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Monday, 23 August 2021

OLd R age (wiLl Owe)


The deepest corners of cavernous caves

The depths of oceans the crests of waves

The weeping willow, the hardened beech

Are all within the writers reach.


But dark lost soul, emotions bold

Shifting sands, trembling hands

 Racing heart and gasping breath

Are all the writers desk of death.


To capture briefly passing mist

That fades away to ghostly twist

Grasping air through fingers slip

Like reaching out for distant ships


Emotions hard to pen on page

Results in heart arresting rage

Express the passion once felt young

The hope of what I may become.


But reflecting in the mirror pool

The old man looks back like a fool

And clenches fists as if in rage

Of creeping off the worldly page


Look right now to see the pillow

Lovers hair draped like the willow

Sun and shadow through the blinds 

I know now, that life is mine.


21/08/2021. 21:45-22:06






Monday, 16 August 2021

STruCtural CoLlApse

 We poets in our ivory towers

Sit and ponder life for hours

We write our prose with serious tones

Of love and death and darkened homes


Of big black holes that swallow all

Or moonlit sky’s with werewolf calls

Or long lost love , and painful times

Of childhoods lost and struggling minds. 


Sometime agonise with a line

That taxes brains from time to time

Is the writing that profound

To change the world with fist to pound


And when we write sometimes 


The words and metre and pathos do not  sit very easily ,it all falls apart,

Which makes it difficult on occasion to express ones thoughts!


17/06/2021  20:09-20:37

Or An ge

 The girl in the orange dress

Awaits some one for sweet caress

Gentle eyes flick round the scene

Her breath is still, her eyes serene


Beneath the dress belies her calm.,

Her beating heart pounds, alarmed

Anticipating lovers trust

Overcome with pent up lust


Two strangers, yet., not strange at all

Whose lives brush by to each they call

Both need a hand and safe to hold

To keep the other from the cold.


A haven now they have to crave

The curtain closes on on the day

To sink into each other’s arms

To shut the world and shut the harm.


Just now two souls in walls alone

Another world creates its dome

Protecting them from daily stress

Together with the Orange dress.


15/08/2021 21.05- 21.51 


Wednesday, 21 July 2021

FiSh Sing

 Gazing up from ocean deep

Fishy eyes and sliver streak

Murderous hooks they dangle there

To the mackerels deep despair 


One by one themselves impale

On shiny hooks hung over rails

Each day the boat brings more and more

Inexpert fishers to the call


Catches they get less and less

Fish hoovered up in deep distress

Empty oceans, watery voids

Of nothing left just silent noise


As tankers coast to coast they sail

And drown the loudest sound of whales

That reverberated round the seas 

The sounds now  lost to human greed


Meanwhile our fish they circle round

Curious at what they’ve found

Thinking food they take the hook

Like us it’s death and then we’re cooked.


17/07/2021 11:00-11.46






HE at

 Waves of heat,whirr of fans

Sweat shining on my hands

Distant combine, in fields of sun

Birds now silent brooding done


Lovers in parks

Distant larks

Buckets of ice, cooling something nice

Suspended time, as sun just shines


Population stops, conversation ,it’s hot

Move now slowly, shutting down,

Sleep of heat , eyes squint round


Evening comes with milky cool

Stillness reins on lobster fools

Barbecues spring from the sand

Bacon and sausage start to land


Bottle of wine a few cool beers

Great friends now , glasses cheer

Sun sinks down and twilight comes

Then hand in hand walk home as one


21/07/2021 13:05- 13:28

Thursday, 15 July 2021

neW Ho mE

 The house stands still

Waits for the change

Empty now, silent and strange

No more cries of babes in arms

Silently sleeping silently calm


New key in the door 

New steps in the hall

First look at the rooms

First of a frequent call


New vibrance found

New music sound

Knock out this knock out that

New coat of paint 

New jaunty hat


Bursting now it’s come alive 

Full of party , busy hive

Walls again jump for joy

Too long in shadow 

Fading and coy


Now the sun floods in again

With love and warmth , no longer pain

Sits gently down in comfort haze

New occupants to end their days


14/07/2021  23.46- 00.00



Wednesday, 14 July 2021

HER./ owes

 Listen to the music sent from the ether

Conjuring tunes that soar in the metre

Some that beat to the drum

Some with tunes  you want to hum


Some with lines that make you weep

Some with lines you want to keep

Some with lines that pierce the heart

Some with  lines  that make you laugh


All are now upon the ear 

with the words you want to hear

Repeat the ones  you love the best

Listen sometimes to all the rest


Songs and tunes that measure time

Of far off past , and there’s a line

That triggers a memory so strong

That it doesn’t seem to be that long


Since the tune was in your arms

Since the tune was in your head

Evoking memories of sometime past 

Evoking memories of a bed 


Jimi’s still drifting, Rorys in a bay

Plant has just slipped away to grey 

My minds gone, Kelly’s just a week away 

and I’m Lost with Chris,  in smoggy L.A.









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