into an afterword, 

Ceding the stage 

To the lazy afterthought, 

Whilst a recondite chant, 

In remembrance rooted

And forgiveness steeped, 

Waits in the wings

For a time when folly

No longer parades

Like a fait accompli...

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My son can't sleep on those nights

He doesn't feel his human rights.

The main thing he wants to know,

No more wars for him to show.

He wants to feel and be the silent

I told him once to be patient.

He doesn't want to hear the calls

He hides himself around the walls.

I can also be angry and even cry,

I sometimes ask the Lord to die.

I do not fe...

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I reluctantly came up for air

The rhythmic pulses . . .

Intertwined with mine

The soul’s welcome guest

All year round

    Reluctantly I came up  for air

Bathed in Satie

I restarted the day anew

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The Town Hall Union flag flies at half –mast.
Over Anfield Stadium, a huge shadow is cast.
The heart breaking news shocked us all today.
Diogo Jota and his brother were taken away.

Flowers and scarves, tied to the solemn trees.
Gently, silently they sway in the Anfield breeze.
God, please look after their family, I ask of you.
So many hearts have now been broken in two.

RIP Diogo Jot...

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This sadness, I call it Dune

a mound of sand that forever blows into my life

looming, vast, over my head.

Its eyes, lazy and ancient

at times watch me with strange fascination

a forgotten masterpiece in a deserted gallery.

It calls, heedless of the hour

its scream a dull thud that drenches my heart.

I shrink, writhe, and wither

a forgotten lily

dead before its ti...

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Love has so many ways,

Of coming into our lives

Parents love – always and forever

No type, no condition, no measure

The college love – pure and bright

But not always strong enough to fight

The office love – mature but fun

It always comes to the end of its run

The one way love – short and sincere

If not returned, ends in a sad tear

The marriage love – responsible and p...

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The Death of Fanny Adams

She was laid to rest in Alton Cemetery.

Her body pieced together, stitched and glued.

Killed, her headless body hacked apart.

Sweetness was lost from the Adam's brood.

Frederick Baker was hanged on Christmas Eve,

As five thousand spectators looked on.

Finally, he showed due regret and remorse,

Scaffolded, a hemp rope necklace t...

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Watching every movement...
thinking and predicting
Slowly, I started to get carried away
by my thoughts

Deeper and deeper
I started to lose myself
Questioning why all this had to happen
And why did they take up all the space in my mind

And when it got too deep,
It feels like it kills me
I wonder, what's wrong with me
Until I became very quiet

I feel like I lost my peace
I can on...

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Golden Rays in Monsoon Days
Sheikh Shanto Bin Abdur Razzak

In the evening sky, the cloud-boats float,
Their charming grace strikes a tender note.
My fragile heart, in wonder’s embrace,
Finds joy in the monsoon’s blushing face.

Snowy egrets soar back home at last,
Eyes linger where rainbows have amassed.
Nature wears hues in a splendid spree,
A thousand tunes dance in the breeze—oh see...

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