running faster than
you can flutter a lash
rushing swifter than
we can sniff a flower
rippling quieter than
they can queue on Black
Monday 27th June 2022 5:20 pm
a husk, a shell that's fallen off
the back that bore its longest day
to struggle for release supreme
from odious yesterday redeemed
i gaze in stupefied wonder
and peer into the dusky swirls
of the distant pealing thunder
that offers me a new day's thrill
Sunday 26th June 2022 2:10 pm
over many moons and calendars
over many many miles of verse
both in sharing and receiving, lines
feeding an ever emptying purse
may these blossoms fruit among their vines
Saturday 25th June 2022 10:45 am
filled with melancholy
mood lit by lampshade
names and faces dissipate
weathered post it sticks
if only the memory did
Friday 24th June 2022 1:02 pm
My butterfly is no longer mine,
I wonder if she ever really was;
When she alights on my shoulder
I know she wants me to hold her -
Flies off and she's mine no longer.
My butterfly so frail and fine,
I wonder if I was ever hers;
When she returns to kiss me again
I know she's more than just a friend -
Flies off and gone forever more.
Thursday 23rd June 2022 9:22 am
none of these life choices
though they are yours to enjoy
without so much as a batted lash
none of these improvisations
though we live barely existing
with not much more than breath
no choice could be given
no chance to chance upon
living and loving out of bounds
perimeter embankment of
social media static hairs
we aren't what we seem
Wednesday 22nd June 2022 8:28 am
The birthing of articulated expression
will always find its means of entering
into the world outside and beyond
the inner recesses of our awareness.
I love the wee and trippy hours of the
after midnight when the glass slipper
lay glimmering aloof in the moonlight
and the weary dreamer sets some
ink of thoughts onto the parchment
of a woozy head - too early in the day
Tuesday 21st June 2022 2:13 pm
Spun out of control.
Bobbing then pommeled, squashed then bloated.
A lone occupant within the confines of a tumble dryer
at full spin....
An impatient hand lifts the lid off
with deft, well practised fingers
hopeful that in so doing would speed up the process.
The spinning abruptly stops
resuming only when the lid is firmly shut
securely in place.
With a banging and...
Monday 20th June 2022 7:57 am
Sunday 19th June 2022 1:56 pm
there need not be iron bars
to keep a heart imprisoned
there is no white flag of surrender
nor o-d, nor cutting would resolve
nor does the coming-off of chains make one trully free
the stench of blood curdled cold
staining my cheek with ferrous-ity
on that flee bitten bunk each unforgiving night
a plaintive prayer wafts in upward draft
to rejoin the fraying bonds of you...
Friday 17th June 2022 1:35 am
in spite of what surrounds us
whatever circumstances are
we are learning to find peace
regardless of what's
going on around us,
learning to self-soothe
kind of thing and find
we all are coming through
to the other side, strong
persons we've missed;
our friendships through,
a new season approaching
and a sense begins to...
Thursday 16th June 2022 1:16 am
Is it not a foe who taunts —
that in itself could be borne?
Is it not an enemy's tirades—
from them one could hide?
Instead, an arrogant intimacy—
life's equal, companion & friend.
What close companionship
now scattered in the chill
of uncaring autumn winds;
from familiar paths once
walked together in gardens
of fond affection and glee.
Wednesday 15th June 2022 1:25 pm
however contrary your reality may be.
Tuesday 14th June 2022 1:36 pm
some time, somewhere out there
someone had said
that one part of poetry
is a reservoir that holds
all the sadness of this world
What then does this say of a poet?
it is not seen how
that portion poets bear
bare on virginal leaves
all their flight and fears
are tears morphed in pressed ink
Monday 13th June 2022 5:35 am
turn your gaze to power
of life and death:
they lie dormant,
a flower's expectancy
in each quiescent tongue
and those who love either
will surely sup of their fruit
Sunday 12th June 2022 12:43 pm
wriggly worms are done
i shall await
sweet scent of blooms
that should some day
sprout and mark
this very spot
if i don't
Fourteen days until your birthday, but you are no longer here. You have left us 10 weeks ago, Dad. All the special days are now another farewell.
Thursday 9th June 2022 3:46 am
crocus buds burst forth
peep and poke through dunes of white
winter bows to spring
when the sun begins to shine again
vital truths on wood-lined paths arise
Wednesday 8th June 2022 6:05 am
Join me in this boat of drunkenness,
Come with me and we shall both be drunk.
Let's sway beside what we think ourselves,
Swerving as the waves swell beneath us;
Lifting us to where lonely sounds warp,
While many other things become clear.
Come upon my mind, your tongue in mine,
And utter words that rend this turmoil;
The sound of madness not to be stilled,
Our silent voices, ...
Monday 6th June 2022 9:56 am
When your winter breaks into spring
think of new and wonderful things
while autumn creeps passed your window
break this winter free of sorrow
wait upon seasons - wait on life
live each day loving - escaping
weave each day's new strands - engaging
one day looking back - mem'ries rife.
Sunday 5th June 2022 9:40 am
Where it not for one to play buffoon
or to say of none we're way too soon
involved in peddling mass hysteria
when it's been held in each posterior
consciousness - makers of peace are
blessed. So ever to be near or far
we at our disposal have in hand
a power to write upon our sand.
Friday 3rd June 2022 12:35 am
stately tall you meekly stand
on your finger the signet band
for my sake you shunned your crown
for my breath your devotion fierce
you gave for me your sword and squire
your hospitality did never tire
proud brothers in battle or play
companions going about each day
in your shadow I had no care
my home's cupboards were never bare
song and merriment never missed
hunger a stranger to m...
Wednesday 1st June 2022 3:23 pm
There are shadows all over
Shining darkly in reverse;
Pointy ears of impish horns,
Whose stalks ravaged worn;
Chant rondeaus of curses
On a sea of four-leaf clover.
Sunday 29th May 2022 3:55 pm
whisp’ring in the wind
bleaches desert mud
send them tumbling
along endless dunes
temp’rature drops as
an astral masque ball
strings up fairy lights
across the evening sky
Friday 27th May 2022 4:40 am
more wistful now than poignant
while whistling with the wind
dancing dapples of recollection and forgetfulness
serve only to stir whirling notions
blowing willowy wisps of patinaed pirouettes
intertwining and reverberating shimmer
that no regret has any hope of obligating
- - -
N. B. here are two versions, the first and the redacted immediately following. Which do you like better?
Thursday 26th May 2022 3:30 am
It might the flying Dutchman be
Or the fame of those fishermen three
How it, planks of our own fashioning, walk we!
Tuesday 24th May 2022 1:07 pm
shadowy sheets cover,
dark, shining lips purse;
pointy ears prick skyward
as corn stalks pondered
chanting scarecrows curse
in a sea of dreams left over
Sunday 22nd May 2022 12:03 am
Red train rested at Rotterdam station
Over the border to meet a friend
Trains all over Europe pass here
Today is a bright and sunny day
Every person glows in its brightness
Realising not a former disaster, that
During the 40's destruction erupted
Along these very streets, evacuated
Murderous bombs wreaking havoc
N.B. It was 14th of May, 1940 when the Luftwaffe decimated ...
Wednesday 18th May 2022 9:56 am
With disdain they looked upon one Billy McGee
a boy that promised never to be;
a rep that’s scarred and scratched,
for sure his name’s mismatched
as darker skin ya’ever did see
on blackish hair with reddish flecks of Billy McGee.
A red haired aboriginal boy
matches were only a toy
and he was caught red handed
and always branded
the troublesome fire starter.
Poor boy had no farda
Sunday 15th May 2022 12:49 pm
numbers do not the soul touch
or rouse from depths of reverie
whose shallow sepulchral beauty
surface deep revelations aplenty
plead with matrimonial vows, thus
parchment scribbles & ceremonies
do not a marriage make and
neither will ice cream make us
any colder after calories kick in
poetry's soul may ride its form
but transcends its empirical parts
its triumph for all to behold:
Wednesday 11th May 2022 3:36 pm
Belatedly, towing a rust-worn Saab, where
many dreams and adventures are wrenched
from a youngster's brooding petulance ...
