Destroyed by power and prejudice
The blood encrusted brick and concrete dust,
The remains of living, of hope
A memory now
Replaced by pain and hunger
While legs worn and weary,
On shoes broken by endless footsteps
Camp in a pulverized arena
The donated blanket,
The small gifts of living, a hope
A future, I wander, I wander...
Monday 11th January 2016 7:00 pm
Your weary legs walked proudly to your seat
And having sat you could not bear to stand
Since standing meant submit to slow defeat
Forgoing principle for lame demand
Arrested, charged and jailed, you broke the law
But stood your ground, the senate heard your plea
While Martin Luthor spoke for what he saw
Supporters gathered strength, they set you free
Tuesday 1st December 2015 9:24 pm
I make my mark on the world
not large but big enough
no highlight, fame nor fortune
but written bold with love.
Tuesday 7th December 2010 7:45 am
I am the tree, my roots mysterious and deep,
My seed has ridden on the wind and settled
to wait for the sun rise over land I will never see,
Grow and mature, resemble me.
Related, we are family.
I am the gazelle, my legs lissom and swift
I run like the wind, and settle to graze the grasslands,
never alone in the sun, together we are free my herd and me.
Monday 1st March 2010 4:57 pm
I am one, I am two I am three million.
The ways I know are a thousand trillion
Spend an epoch, squander an age
Eons pass, I am the sage
I tell the future, own your past
Life inside, the dice is cast.
How many microbes in this space
Adrift like plankton,
A world-wide rat race
Follow me, I know the way
Don’t be shy, go get bitten
I have done it all, and written.
Saturday 31st October 2009 11:15 am
I discovered the wild green plum
down the lane, where the horse's run
rolls the clay to a chocolate base,
Turning features on the face
of fertile wet earth dust
on her bulging bee-yeast crust,
and the creamy custard sky
tops a bramble plum-filled pie.
Here the spikey blackthorns reach
to the haw, to the oak, to the beech,
While their tarty indigo sloes
top the gentle-fruit of the ...
Friday 18th September 2009 8:59 am
Faster than thought,
His retracting pupil checks, stirs,
The yellow eye sees, movement, caught.
Folds wings fleeting, speeds between trees,
glides, with the grace of a dancer
in a silent world.
Unqualified precision, cold.
The beauty of hunger, propelled
sleekly, through a funnel of air
brushed by light feather sweeping down,
down to the ground.
Into the chasm, small and gr...
Saturday 8th August 2009 10:05 am
Wrote this for the Birkenhead Park poetry competition, didn't win, but well, never mind eh?
It’s so long since we walked in BirkenheadPark, together
And wandered at will down the paths, or fed ducks on the lake,
And rolled in the grass, or sat under a tree in fine weather
Where light-sabres of sun fight the dark-side, and we lie and wait.
Watch blue, fish-shaped, sky in an ocean of leaves mak...
Sunday 7th June 2009 10:27 am
A perfect day on velvet hill
where wild garlic grows,
cabbage white seeks cabbage, and still wings stir.
This dreamy afternoon
the grass grows dry and warm.
The air wears the hum of the hoverfly
The young leave the warren,
play tag in the bracken, investigate the slopes,
bravely explore the other side, forget to hide.
Soundless, unseen, she circles above,
The raptor locks her...
Monday 25th May 2009 6:21 pm
My swollen belly, evidence enough for you
my accusers, who
see not my weakness
nor the advantage taken of it,
but only guilt
and gather, empty handed yet
assume the shame of acquiescence,
your judgement the vessel,
my doom the journey’s end.
The agony of ignorance explodes on my skin
and blameless stones glisten red in the sun.
Monday 30th March 2009 1:55 pm
At the end of the day
When I pack away
All my thoughts into the suitcase of my mind
Sometimes I can't close the lid.
Thursday 19th March 2009 9:57 am
Matching couples stroll along the promenade at dusk
Jeans together, teens together, cheeks Dior to musk.
