Musing hastenings this veiled platitude
between a rock and hard place
you figure a path
galloping as best as you can
remembering history
with your electric  contact
the hum of a heater
eddies these days

His mousing days gets longer
His instinctive prey is abetted
by a seeming maturity

He sits on the garage roof
warry of any stray diversion
in his dominion
He suffers no time for fools

He is his own plaything
being innocent
of giving pain

The cat has his sport
despite being a mature 14
he impatiently claws moi
It's not according to plan
me and you against the world

You are both a mystericant
and exhibitionist
laying deftly on the couch

Who knows your foible ways
what car danger do you persist
to live up to your nine lives

From the windowsill
with a plaintiff tell to tale
I saw the tired look on your face

Rain on your souls' side
Leaving you was harder
The vacuous circle is broken now
We wept to see our goals swept

Courage to last our cords
those warring ranting days
fade away
Don't take to the clouds
before you can fly

Rambling rose
longer than a summer's day
evenings out
A bright new start
like falling in love
White carnations
fabled tales
darting winds
covers the kind of love I have got for you

Lays like a tiger
Head titled upwards
Pure survival
dreams of the stars
no apologies thereafter
Eyes jettisoning
through the layers
of impartiality

What prayer do you wish for?
sheik and castrated
you grace us with your wisdom
and nepeta high as a kite
your mousing myriad
as a coat hanger

He twitches his whiskers
by the window
in some symbiotic compliance at the birds sound
in the middle of the day

He flattens his sleek stomach
alongside the sofa
to hide from the current world
but he is no coward
or your ordinary moggie
but a kindly tail

Fashionably festooning your claws, hold dear
the symbiotic  shaped  relationship
between master and cherished
A shared history
worthy of remembering
those exuberant paws
through the grab of time
into space and blossoming

Peter adorns the lounge
his slim frame belies his size
orange filters through his black slique coat
but be on your guard
in a lapse of time
his teeth will sink into your hand
no guard dog but a temperamental soul instead

A country alleyway  for Jennifer
growing buds for spring
and sights of field mice

Enshrined in her smile
dwells an obedient soul
An expected turn
affable and confirmed
surrendering
her mysteries

Their dulcet tones
feeding them by the runcible spoon
Is there a calamity in their velocity
Their earthly maneuvers
makes us a vision of beauty
Glances that make a betrothal
yet there's no omission
Just an absorbency of perfection
serving the spirit

A sackful of ash
and a burning question
I talked to the child within
Fecund blue lights aglow
answered me

I heard the regale in the grass
that danced in the wind
Hiding behind lies
I laughed at the child
feeling misled
I was a stranger in his eyes

I used to sit until I ached
he said too he would take his time
And it's only by being a daisy
that you can leave the dance floor
Combing the sleep from your  hair

The Lovers are elated
yet you sell yourself so short
You look at him longingly
and never cross the line
as wide as the circumference
of the pond
on a Sunday afternoon

The garden shows its awkward face
cultivated by the gardeners hand
the beauty of the happy life
whose soil is upturned
Buddleia stumps strongly strung by survival
Alacanta loitering the floorspace
picked by fork
once sturdy Lavatera cut to the base
to begin the December cycle anew

Miss Daffodil
cries all alone
the quest of youth gone
robbing me of what was mine
Forcing a smile
never a good word
makes life comfortable

So take your blinkered passion
with blushed eyes
and see your battered words
breezing in your light

Hollow Moon
beyond the pale horizon
languishing over Moorhouse ridge
Comes the callous wind,
endure your times journeying.
Fetch and carry your burdens
Along the lonely edges of the woods,
from this hidden place of yours.

nows the time for askance
asking her in good time
understanding the wherewithal

Winter comes like a thwarted bride,
dispensing her sullen wares
snow sunken ha ha's languishing,
meet Jack Russell midtone,
iced cold hubris of the fallen leaves,
with shadowed pavements
cloudy oval Moon,
stripped trees like painted black pylons
unyielding hard clumpy soil.
Stark Raven searching scavenged food,
no velvet fields
evading the princely capture
of a starry night.

There's nothing I wouldn't do for you
admire your sheen
and your amber coat
that chases the rainbow
I gladly interpret your meow
as a passion for food.
And your purr like a kitten
to the end of the day.
Man and cat can go far
Life seems rosy with you as a companion

Indian Summer
see the seasons change
Autumnal leaves murmur
In my palm
your fingers stare
with messages no words can convey
Indian Summer
silence fills the void

Have it your own way
fragment by fragment
our journey disappears
I see  no reason
for our parting

I turned to the child within
and there was no prize
I tried to put a smile on my face
yet it was another shackled wall
prepositions succumb  
there are options in me
yet sadness always came first
In my uniformity
my disappointed thoughts must stop
who told you
you were a thief

Mellowing grey to all those uncertain things,
like a white Picket fence facing skywards blue
or is a red rose to a man that is blind?
No one knows
No one cares.

whilst I hope,
with all my time consuming,
the wind follows the same course.
And to all  those hearts that never came in
like yesterday's unheard pray..

