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The Autumn chill blows between
the seasons hardened trees
The leaves may turn
a beautiful shade of gold
but my hue will always
be a summer's green
only to be seen when the sun
hangs high in the sky
and the clouds are
nowhere to be seen
I lie down on the fresh
waiting for a soft breeze
to fan my sun blushed cheeks
and the soft wings of
Monday 1st October 2018 8:17 pm
You see the chavs unveiling torsos
Which fashion hair that always grows
The shorts his distant cousin wears
Showing us sights that only scare
The ice cream man appears once more
Serving melting ice cream through his door
You hear the neighbours having a Barbie
An hour or two later they sound rather barmy
The neighbourhood drunk stumbles as usual
And vain young girls become rather delusion...
Friday 27th July 2018 12:30 am
16th July 2018
In places the grass is brown and dry
The garden is a desert of cracked peat
Plants dead and trees about to die
Only my sunflower loves the heat
But this is Wales, yet
nearly all of my bees
have never known these
Monday 16th July 2018 3:22 pm
I sit outside the door
on a slate bench
my back against the cottage wall
in the evening sun
listening to a blackbird sing
the most astonishing sweet notes
In front of me
there is elderflower
buttercups spangle the uncut grass
and the old larch looms in its corner
beyond the ancient stones of Hafod
which mark my plot
The sun has not long returned...
Sunday 24th June 2018 9:22 am
lay on the ground
in the summer sun
As I watched
workers carried two more away
life continued as usual
a hum of activity
on that square of concrete
that summer afternoon
Thursday 21st June 2018 3:38 pm
Riots in another Eden, Eve’s tearful funeral,
Her truth was a lie and was all about Eve
Caged across anonymous affairs
Over poetic contexts in fragmented narratives
Through expectant open-mouthed pockets where paradise
Would never be the same again
Eve has escaped the serpent
But not its bite, she chases the dragon now
The blackened souls will always rule,
But not i...
Monday 11th June 2018 11:35 pm
Sunset Over Lupset (August 1968)
Lupset sunsets smelled of bonfires,
undercut with new mown grass,
wild mint by the kitchen window,
treasures in the strawberry patch.
Father sat with pint of shandy,
The mower cooling in the shade,
the rake stowed by the garden shed,
the kids with sparkling lemonade.
Summer sun dips on the estate
dragging shadows from th...
Friday 11th May 2018 5:13 pm
Back To The Park
It’s mid July,
a summer’s day.
School is just
a memory away.
We lay on grass
and watch the sky
and count the clouds
as they pass by.
We talk of bands
we’d like to see -
Led Zeppelin, Quo,
Sabbath and Free.
a distant bark,
In the park.
You turn to me
and kiss my lips
and move in close,
Tuesday 3rd April 2018 2:55 pm
Spring and summer
Today may be hot
Like boiling water in a pot,
But I will play outside anyway….
….because today is a special day.
The sun rays are glistening beams of light
With beautiful birds in flight
This is the reason,
Why I love the season.
How about spring?
You might never know what it will bring.
Now the winter is over...
Sunday 1st April 2018 9:26 am
forgotten are the times
our laughs filled the air
gone are the times
we wished would never leave
in blistering august
Tuesday 6th March 2018 10:34 pm
I recently assembled these thoughts on coming across the poem's quotation from John Steinbeck while reading The Grapes of Wrath. I often suggested to my students the advantage to be gained by attempting an argument in opposition to what the student wished to argue. In other words, the good old Light and Dark strategy. The "Terrace" setting is Perth's main city thoroughfare, St. George's Terrace. I...
Thursday 1st March 2018 7:30 am
Shall I compare thee to a Manchester summer’s day?
You’re a bit damp and soggy
I’d love to sit in your company
But the ground seems a little boggy
Outwardly bright, but temperamental
Presently fine, so I’ll risk it
As Carpe Diem is essential
Blink and you’ve missed it
But thou art as bright as a summer’s day
Through skies laden with smog
From Ancoats, Droysl...
Tuesday 30th January 2018 9:55 am
The lake is still in the evening sun
A little breeze make the longer grass sway on the bank
and a ripple disturb the surface:
A mayfly lands
A swallow drinks and is gone before I see
With a rattle, a duck takes off from behind the island
Then it is still again
Beneath the reflections are fish
Sometimes - but not yet tonight -
A circle of ripples flows out from a rise
Monday 15th January 2018 3:40 pm
Spell-binding hammer-pounded sunlight retina-
flinches squint-eyed revel-faces. Crowd folk lost in
head clouds slow-revolve whilst time is on leave, passing
without fail – stopping to tell me not to hurry,
moving on unnoticed, startling late-crowds with
midnights and an early, well spent sun rise. Band-lulled
we join a synchronised gyro-walk, pacing the
flow-gyratory past fo...
Saturday 6th January 2018 10:14 pm