Her ageing hair was swept back to be tied too tightly together
Controlled and combed but not tamed by anyone
Other hairs on the frizzy jacket from her canine family friends
Nothing flaunted is all so much more, so sensually more
Her prim proper dress hides what I already know
Soft blonde skin scented with a familiar smell
That now roams around the air I breathe back in
Seduction of the s...
Sunday 10th March 2019 8:55 pm
In that room the candles burn,
What else shall now burn in turn?
For what is in that room,
Is life and lust,
Stripped back bare,
As the bodies on the bed,
Minds opened for human love,
Eyes transfixed of colours mixed.
The candles still new,
Flicker to one another,
As shadows move too,
Also new to their entanglement,
And I am staring straight at you,
Your heart is beating fast,
Sunday 10th March 2019 7:47 pm
Rules a plenty and all so we can maintain order of our art of thought
Express yourself through a template that someone else just published
Middle class lives, aspired and achieved and desired and lived
I will give you 50 lines today and 50 lines tomorrow and 50 more on your fucking birthday
No more romance without some cash and an agreement now
Negotiate in the car or bar or online, but no...
Thursday 17th January 2019 9:52 am
She said I had a one track mind, and she did not mean the shit singles vinyl collection I still had from the 1980s...... This is a joke mate, so listen to the f..... Audio version for the enlightened thoughts of the Truth Poet.
Sunday 13th January 2019 3:03 pm
We know each year it comes to us
Darkness, to bright cold winter days
The greens become a golden yellow
Before bareness reveals ageing old oaks
Yet cousins stay that darker luscious green
And brave red berries are to be born again
In time for their festive December displays
Birds, squirrels, foxes and rats still search
To find enough to live in our way
Close enough, but not as our pre...
Sunday 16th December 2018 1:14 pm
Those bells rang and rang and rang
In absence of all now gone from us
All in this earth their life lives long
As those bells clatter the silent songs
Youth slaughtered cattle in this earth
For red bright poppies that sprout to life
Breaking through braved blooded soil
Enriched by a youth of lost loved souls
Time fated a 100 years ago by chance
Angelic eyes and soft youthful faces
Saturday 10th November 2018 11:18 am
My mind is calmed now
Just rested today as music plays
The radio emitting nothing thoughts
chilled sounds of instruments
Tuned to songs and voices in melancholy talk
Creative mind can awaken now
As a rare creature from its cave
The dangers of crazed crowds
Far away from the this morning
Sunday's best for breakfast time
6 Music BBC just beats away
A Welsh soft voice DJs to start ...
Thursday 26th July 2018 8:35 pm
So I had waited far too long,
Then you came in that summertime,
It was a wizards wanting dream,
The alchemist's were riding high,
You fell for my measured spell,
We talked, walked, felt good,
As though we knew each other well.
A dress, a suit, a summer skin,
Be owed to the warmth of sin,
Forbidden fruit, future wife?
For you had entered my living life,
Hearts beating no longer needin...
Wednesday 18th October 2017 9:00 pm
To dream is to sleep
Something so precious
To ride the highest winds in the sky
To run faster than those winds
Running through time itself
Time of a resting soul
Chasing all of life's loves
And life is a bigger dream
Touching whatever is there
In this England of mine
Made in greens and grey
From blood and toil
To the beauty in my mind
And the beating hearts
That are now together aga...
Monday 9th October 2017 9:53 pm
Tender are the lights that burn,
To the turning of your love,
Come by my way for the thinking,
Indeed to your thinking about,
Softness of a special touch.
Darkness was too busy then,
So you found me instead,
We knew this wasn't to be,
Just a quick kiss of lips red,
But a first last dance of such.
Time ticks to the beat of our hearts,
We intertwine souls once apart,
Now together str...
Thursday 27th July 2017 8:06 pm
Run, run now, run, run for your life.
For you cannot hide what you are,
Then I sat by myself, and then again,
We were three, alone, together,
I looked at myself and again,
We three, what are we?
In time we are one,
One dance on the lines of a page,
One page in one book, on one shelf
Against one wall and in one room.
