Under open skies,
there are no lies
looking forward not showing
you robbed what was mine forever.
Where you ever over curious,
that made you weak.
You say you are unique
but I've seen the self-pity,
chase the sun
that brought us together.

with love jaded,
bright young things should enjoin
the gossamer quilt of another day.
fortitude should follow,
daybreak may forbid you,
but you come hither
on a given day.

Please give me some chopped aubergine
with Afrikanner chops
Could you give me your Ph.D.?
The planner of a healthy diet

Give me back your life
and undo your dementia
Let your care and concern
be the lodestar you gave us

Mary Mary.
The mottled peebles awaits
the light of the morning.
Fabled tales regail,
undoing their promises.

Through the nest,
the ship has sailed,
strange lands appear.
The wash lances against
the plaid sky.

Strangely Sunday love
is begone.
Soft was its murmur.
I've been on the blossom so long
Take pity on my bearings.

Green is the hollow wind calling
whose myriad leaves have rotted down
It's the tiptoe through the woods
that persists the foraging trail
Green is the high hills
that concedes the end of the journey

Half the world is contrite
the other half wanton
I hope to make it some day
in the bright lights

I tried to talk on the telephone
the silence was too much
I tried to read a letter
but I could only do it between the lines

For the good times have come to an end
I've got to find relief

Hearts and holograms
Snoring shabby cat amongst the rugs.
Pomegranates and playing cards
Memories are like scattered roses

A fireside of crackling antics.
A Soliquoy at its own behest.

These are your tired orange curtains,
silence after the fall,
such a pretty afternoon

Conflating thunderous intentions
Give rise to the lies
A passion play for the undoing
Escapades termerity

Ruined cities
Shuttered windows strike again
Lonely recess
There is time for heroes still

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

Jenny, we are old  friends
and at a drop of a hat
I run to the end of the world for you
The Vet has again performed miracles
shinny and new
shop new,
you are the Lazarus of the cat world

Keep the faith and  don't lose heart
don't let old age tarry you
I should see more of you

I hear her purr
like a Venetian  canopy
Back to Back, I seek her advice
and she is the cat they
pulled from the sack
Quite undeserving!

Darkness will not separate us
We Clover in truths
curled and nodding

Jen, I want to support your platitudes!
your mediation renders,
no troubles from you
no goading, within your star
kindness fashions your heart.

The boy has caught me early spring
by the fireside we sojourn
Ain't got no hired limousine
no imagination for the road
The boy caught me singing
harmoniously undercover
Handsome  brown eyes
will reappraise me yet
Like a fiery fire
I'm going down big easily.
Got love to share
and an abundance of hope
Come and see me
like a bird in my tree
at my place

It's raining on the windowsill
a forever lonely man is in a quandary,
its sad news
love has stalled:
satin excuses straight as lace.
Old Man is forever aware of changes.
Now the Sun is peeling,
and his sojourn has faded,
like the journeyman easing into discomfiture
while the moon ponders.

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

By the end of the night
I scrawl my name on the moon
silently on a comedown
You let me down
seemingly taking the bus the wrong way
to Dulwich village

Rachel with tattoos
video artist using k4
I see you again  tonight
with your sweet demeanor
hanging over us
We could process film together
its intricate ways profuse
and laugh at your broken OM10
with its  intermittent light fault

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

Is this still a Park
or a crime scene
Is that derelict library
where we used to read at
Is that a cry of a bird
or something more anguished

Spirits nestled in castled ruins.
Frangipani caught in the rain.
Poppy dogs with sheepish eyes
Happy as pie Larry in Lincolnshire fayres.
Dragons Tooth flowering late.
Ordinariness dressed in leitmotifs starts to fade

In January you're planning September
for your orchestra with your Son Peter
You are reddened by warmth
creating sounds
Whereas I am with my poetry
pushing the boundaries
reading yesteryears accentuation
sharing my craft
You're clearing an audible path
from another world
pouring light into your notes

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

Abundant double-crested hollyhocks preside
White hebes, usually pink glance,
pruning rose hips from the vine
and prolonging their goodness.
Going to get a new fence
because of  Storm Eunice damage
Aching black roots of Elephant ears are cut down.
Green Sherwood paint for picket fence,
Take cuttings from lavatia
to flourish further anew

Cynical platitudes.
Burying your head in the sand.
As an empty space.
You have to understand
be like  the Phoenix.
Ready to rise,
into my new space.

Self satisfaction as garish as a stalk.
Now I'm carrying the truth,
why waste yourself on vanity,
be sincerely  glad
into something better.

The butterflies flight
comes through fields of leaves.
A damp fizzle dampens the throat.
The air is aimless
and full of dust.
The grass swathes amongst the thickets.
The stiff trees murmurs memory
once galloping antelopes on the hoof
clandestine in the lonely morning air.

Amnesty  bellies up
as natural greed follows it course,
in semi darkness we stumble
remembering yesterdays seemed  gentler
Justice is reconstructed by keyboard warriors
Where is the balance of kindness
instead of your induced dystopia

A man is a rusty pylon
ruffling the electricity
And we sing Elijah
watching the sunnier chimes

A novice is like a rose
barbed to the counterpoint
He riles like a clown
when his future is a welter

A journeyman  is like a priest
haggling all the untruths
he blames when someone strifes

Muntjac deer sipping from the river
wild marigolds shimmering in the early light,
cast off the debris and prestige your head!
Cajolement  is its own spectacle
as a trickle of light shines
The Darkness dances staccato in its own accord
Between the silence and dew  lingers truth

Assorted Photographs E6 C41's B/W
the freedom to chose.
Analog photography,
so composite for the waiting completionist.
Central weighted or average metering
there's a modernist matrix too,
and manual focusing.
Selenium, CDS, or silicon photocells.
Hybrid shutters or cloth curtains.
This is the playground for  the eager:
creativity for patient users.
Incident or reflected light
to avail,
country scenic wonderers

Dreamers dream child-like tales,
whilst others play.
Playgrounds full of laughter
it is cold what is happening to you
You're all alone
failed like defenses fall all the way
Lifes wink is a carousel
timeless and grey
Now you're older
find something else to do

Rainclouds fall like christening diamonds.
Yet there's no silver lining,
well hedged around this  tempus fugit.
Yesterdays grey hubris
is undone by a fledging bird song.

For my state of mind needs no repairing,
deeply woven, establishing a living,
trying to convince ourselves,
for so many good kinds of reason.

Submerge yourself with sorrow
make every wish aloft,
cease the leaves of lead.
Soon they will be unenvied by them all,
bream like the sullied.

Grief as sure as a fired gun.
A house without windows,
and when the door opens
they glisten of earthen ware
within a cold summer murmur,
words are all the same
a tapestry for the unfulfilled
and God is weary of the rain

Remember the first photograph
before the cool of summer was spent,
the drench of rainwater presided.
A woman  scorned,
past lovers travail,
come on here's a message in my head,
so we can plant the beating of your heart,
and watch the fields turn green,
wake with pride,
to the banality of bullfrogs shouting,
whilst the war goes on.
With an optic view of a grave,
howling with  blood.

Like a giant balloon
that cant be burst
you've rejected me again.
It starts with a click of interest
on your profile page,
pursuing is virtual
like a  voyeurs' pinhole,
vague and dissected,
yet avoiding contact,
no personal messages are sent

If they meet you
I recall a heavy burden,
of them not replenishing the hour,
coming with heavy overloads,
time warry or just plain preoccupied,
not generous with their time:
a discord of anothers hope

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.

You curl around me like a spring.
A Lighting lead,
no words to express.
Opulent blue-eyed
come on down to my place?
don't be fancy
I try to agree,
furtive as ever
all I want is to cry?

Rain and shine
you used to love me
I believed every word
but unknowingest
your cheating heart
had raptures
and little did I know
that you courted
some unlucky lady
using the same open lines
that got me in this mess

In a country full of leaves,
adroit promises are made, and
willows shy.
Yet there is no one to walk with.
Like a sole flower  in the night
there's no one to talk with.
Remember who is your best friend now?
deciding it has its merits,
deeper than you planned.
The pale bush is deeper than you gleamed

I cut her pages out once,
naked with her ambition,
now dashing her analogous dreams

The spotlights smeared
her with guilt.

She is talking about her banal dreams
with the art of withholding

She will be needlessly pleading,
a labyrinth; gnawing; insisting,
hold your penitence
the need will follow her

Several shades of dreams
A morning without sound
Rains when I'm not listening
I loved him in the morning
I followed his prays
on a distant road
where sands amass
he gave his poems on driftwood
I loved a man in a marketplace
but now he's  gone
under the tutelage of light

Thought I understood the world
where's there's a message buried in there somewhere,
carried by a higher ideal.
Endless days of waiting,
Eastern nights bedevils his schemes,
bright lights cannot identify the griever,
running faster I am another searcher

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.

Struggling daffodils that cannot vouch
weighed down by the rain
As summer falls back, slips
The birds sing their sullen songs
from the tree shades
and yonder there is a scant sun
the foliage faded into brown

If you hear what I'm  thinking
is it time to go ?
Timed out of dreams
a recurring night
Pourquoi in a most extraordinary way

Waiting for an answer
I knew of his ruggered handsomeness
I am the epitaphic thief of time
His painted smile beckoned me
I could walk back to my home

Black enameled  embellishment
Your beauty is refined
Like Audrey Hepburn or the Porsche 911
you share their Maitani good looks
OM2 you are the earlier OM1's size
You're the best of both worlds
Manual and aperture priority
Shutter in throat
Deftness is the first priority
A superlative on the field camera
better than the Leica M3 or
Canon A1

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

like a copse in the shrub
the dandelions' flutter
the brackish waters ripple and reverberate
as the bare branches
tired of the wind
dance askance

In the stillness of Winter
I do not know what I wait for
The bigger the less fallible
I'm a big fish in the pool
Quashing all  hatchling in its way
ensuring there is no overflow
withstanding the colored rain and neige
The larger ones will inherit the world
as they meander down the riverbank

Tough Bakelite body
A DSLR without the pixels
only lacking a LCD screen
Advanced autofocus
update from F90
choice of 3 alternate exposure meters
DX coded
iso from 60 to 2500
speed range 30 seconds to
1/8000 seconds
1992 to 2001

If your fingers grew tied
in  rhubarb dye,
home becomes such a refuge.
Like the moon going down the alcove,
a woman suffocates
in the blazing  kitchen.
Homesick in London
marigolds are restful,
let's bury all our desires,
neither have emotions or conflicts,
in the confines of  surreality.

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