touching your hand
is as near to heaven
I could wish for

the jack of knaves
knows the end of the world
as we know it
is emotional panache

The music of the 90s
were a wave and tangy (strings)

i exist solely  
to fretter my abilities
making you sad

bright eyes follows light
its easy in Las Vegas venues

when Jackie loved Jimmy
they played a neat sound together

i don't read fanzines
i hold my fame to myself.

You are the silted canal,
whose willows have wilted in the quench.
I am the gregarious go getter.
You are the conservative burdened
by change.
I am the railway speculator
you are the bankrupt canal owner .

I am a whisper that relays on twine,
a promise
cackling in a stream of gossip

I am your worst dream a harpie,
a reverie that has long played
in some forgotten bordello labelled shame?

i am a jealous God,
throw away  your pots and pans
i cannot stand the din.

outside wild children play in the woods
the lonely girl washes in blue light,
when she is gone
there is much bewilderment,
she offered so much hope in the allurement .

Unsullied clouds welcomes June,
enduring sunsets pardons' time.
Soporific bees hum pollination,
delphininuims grace us their jewel like tapestry.

May is the blue print month
where the garden fast forwards,
in its boisterous growth
The shrubs are the season's tidings
with deciduous azleas and blushing
rhododendoms,
but beware of the summer ennui

February can have sunshine as autumn or face the freezing rain.
Its soldier plants hardy preside.
Crocuses unharmed standing knee high in water,
or Irises thrusting their indomitable
flowers through the snow,
and our sageful Snowdrops taking on everything that comes.

in the moment of love
i walk 10 feet tall
i grasp for air

Spring paints it's golden daffodils,
swathes of lavender from the cottage window awaken Lover's.
The morning blossoms.
The world pledges it's amen.

Sad Sara
tried to tie up lose ends
shes rubbed out RSVP
from the birthday invite.
The end game is nigh
shes found new independence

i'm the dancer in the cool winter blue
with a smile that travels 20 yards,
i snare the ****** with a gaze
because i'm nobodies captive.

Swallow pride,
nothing can remain
the same.
Rocky August,
the most capricious Month,
where lovers' break each others hearts
and sleigh down the proverbial slopes unbequeathed.

Maeve when i first saw you
my heart skipped a beat,
I have never seen such beauty,
your features felt heavenly,
i felt my life begin with you,
renewing in a vow
like walking down a country lane
leading to mountains
over looking the azure skies.

Lord you are our maker,
who daily gives his love and kindness,
protect us against those that deframes your righteousness,
grant us civility  and the rod of justice
to carry your deeds

i wish my friend could smile at my dreams
and fortify my schemes,
believe in me as I you
make boldness second nature.

she bangs on about the changing political landscape,
that she was a veteran of the Ohio State shootings
although only time could crack the  shell,
split the kernel we both know as truth.

The acolyte knew of Isis's reign
He followed the course of the Nile,
chased the shadow of the desert  
made thirst of secrets
he kept as Afro light.

She changes with the seasons.
Sara stores her secrets
in the harvest diary she keeps.
Shes natural in the Autumn
her smile can freeze doubt,
she has arms wide to be a comforter,
providing shelter from your woes  !

River man takes his journey
through mearending reeds,
he's  got truth in his pocket
a diary of promises unsated.
For a shilling he take you to
hangmans corner,
a place to clear your head,
for a throw of the dice
he show you
the secret of life itself,
but beware of his wry smile!

May God gave us belief
to follow his commandments
and give Nations his blessing.
May our hearts  receive
our earthly portion
and advance the glory of our Lord

The Lord  is our rock
He  leadth  away from temptation
turning us from the darkness .
He tramples our enemies
and shields our hearts
giving us both hope and forgiveness

I'm  listening to Saint Saens
on the radio,
enjoying peach liquor.
The clouds are celestial bodies
they rain when I weep,
the smell of the hollyhocks
is immaculate.

The daffodils loftly sway neath the tall oak tree
younder in the church yard
bluebells annoint the old grounds.
Father Joseph's flock has flown,
the congregation have moved to the town.
All at once he feels alone.

I'm lost in the helter skelter,
with wayward glances shooting at me.
My stomach is in knots
this is the power of love.

Like a heavy trench coat
Death finds an ocassioned shoulder to rest on.
It's no use anticipating it.
That would gave it too much credit.

Spring grants us it's golden daffodils,
swathes of honesty from the window.
Spring is neigh.
The world pledges it's amen.

Before you go trust in me,
follow the warm Autumn fade.
Watch the geese to their journeys end.
Warry words I will not speak.
I shall return and talk of love.
Our story is yet to be told.

A new leaf is like an epiphany
Surge bright and strong.
For tomorrow is an awakening,
and tonight tempus fugit.

The ***** sleeps on the bench,
people walk by,
they need their necessities ;
even though they cannot afford to chose morality .
All they want is their supernova.
Empathy is just too taxing
for their fettered brains.

i exist i cry
always walking on egg shells.
i deserve so much more!
perhaps in another lifetime,
i did wrong.
but why this endless procession?
moody lacklustre skies at night
are yet to answer my prays.
why this sacrilege?

The Fridge is buzzing like an engine ready to take off,
maybe because the freezer is empty.
The kitchen floor is covered with  newspapers
The old carpet has been pulled off
all we need is a lino to finish the job.

Spring plys it's golden daffodils,
watching swathes of aconites from the windowsill.
The World pledges it's amen,
as February ushers its joy.

I'm the cat that gets the creme
i may look lost and disposed
until you feed me.
If you have your own cats,
despite giving me a name.
I upsurp them, half knowing i've done wrong.
I will leave and be feed by a doting  spinster,
just for effect.

I wrote pretty songs for you,
half expecting some applause.
Yet you walked away.
No sugar casing
just the improbable heart.

A Heart of stone
erupts into splinters
when acid sketchings
posits the fore.
Broken promises-barricades defences.

Yet truth is said to prevaciate musings.
When bright light is the signifier
Hope can conquer the doubt.

stone feet with grey hearts,
the army of the lonely
find so little solace
in the turnaround
they were meant to conquer

i like to kick the autumn leaves
they crample neath my shoes
as i take a drag on my Marlboro lite.
I'm that brazen girl with a with beige jacket
and fanfair of lovers names unrequited.

Records stand stiff with attention
some I wish to play,
if they ever get the attention of my stylus.
My friend many moons ago  made me mix tapes.
I called them treasure boxes although I was implying they wouldn't be listened to too much.
There is the truth we receive things but never warrant them enough attention.
Our minds are full of dust
unheeded cobwebs.

I saw what looks like full framed timbers
rabald people passing through
London Bridge
every passerby premises a different life story
happy, indifferent, bothersome.
I alone stand gazing,
much admiring their endeavours
they have every chance to thrive
more fortunate than salmons
no short life mission
but a myriad development
aided by passion for materialism
that sees their umbrellas sign post Copenhagen  2012

Death is a whisper.
An ungallant coat of one hue.
Black as a lagoon, washing
souls in turmoil.
Oh flock of night,
children pray to offer the
banishment of light.

I'm the girl with a yellow mac
and red stockings.
When it's autumnal,
I kick the weathered leaves
and stand neath the boughs,
whispering to the impending season
i stand alone and need no one else.

Before you go trust  in me
follow the warm Autumn fade
watch the geese to their journeys end.
Warry words I will not speak.
I shall return and talk of love
Our story is yet to be told.