A stroll around Kirkby Lonsdale with me
Take-away a bacon butty and a cup of tea
Start at Devils Bridge among the motorbikes
This is where we will begin our short hike
The pathway along the River Lune is our walk
Ending up the Radical Steps, breathless, unable to talk
A view made famous by Ruskin and Turner long ago
Across to Underley Hall and the Lune Valley below
Wednesday 3rd June 2020 9:56 am
Oh my God
I can't forget
The way you
Owned the road
In many a boy's heart
Leasing a foothold.
The way you used
Calls for an assay
You're composed of
To outsmart many
A girl 100 fold.
It is unmatched
Monday 26th August 2019 12:28 pm
A world of desperation.
The face and the faceless.
Indescribable yet on the tip of my tongue.
Impecability holds the key to power.
I stare out over the city on my park bench throne.
The morning hours calm my mind.
Crows speak in their own tongue.
I reflect on a night of dreaming.
The number is 4.
Time to let go of what I can no longer carry.
My saving grace is ...
Monday 10th June 2019 2:29 pm
Lovely smiles at early morning,
Poetic voice says: “Hello”
Shiny eyes yearning look.
Asking happily “How are you?”
When did we met and where!
Few years ago, may be more
It was crowded party there
When she shines out of the door
We had a table, but no talk
Merrily smile, she looks shy
Asked timidly can we walk?
I shook hands, then walk...
Friday 1st March 2019 2:52 pm
Does a lie has feet or walk
Only liars have more than two
Don't listen to a lie as a joke
Then will help lies to grow
God will ask; why do you lie?
So get ready for God's punishment.
Me, you, them, surely will die
Should keep ready for last statement
Get back soon to the early pureness
And stop cheating creatures
Just in case you look for happiness
Wednesday 27th February 2019 1:03 pm
We were lame and we were young,
Walking in the woods,
While singing our song,
Never in my dreams, felt anything wrong,
Thought you were always coming along,
Do not remember where exactly I lost you,
My eyes searched for you in heavy fog,
I continued my journey amidst the rocks,
Shivered through-out the night,
Darkness was blocking my sight,
Always thought that you wer...
Thursday 24th January 2019 5:56 am
A long dark way and the loneliness deep
Some memories some wists along i keep
silence complete the wind one can hear
Hissing of moving leaves everywhere
A shady path align with trees
A sight from all cares it frees
Some dry leaves wistfully laid
Some still on trees all greenfly clad
A musk of dry dust in air
The drowning sun with few last stares
rising some smoke from chimneys far ...
Thursday 25th January 2018 11:02 am
The big oaks at the corner
stretch their leaves to gather the evening sun.
A breeze lifts and turns them,
dark, bright, bright, dark.
A green glitter effect
that entrances me
starting the long stretching walk along the lane.
As I walk, the sun lights overhead leaves,
creates broderie anglais shadows
where cars slowly trail only feet apart.
Above a lacy sheet of alto cumulus spreads
Saturday 7th October 2017 7:18 pm
Borne of summer strolls untold
Into evenings where countless stories unfold
The road ahead was void of cars
And I alone played an orchestra to the stars
They shined their blessings from celestial seats
Meanwhile, I looked beyond perennial streets
Pondering clues for my desired path
For answers to a writer’s insatiable wrath
A scent, a sight, a cricket in the still...
Tuesday 18th July 2017 3:41 am
I leave by front door. Climb up, north,
beyond cardboard houses lining the route
away from the roaring city.
But, no lie, sound travels; on bridges of air,
rivers of dust, canyons delved by word and cry.
The swarming bustle echoes down centuries;
building, toil, murder, love, revolution, dying birdsong;
hate, war; the engines of humanity, channelled, set.
I walk away,...
Saturday 2nd January 2016 3:19 am
Out walking to where three valleys meet, past Dovestones, on a drizzly day. Low clouds hugging the hilltops, a grey shroud. Dampness on my skin, I become part of the day. Slowly soaked to the skin, walking with my friend. Earthy smell of wet grass assaulting my senses. Misty weather, a favourite of mine. Time taken away from me, nature’s world grey and grand. My eyes a camera, capturing ...
Friday 21st February 2014 3:45 pm
Out walking to where three valleys meet, past Dovestones, on a drizzly day. ...
Thursday 24th November 2011 1:00 pm
I’ve been on an eight mile hike with my mate, getting out of town.
Up roads, to the Waterworks to give a witch my Amelia Earhart spell.
Venturing through farmer’s fields, over dry stone walls and under barbed wire fences. ...
Thursday 22nd September 2011 11:39 pm