I stand and stand again, and again,
For I remain three today,
Saturday 17th June 2017 12:40 am
Clatter this day to it's morning of breaking fast
The city's brethren emerge to tender to early chores in dawn shadows,
Mist swirls to mask a murky way to office or factory floor,
Awakening yawns of many duties drawn to routine ways and means,
Walking fast, cycling past, or riding on high, whilst the mud flies by,
Looking forward to nothing but the tram line path,
I see your ageing face the...
Saturday 17th June 2017 12:34 am
Why did I doubt you?
Your faithful truth,
The mother of life,
Winter was too dangerously wild,
Your light is my fight against that night.
Cherish me as I awaken,
Nourish my starving soul,
Let me feel your softening touch,
Hold me up into your arms,
Love me again as she did once too much.
Now salvation has a price,
And your love is somebody's vice,
Yet I need you now again,
I need ...
Saturday 18th March 2017 5:46 pm
Blow wild out into my path of time,
Of rhymed resistance to mild senses,
Rush and swirl to abstract abandonment,
Around and encased from a sterile world,
As I stand awaiting my ambuscade.
Reject what can only be failed inculcation,
Admonished to a pointless exhausted existence,
Now I rally and cry to battle,
Body littered with ageing contusions,
So run, run,...
Monday 19th December 2016 4:51 pm
Cleanse this time for me,
Pour away into the summer day,
Dance around this floor,
From the darkness above.
Race down my road,
Far ahead of me,
Flood what I haven't seen,
Whilst I wait inside.
Now soak me too,
Be relentless in your rhythm,
Intensify your beating,
Invade my very air.
Wash away the tear,
On my ageing burnt face,
Drain away any waste,
Coolant of heated fear.
Sunday 18th December 2016 9:04 am
Triumphant you laugh,
The winner and all,
Of chaos here now,
Tears all around,
And what of our flag,
Let the youth claim it now,
No pole for it to fly from,
Because you tore it down.
A wake up call for the meek,
Their inheritance spent,
We must now rise again,
We cannot lie down today.
They took the power today,
They just forgot about their own fathers,
Sunday 18th December 2016 9:02 am
Hello I said,
And we embraced.
Acknowledgement of comradeship,
Against the charisma of Uxbridge and South Ruislip.
Knowledgeable he is no warrior,
Unlike the man he took to author.
For we are all Europeans my friend,
Forged together to our bloodiest end.
Britain and Brittany, Britannia from Athens,
Romans, Celtic, Aryan, insurgent Moors, Saxon and more.
What is it we must rule ?
Sunday 18th December 2016 9:01 am
Soft sand, the gentle rush of salted tidal wash,
A summer's day for children to happily play.
The sky so innocently true blue,
As a lifeless loved son floats up gently,
To rest on that soft sandy bed in saintly manner,
In sweet blue shorts, brown shoes and his red T-shirt.
Face down, as though sleeping, not even looking hurt.
Hopefully being held close to an angel's heart,
But still a sacr...
Sunday 18th December 2016 8:57 am
I must enter into the enchanted forest.
Venture in at my own risk.
For there are thorns throughout to make a man bleed.
And we must now bleed.
They will cut straight through any foolish skin.
So is now the time for me to go charging in?
Wary of the spellbound contest, into which I would progress,
For I am in search of a witch, that has already confessed.
Into the woods we must go,
Sunday 18th December 2016 8:54 am
There is a women in the woods, some guess living alone.
She can talk my language, as well as her own,
an ancient venetian dialect.
She says she is a real life living domestic witch.
Others try to claim her as their very own pornographic bitch.
I believe she lives with her young daughter out there,
In the woods,
A mother, in a wooden lair.
She sows her own clothes...
Sunday 18th December 2016 8:42 am
Her dress was entwined around her.
Dark, luxurious, delicately handmade.
Embroidered with faithful fanatical care.
Arms only revealed, through material crocheted.
A young man on the television hails the dawn of a new age,
In a grey hoodie, he now owns our images,
Entrapping our lives through our faces.
There are too many nothings
and not enough some-things.
Warmth of the physical,
Sunday 18th December 2016 8:33 am