Your smile scatters wide,
as the sun shines beholding
your always tomorrow.
Enthralled by sincerity
your eyes,
enraptures persuasion
by the strolling grass
and erstwhile desire
we've motioned high.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC
Need your kindness to share a kiss
as your yellow dress blows
like a deft daffodil,
your auburn pony tail
and laced plimsolls
are all summer
like a girl guide out to picnic
who needs a parasol
to shield her freckles
and those bumble bees
sharing the carrrot cake.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
What good is Victoria now?
currently on schedule
the logic of SW1 follows
the real estate of the concrete
cash cow,
office blocks turning luxuriate habitation
a new class to wade the hues
of practised entitlement
which doesn't have to be gatEd
iron will makes for a conceriege ,
based on the accepted provision
we have been usurped
see the dark swan grow.
whose space is it now?
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
Peter the cat looked beyond the window box
with daffodils wistfully swaying,
on Sunday the factory's
vacant parking lot,
behind leyandii hedging
had the potential of shielding mayhem
in this ever contrite world.
Peter potentially free as a wanderer
sees the pigeons,
in the yard -
his speculative form
gives a wide berth
whiskers working overtime
he senses unforseen danger,
reynard appears from around the corner,
and he stays at home
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
Kippers and toast for breakfast,
washed down by a fairtrade Ceylon,
eagerly anticipating the Christain Aid appeal
through my letter box.
Aware of others earthly disengage
their morning monotony flickers through their lounge,
consummate hypocrites watching the repeat soap operas,
the profundity of their silence radiates through to the adverts.
as they had a cause too,
until its auto recluse with the
outside world
the news slot borders on paranoia
a dent to exclusivity.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
Silence is a body strong
books may split
stems for the breaking,
now is the time
to hold our thoughts
carrying the folding chair of burden,
upright conscience
saying what's right
at the time
when needless pause may see us prevaricate.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC
Like snowdrops they droop their heads,
contemplating brighter days
away from the glare of the acronites'
yellowing purge by the graves around St Margarets.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
The soon to be beached meadows shimmers
as the heightened sun dehumidifies the outlying cornfields
evaporating the ground cover.
Scarabs appear postulating
the broken bonds of farmer
and nature.
In the combustible sands
Great things will be birthed.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
Those sash windows rotten in their frames
the venerated better placed,
to observe the desperation
of others,
once laughed back erstwhile,
but its always the emptier pocket
that question the affordability of repairs
as the day is long,
the overgrown bramble in the parterre garden
obliterates the rectangular lines
a vernacular happenstance
socially trailing backwards
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
Gushing rain's a
scurrying season,
plying woe with loosened tiles,
detaching once proud roofs.
From whose past has this rain dance been arrainged ?
All we stand for is porous and howling wind,
a gambit of ill suited omens'
hectoring guise to scour
our cracked chimney pots.
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC