An anxious rain invigorates the morning,
sound the burgle!
Autumn's fruit is falling,
like a beat of a drum.
Drystone walls murmurs
their ancient story
over the coppiced lined hills,
where ancient oaks stand stocially
amongst the wistful stars.

Share with me
Give me your fledging feelings
I will shape them into something probable

And I cherish the rain
that musters under your feet
Tansy herbes of the heart
would turn you into Eve
And I as Adam drinking
the nectar of your countenance

Under the shade of the heavenly Magnolia
Just that once he jaded
Having noticed flocks of skylarks
venture abroad
The servant rain finds its path
And soon his hands separate the soil
Mother Earths' plowman
Her banished son
Continues his labour

On an Archipelago
I place broaches and pins
in a wooden box
And lay a translucent lichen box for you
Somehow the fledging seagulls
Will seek your precious door

Tell it like it is
Your Monday silence smile
is a parody
Yet your Sunday roasts with
erstwhile friends
lasts for hours
the time that went away

The sky is an open store
can you see you own it
Your guesses linger
amongst the trees
Walk tall and return
The lanes you used to walk
are covered with woodbine

What mirth makes your smile
Laughing into the sails
playing with shadows
you don't understand
veins stand, you're easily led

The leaves turned amber
like an eclipse,
as the girl celebrated her 13th birthday
The music lessons grew tired
She would rather play
with the other children
The teacher became vexed at this turnaround
Trackless Children flourish on nothingness
as Autumn watches the merry-go-round.

Bronzed sun over the hill
Fieldfare flying South
The cartwheels stasis speaks to us
even now
as light steals itself over into
the steps into the sea
How could we not have
noticed this before?

Grand Daughter of SDP members
hoisting their own red-letter day
with today's Innere language
Writing in English
they grant empathy
to their penfriends abroad
a long way from Heimat

Practice renders perfection
Writing as a seasoned second language scriber
kindly sharing view's
from Frankfurt am Main

After the rain settles
the Fieldfare appear one by one
The fledging Sun paints shadows,
clouds part themselves
Barefoot,
on cold bracken
we look for the threadbare
stumps and leaves
Winter cold,deep
against its snare, snaps.

She is built like a boiler chicken
with eggs aplenty to lay
drinking champagne wine
and munching panettone
in the splendor of her nest
No messing up, its not obscene
Time for a temperature to check
for a fever
Touch has a memory
peeling orange rind
Tourist boy
Give me metal to drink


Chasing down the Sun
Yesterday false hope was raised
So we found evening tide
to ablute the chicken shed

the bracken fields
fill with rainwater
the submerged cartwheel rots
as kale sways
in the outlier fields

After the languid storm
cold against the grass
winter beeches thrive
as the flotsam swirls by
the Riverside
fills their proverbial prose

Cut out that old routine
we all have a cross to bear
Wishing you well has been an experience
I know you have had a tear following you
Pack up your woes
carry your evening star
I have the strength to carry you
to your destiny
be not so fearful
I will unpick your sorrow

Watch strap down
Do you think of dying when dancing?
It's true anyone can fall in love!
and break all the rules
that without love
we are in hell
Birds fly upwards
the sky was ravenous

A broken cup
an unfulfilled dream
Lunar butterflies in a ladies eyes
Tulips beauty undefined
an oiseau taking to wing

Golden Calfs tinkling of dew drops
A way to live
a way to lie
The rain falls low
and the wind rides high

If you don't use it
you lose it
Tempus Fugit how time
unsettles the best of intentions
Words are just that
a matter of jumbled indiscretions,
nothing grows here anymore
belief is a series of restrictions
that's a closed-door
from your point of view

He came to the home as a wispy shadow
through the rusty keyhole
having lost direction on the way
opening the door
he found that read letters don't grow very well

He sought goodness
in spite of knowing where the weeds grew
In the thick of the fight
he succumbed to being the anti-hero
but a metaphor in the voidness of
the facing night

Monday opened like a Union Closed Shop
Tuesday left a sparrow in the hunt
Wednesday we openly cried, he didn't like my dress
Thursday was like a cut onion, how we  smarted
Friday was a protein-free jello day
Saturday we didn't stop arguing
Sunday was a non start a pyjamas day

With a suitcase in the hall
the lady is leaving, Sunday
mingled in her uncertainty
is a goodbye to all those morrows,
with lush eyeliner,
she said she was a stranger to love
and in the morning,
she returned to her child within,
and in her sad longing
the rain relented.