Gravel crunches under a pair of balding tires
guttural screaming to a downbeat of debt
spewing silently from a tattered billfold.
What a present: timely to an empty fridge,
in the hallway, a growing pile of washing
impatiently reeking of malodorous intent.
Tuesday 10th May 2022 1:42 pm
Amber frosted reeds
in the summers wind
syncopated and back
shouting then singing
boisterous and raucous
bright and nimble
on a soft smooth cheek.
Sunday 1st May 2022 3:50 pm
As a projectile on its trajectory
the very kernel of a heart’s story
unfurls and beckons to those who care
allows for both sides, their minds declare
each line, each verse, each accentuated pause
altogether bring, joint longing; their inimitable cause
Thursday 28th April 2022 8:00 am
wrote a poem in my head, last night
too lazy to get up and write it out
wasn't bothered to bring a pen
or a device to my bedside;
this morning was a beast
wringing my memory
for what had gone
all those words
Wednesday 27th April 2022 8:22 am
Picking up the internal slack
and bring about an inward tension
that emboldens for one to face the day
and the prospects of oncoming ones.
Where wet cheeks, are visible cues
of flipping calendars, leaf upon leaf:
and like a sparkled after-rain,
brings a moist crystality
that fills in the cracks
and mends the broken places.
Wednesday 20th April 2022 5:08 am
in its purest form
the simplest of
is to be loved in return
in similar manner
the most complex of
is reciprocating like affection
in conclusion, then,
it seems most apparent
to appreciate with reckless
abandon the air we breathe
for we build tomorrows
on these simplest, most
basic of molecules, our
humble bricks of being
Monday 18th April 2022 3:38 am
The key of currency
is the changing of hands,
a baton passed on
in constant motion
that binds together
all its participants.
A fresh, crisp bill
is a virgin still,
between your fingers
and epic journey
are yet to unfold.
Thursday 31st January 2013 2:24 pm
Tuesday 8th January 2013 12:42 am
Up to a point
pliant leaves will seep
into all its waters
until the cup overflows
so much as to stain
the meticulously starched table linen.
Then we shall face with reckoning
its true substance!
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Wednesday 2nd January 2013 11:05 pm
Another year about to end. Maybe the Mayans that made up that calendar had it better. As the year closes one is pressed to look back and gauge how it went. It's just another year, perhaps. Many things have transpired, and many more in the offing.
Just a few hours more
about half a day for the rest
for each timezone on the globe
we tear off the last she...
Monday 31st December 2012 11:36 pm
Arise, and walk along these streets,
breathe and partake of the dregs
of the mighty industrial age;
paint the colours of its appeal -
toxic fumes that light the path
to days only just imagined.
Parted lips bare wisdom,
shatter the silence that shackles;
within parched throat, sealed
sounds peal from the belfry -
tender whispers caress
each unknown orphaned hear...
Wednesday 26th December 2012 1:04 pm
a leopard that ate parsley
paw in hand
waiting on the sand
for flying fish
to skip upon
as lazy breezes
pan flute recollections
of this Iberian summer
It's all about a leopard that munches on parsley. Apart from family, friendship is the the best relationship you ...
Tuesday 25th December 2012 11:59 pm
Raise again this chalice,
fearsome and seductive;
that brims with venom
and sparkles with promise
that in the twilight beckons...
Raise this goblet
to once satin lips
now runnelled with
you hope but hope in vain...
Gulp down your fill,
wait for forgetfulness still;
let the dregs of this cup
caress your wearied mind,
Friday 9th December 2011 6:47 am
If sticks and stones can break bones
and bombs and guns can kill
then a poet's pen and words can likewise murder
but heals wounds in its sublime expression;
Our differences fade with each line of verse.
Being read, and quoted, and handed out!
That is the poet's true reward.
On shall poetry live, and within its soul
the poet in whose...
Friday 12th August 2011 2:00 am
Into itself, beyond vast darkness, remote lights beckon our tomorrow.
Into a new dark age
we go, marching,
[of soapbox poetry
there is no want
for many a voice
loudly rail and rant]
the terrain of our
condition and that
of our experience
has changed over
year upon year of
progress that has brought
Sunday 19th June 2011 3:07 pm