Beneath the tree
a sparrow sounds familiar
this is the loneliest evenings hue

The Plane trees sing
their orbital rush
Sorrow is a foregone shadow
grazed by the evening's clouds

As the inquisition  prevails
the power of the humiliated
Intended repentants swarm

if I were you
what  thoughts would pervade
enjoining on a journey

searching in my mind
thoughts swarm like flies
a distant banjo plays

Down the dusty lane
The Wind she calls my name
Good enough to count the sleeping hamlets
She puts a smile on my face
lit by childlike candles
Tidier with bloom
She unfettered my gloom
a gushing  bride

New leaves always bring a canker
You can see it through their
orange curtains
Veins of light permeate
at their catfish hanker

I find leaves are like people
regardless of the season
In Toys Woods they stood
to attention foraging
for water, I was reminded

Young Man grows to old
Tree Mallows gently sway
Rainbow yearning, steals your dreams.

He blows you with his words
The fire of youth gone
He fails you in the wind
digging the trench
forced a smile
never good deeds
Stake and Jury
fixed in your tracts
ice-cold plight

I hate it the way you told
me to eat greens
when I take multivitamins
or the when one's penfriend promises
a Non spent letter
I hate the way you say i'm overdrawn
when pro rota I never overspend
or I shouldn't get a female cat
on health grounds
When Ive just lost Jenny

a wild blossom gathers moss
a bison searches mountains and further trails
for nourishment and there after

Peter used to offer birds
he is no longer a  mouser
Has he tamed himself?
Now he sleeps
on his Masters bed
Has this answered a pray?
Wrapped around his own tranquility

Someone schemed a forgotten dream
Taking their chemise dress into the rain
Until the Sun blossomed again

The Queen of consternation
drinks champagne wine
She picks marigolds before play

See how they shimmer
Autumn leaves
myriad never the same

She has faced her cares down
reading lackadaisical from lovers pages
She's old enough to know better

Autumn comes loftily
does somersault silhouettes
and turns a man into a tree

In twilight
we play in the fields
and life has a golden hue

The overripe pumpkins are harvested
The hollow wind
strips the foliage

The rays of Autumnal  light
returned us to a familial sheaved place

Before she died she
would retreat into the bedroom
for her brittle bone health
to be undetected
When the moment came
she was likened to an elderly on terminal
There were butterfly kisses
before the dispatched silence

You're as nuanced as your own opinions
determined as a wanderer
who establishes his own terms,
We Surely miss you
on your sourjons
down the country mile

You walk like a svelte Prince
and are all stealth
by your collar bone dexietery
Your wishes are our privy
and we are only here
to do your bidding

When shall the Spring come
Like an essential oil rinsing over me
All good things worth waiting

how can your justify yourself
when there isn't a heaven up there
be on your careful watch

blessed were the river dolphins
brightly furloughed alongside the riverbanks they abode
to test natures woeful health

swallows fly eastwards by memory
gladly remembering furlong paths by reborn directions
blessed is natures amazing recovery

Tempus Fugit to all past
bright young things have better opportunitic bearings
when cerulean clouds rightly account

Fortune hasn't prevailed, Blue Sunday
The Moon was made of Green  cheese
The Morning  once blew westwardly

You come in with another's coat
you are no one's daughter
you're as fat as a water buffalo
Rock N Roll won't save you
but Jesus will
my way your day
just like your morrows

You should be glad
Just an honest word
will prevail
Do you harken
to another's accord?
with potholes revealing a deeper danger

Autumn is forgiving.
Its gentle gullet sways,
still as a water closet
withholding the wind.
Its nostrils flare
but never shudders.
Its brittle soil yields at first touch
It takes in tubers and roots
an enveloping kindness,
and lets the rain pour,
gushes into the all clear.

The indigenous Alcantara explodes across
the garden floor, unwanted and unloved.
Rosehips are nipped
to give extra nourishment to the rose bush.
The blossoming pink Tree Mallows will last to January,
until then they are left alone.
Brambles are cut at their base
excising their climber roots,
nor forgetting the unheralded demoisturising Ivy.
My Cleparata Eremurus tubers
are gently put into the ground.

Chocolate soldiers guard their quarry
Gunners chase their missive
peasants rejoice at the skinless drummer
The grateful dead count their symbols
as Mr Evasion turns to the light the looking glass looks jaded now

I'm a clown
so listen to the people
from their garden shed
make  carnation tea
I make you laugh
at the sight of a busy street
with a line of giraffes parking on  
your Lego collection
Your porous  pond is a rivulet now

Suburbian morning
8.38 on the commuters dot
Here's your Tempus Fugit moment
Something is not right
not a cheery rose hip now
but at least you can diarise it