You think you've got her
in the palms of your hands
But you're like two colliding Worlds
fleeting dancers in the night

She's not our everyday Lunar
but if we were lovers we could
change everything
She is a falling Angel,
a streetcar named Judgement
And the perpetual rain pours
before you can touch her shoulder

they don't care about you or I
not even knowing their neighbors
or own dog
all they want is a strawberry wine
and raspberry jello
they don't even like a stew
but I'm going to find me
a lady
whose is risk-averse
to a protein  stew
And I be her bull
with a string of biltong
between my tail.

Written on the wall
We love the B52's and REM
Youth can be so beguiling
Where is our civic pool
They've petrified time
Its now a Lido

We had a ringside of change
Smiling as best as we could
No one cares a ****
Why should the Diablo gain
Every day we look for the ghost of change

First, they check out your profile
like an oceanic liner making land sight
Then they say they like you
like a docking ship
but don't contact you
So you message them
and no reply
passing ship in an  Indian summer sea
Trained for untimely disappointment,
oceanic liner,
passing through the lonely night
seeking redress of red leave

There's a little bit of hope
for everyone,
an enabling.
Like a record that keeps playing,
a snowball chance in a dream

In the Rain and Sun,
there's a late Autumn dash.
There's a pigeon of a smile,
breaking through cracked lips

There's a sigh of consternation,
well being like petrified wine,
that keeps us moving
Can you hear me now?

Ketchup those delirious feelings
play to the soul's groove
Nothing is baffling yonder that hill
it plainly exists for those new feelings.
Criticism is unfounded, no parley
Why because we persist beyond
yesterdays hesitancy
Our minds seeded on mighty euphorias
dynamos of times fast forwarded

Half of the world is enraptured
the other half unblissful
Some of us are dreamers too.
who longed for big words
like stucco and maladriot.

Others think a roar makes them statuesque
We should be gentle with our critique
and enjoy writing outside circles.
to leave the comfort of dependency

Precious will only make you redress
spell check for wastrels
disparaging re-born dyslexics
you have the right to be proven probable

The soft months of Summer
turn to Autumn
as a nip and tuck
gives us the last  flush
of the flowers

And truth meekly comes
like a welcome half friend
as life so far has been good for you

With a blazing coat of a  sun
wrapping the dew round your bodice
that makes for the gleam of Rudbeckia
an unasked for gift

The ****** for any Allotment holder
is harvesting Pumpkins with foliage
for October
with the clocks back
they'll relish digging over the soil
looking forward to another year

Meanwhile the Farmers markets
at Herne Hill and Dulwich
will set our retro-chic spiralling
a half loaf of brioche
and a Mrouzia Tajine purchased
amidst the newly penny conscious
"adequate provision" becomes the norm

I knew a woman
dressed in seven shades of rain
I met her in the marketplace
She spoke softly in the morning light
Embracing shadows,
perhaps our sky broke
Green eyes, the light of skin
Painted dreams in her head
This is our tune together,
by some distant river
her face has a frown

I will be your clown
if you want me to
walk the edge of the oblivion for you
(Snowman in Wintertime)
I will be the best friend you had
A Homefire crackles
and I sing you a nursery rhyme
I mean your gratitude

With myrtle and listeners
I undertook the words of the prophets,
promises relapse in an unhealthy fashion
Man the disobedient,
the rectangular mouth
surrenders meekly
The Moons harsh splendor boasts its specious context

From the windowsill lets feast on pea shoots
and chives
marvel at the paperwhites,
tall and slender with a magnificent perfume
and grow nepeta for our cat?

Why don't we call our flat Jardin?
so we may be associated with nature?