Spectacled and spectacled gazing each to each,
Sandaled ones accompany each other on the beach.
Couples jog, along with dog, in multi-coloured tracksuits
And double lap the two who nap beside the sea in swimsuits.
Trendy twos in leather shoes, with matching hair and sweaters
Strike a ...
Thursday 19th March 2009 9:33 am
Death will come to me dressed in grey
resembling an ordinary day
of muted birdsong in lazy trees
of slow dark clouds and muddied streams
of empty life and squandered years
of sleep-walking and idle dreams.
Sunday 18th January 2009 12:00 pm
The railway carried us away
On trains by day,
On trains by night
To descend onto a God-forsaken stage
In the line to the left
You need no bed, nor shelter
In the line to the right
You will run with a sack on your back
Until you can’t go on
In naked fear
Your dignity stripped
All contact from before, lost
You are forgotten
Outside of the ima...
Monday 10th November 2008 11:52 pm
Mother of the Modern Day Civil Rights Movement
Your purpose settled deep within your skin
When innate courage mirrored glowing coal
Determination, all were found within
You Rosa, kindled fire in your soul
When weary legs could bear you to your seat
And having sat they could not bear to stand
Since standing meant submit to slow defeat
Forgoing principle for lame demand
Sunday 2nd November 2008 12:22 pm
Enough hard truths and promises
Hugs and kisses stained with secret regret
And interrupted eye contact
You wobble between parallel worlds
Clutching, afraid to let go
When letting go will send you crashing into fact,
And in your dreams
Weave thin stories
Around the lie of your fabricated life
Paying your way with excuses
Existing in a haze of hope
Saturday 2nd August 2008 9:07 am
Worn, like the shores of a thousand reasons
Like the coat of a hundred seasons
Or the grass on the trodden footpath
Of countless errands
Past the bark of a busy tree
Home to small creatures
Eaten by relentless birds
And stripped by squirrels
While crouching in a rain drenched corner of monotony
By the fence supported with a growth of clinging ivy
To a house with tired window...
Tuesday 29th July 2008 9:16 pm
A bowl of broth in an ocean washes thinly on a wasting shore
Tuesday 22nd July 2008 11:19 am
Your crown burns like fire as you pass
From womb to warm water
Without a gasp
Submerged, head first
Your fine hair sways like sea-grass
And the soft helix of your ear is born
Naked on my thigh.
All is still
And time is measured in a breathless pause
Generations seem to pass
Waiting for your shoulders to rotate,
With pouting grimace
Tuesday 27th May 2008 10:02 pm
The Shoe: China 2008
The ground moved and I ran
Shocked rock rained
Earth crushed earth,
And groaned with the agony of creaking bones
The rupture of structure
The buildings breaking
Crashing, pushing, crowding
I ran, and I was lost
My fleeing finished, I am left behind
Half buried and blind
Here in rubble, wrecked and hopeless
Lost and footless
Forgotten in the agony of reality
Saturday 17th May 2008 12:01 am
A droning voice directs the road ahead
All life safely hidden
Behind flat lines curves and corners
While driving between dimensions we travel
Through parallel roads to parallel worlds
Rushing into stagnation
Debris in a drain
On an axle of ever
Growing commitment driven conquests
Sunday 27th April 2008 11:20 pm
William Henley 1849 to 1903 suffered from tubercular arthritis from childhood and spent most of his life in great pain. He had one of his feet amputated as a result of his illness.
He met Robert Louise Stevenson who became a close friend and described Henley as burley, boisterous and piratic. Stevenson used him as inspiration for his Long John Silver character in Treasure Island.
I love this po...
Monday 10th March 2008 9:54 pm
Dedicated to Pete Crompton who found the room where he was born
Waiting by the window
In the car park
Or in the branches of the young beech trees
Have you done this before?
Which one? Which one is yours?
The woman lying quietly, catching every beat
The woman pacing on puffed out feet
The woman rocking and rocking again
Or the woman screaming in fear and in pain
Saturday 16th February 2008 11:58 am
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