Let our first holiday be to Giverney?
the ardor will unfold your artistic eyes!
I could talk of hollyhocks for ages
They are like relationships the firmament
lasts forever of tendering

The bulbs were Dutch pedigree
Narcissus Blue for a late Winter bloom

The Queen of consternation,
gadfly cries alone in her unmade bed
as love becomes an afterthought
its words trickling the soul

Blue and green, its skeletal throw over
shrouds Spring

I've seen your face red
with envy,
a few times on camera,
you've started a new life
These things mean nothing to me

The ethereal wind blows
Your shadow stands in a corner
feeding the seagulls
before they fly back to the ocean

I've seen galaxies through a telescope
I've got an eye for detail
In the margins I write the occasional note
about the origins of time

Seeing forgets the sight
a kiss as short as a blink
Time as yet  to heal
the direct approach
being the best

Beyond the sweltering light
the broken colonnade of
scrapped Cheviots drifts away
Soon the rusted barbed  wire
will be swallowed  by the evening hues

The solitary hummingbird
bathed in indigo light
faces down the feral cat

Only a tentative song
expounds the legend
that defeat never was an option

I'm cleaning the kettle
counting daybreaks
and igniting my heart

I throw a brittle stick
into the blackness of the garden
and let you into a secret of mine

I don't look like my Mother
I'm Cinderella instead
an outlier  sibling
a decorous counterpoint

I have set the
length of the sun
with my prevailing smile,
push me up like daisies.
I'm a fly in the ointment
of your purposeful gambit
I hear your marching song
a Panzer in every garage
you murmur my defeat
a banner at an altar
of fascism
my diesel engine headache grows
der Motor wird gewinnen
a wildebeest is in my cupboard

Buxom Alice dug her heels
into the soft yielding sands
at her craggy shack
she pulls apart dragonflies wings
Intent as a Man-Eater in the making
The scurrying Dormice exasperated

Distant star take me on a visiting spree
a time voyage
past the droll follies loitering the streets
with porcelain rogue and
immaculate tunics and shift dresses
where they all smile, ascertaing
to be daughters of artisans
but they are maladroit
and will lie for you
excessive in their
masters desires

Hello this is my poem
the one I sneaked on my mobile
whilst inspired by a journey to work
There was this impressive man
who exceeded the apex of my dreams
but I could never slay the sartorial dragon for him
my poetical vocabulary was too low brow
These arent my bouts of normal surrender
Yet there's never enough understanding
shown by my fairweather peers

Ochre over gold
I've lied for you
Become a Bedouin wanderer for you
The fitfulness of cloud cover
The open sun illuminating
the downcast

The sap of lies
wells up like compressed putty
I am late
languid late
I try to cover for you
palely and familial
I am fated by you

The yews fingers eludicate avec moi
This winter filled with love
Memories grew within me
Life has become irreplaceable

In a forest of cornflower
I idle by
my headaches incessant
Life is a contraband
I'm hardly in a fit state

I want to elucidate
with an educated cat
like a Siamese
I call Sebastian,
One who can sing
and has blue eyes
like Frank Sinatra
and who makes
bagel plans with me

He gifts them Summer fields
and even fetches them twilight sun
stinting over rows of trees
where fireflies hover
and in the midst of the paradise
you realize his regimen is familiar
he has already sent multitudinous pals
adorned in grey and tarnished buckles
into red blood poppies
and vortex craters filled with iron oxide
no greater love than the scarred sacrifice
to perfect his own dusk

Winter came
wrapped my collar into my coat
Mellow was her smile
shes working on bringing
longer shadows
the brevity of tomorrow's  geschenk
Love where are you now
when  I need you?

The pallor of the overriding hills
with holes loitering the roads
and the nascent night
with canned Viking descendants
looking for their own Valhalla

Innocent stars over pointed anoraks
Bright things have birth
Spilling their large frames
into a vetch of tundra

Your cat, cool and domesticated
runs with our chaotic life
of tubular bells, internet innoculations
and nonarrival of dustbin

To her, our lives must be hellish
with its discordance and moral panics
What a wonderful creature
for putting up with our foibles

Seen through the eyes of a child
I have shared in your insufferable humor
And learned to tie my shoelaces on Sunday
But I need the assuredness of the night
Seeking approval from Father
I have seen my siblings sing for their own being
But I need to find certainty for the first time
How I wish I was a snow leopard
unknowingly setting me free in the darkness

Barren cloisters with howling wind
We are as feigned as the whites of fridges
The wind feels shrug on our faces'

Those barbed words count
like a Jade plant without a stem

You survive by change
and dawn is heaven
after the night's guilted  foray
unmade on nickel promises

He sprites like an ethereal dandelion
in the thickets of the time continuum
Starlight trooper shadowing the orbit

One hand hoovering
the other is in touch down mode

Planet Earth Ministerial
Like the old skool playground
Comes in rollers of orange and green
This space-age ******