Hope has creaked against my journey
It has crystallized
I stand tall
waiting  for the consequences
having recognized your artillery
from your Alpha _ Bet
I have loved you
in specious time
Now it seems things aren't so strange
I can see my way
from your schematic generalship

Green is the color from your window
the catalyst to your path
the sheet you dream upon
unwishing time and longitude
that you fled from me

Eyes are my eyes
very soon you will come back
shifting plume
your path backtracking
comes to our betwixt

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

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

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

childlike we try to understand
the seventies
had my first girlfriend at 10
Strong Summer blaze of 76
bleaches away then sin,
although underage I watched ****
with my kid sister,
and bought strong Woodbines cigarettes for a shilling,
and heard the banter of Roberts
with his strong retelling of adult-themed books.

Half of your toil
has been good to you
Asunder my blunders
What a scream
All the hues of grasses
entails with all this time
With your mystical polaroids
is it fun beneath the sky?
A kiss of fiery
a twilight of dreams
all my blunders

We could have met in Croydon
for a coffee,
The 468 bus from Ruskin Park
is still journey apparent
I thought we could have shared our past
Dyslexia 
but like silken ash you proverbially
waved me Adieu
although I tried to explain
Dungeness and its shingles

It almost like you wanted to preserve
confidentiality, despite partially opening-up
about needing teachers' notes.
Nonchalant does not suit you
the past is not a closed shop
its a bridge yet
for peer acceptance

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

I am a metaphor
the one you counted before,
the devil is in the detail.
the queried width of the sun
I am made of woe
yesterday's worth was a country mile
and I pledge my tears
now the war is won
it is so beautiful

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

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

Hydrangeas, dahlias
and Victorian roses,
alongside the urban gardens,
enough to please us.
Blue-eyed Jay,
sings his songs,
at the joy of being alive.
Whisp of air down his lug holes,
praise to Mary the gardener,
to a woman born free.
Counting down this floral beauty
and add to this a creation rich flowerbed

The Marigolds notwithstanding
a  skull of grass prevails:
Summers nagging scorcher into August

The spent anemones mourn their spring patch
as a light day lingers for its bicycle spokes

As the moon like a visceral womb
carries her well being

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

Autumn's crumbs offer a crescendo
of  calm delight,
plies on the autumnal  filler
of reds and yellows
goldy elms,
until a silent thrush at night
before the crumbling black wall.

A cigarette
and a meandering dream,
with a morning smile,
and the day ahead was beguiling
like a keen summer swimmer struggling at sea.
He tried best
to tempest the harbinger

laughing at the child within;
the stranger in other's eyes,
and ash cloth for a coat.
He knew he was not safe
from the laughter of others.

Excuse me for the comparison
but your fractions  are looking jaded
Was your teacher a bully
who thought you a dunce
There's nothing to grow old for?
Have you ever shadowed the Sun?
And now you're not so decisive
Life is not so rosy
I tell you what is in store
There's nothing but the grim reaper
and your Mother was a harpy
and the folly is the end of the rainbow

Semblances have fought their war
and won.
I'm mighty flattered you follow me
Twilight silhouette
Blackbird gaze
one last fish in the pool

Bandages worn
Surrender soon
A riposte again
Old Soldiers die
in a must deciduous fashion

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

Nothing going
you never give me your patience
only a situation
Do you know what's it like
to hear your mantras
You're impossible to know
Elephantine and restlessness combined
Corporation t-shirt
you untangle your alliances
showing no imagination

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

We will liable her with laughter,
naked beneath the stars
she should still be heard,
insisting on the art of listening.
She's in my head
her hope coursing through my veins.

We will cover her body with petals.
She talks in her dreams,
the insistence of light
will be her shroud.

You called up my fantasies
but they weren't mine
What you feel is mainly uncertainity
Someone should warn you
not to overanalyze.

You believe lines lay overhead
Impatient for the consummation
your easterly summer is Furlong

Its almost December
and we're old friends
I should see more of you.
You've still to play your favorite song
These problems are not insurmountable

They've closed the down the town
Rows of shops shuttered
It feels like a war zone

If it never rains it pours
The Market isn't the same
and the footfall isn't immense

But if it snows
I meet you on a snow-covered street
and you'd wave a smile
in your Chinese hat and gloves
you got from Primark

I count the stones on my burial mound
Pursing  my hushed lips
not to convey a sound,
cave in my ill-spent wishes.

Tardy in time
fly like the swallow.
Lord it feels
like I am walking in liquid lead

Tepid was the night
The dreams came back,
slanting fast from the ***** of the emergent sun to the black pool

Your the chief operator
for the tuxedos
The jewel in the crown
Balanced and assured
Peter the cat has it all
He is the creme d'creme
The after dinner speech
The cat who swims with river dolphins
a as in assurance

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?

Nobody cares but me
Soaring on the air
were trees higher than the breeze
Did it spiral away?
Could you hear it?
Somewhere on the line
I lost all track of time!

You're all alone
childlike tendencies
You're at the bottom of the barrow
you need to help yourself
but if you can't take the gamble

Backbeat the weather is hot
Sometimes I feel like the desert
it's enough to drive you to the sand

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 ******

By the light of the moon
I am writing to you
of what I did today
The rue down the street is alight
and the weather is as cold as winter
We talked of the world today
she said life was hard
and if she were alone
she could cry


Yet she shouldn't have left me
on my own,
we should have met on the snow-covered street
and I send you all my letters owed
I am unable to sleep in December
I should go back to people
who truly remembers me

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

Winter comes like a thwarted bride
dispensing her sullen linen
snow sunken ha ha's
meeting Jack Russell mid bark
laughing at the hubris of the fallen leaves
with shadowed pavements
Oval Moon
stripped trees like painted black pylons
Hard clumpy soil
Stark Raven searching scavenged food
no velvet fields

The chime of the church bell,
the fugit raven flies by,
longer days, we are alive,
were poppies grow taller,
under the midday sun.
bare heads celebrate their happenstance,
where we have trodden on our freckled dreams.

Hayley the coach said it's alright being an introvert,
believe me, I'm one myself!
her smile was like warm confetti!
generally, you need a tab leader!
to draw them in
for your important first impression profile intro,
self-aggrandizement is the highest order!
"Fun-loving person seeks partner in crime"
although avoid cliches.
Instead of "I like walks",
"I love London Midnight ambles"
We've spent an eon down casting ourselves
but Hayley is spreading the new religion,
be an everyday legend.

You still need your head wrapped
around initial ill apt responses
HI Yi!
and how have you coped with COVID?
You need a rear guard retort to answer
Funster seeks a new vista!
offer her scrambled eggs!.

Never had a first date request!
much prefer the slower approach
66.5% surveyed no follow up required
Ask about social distancing
and if a first date hug is okay
were still in the 2020s
consent must be freely given
Love below the sky, still
safety sought.

Southern Men speak husky,
in the winter they keep you warm,
in their log cabins.
In Spring they don't mind the climes
They are reborn,
showing photographs of the farmstead

A wooing softness becomes them
Southern Men
have plenty of feelings
their aim is good
Butter wouldnt melt in their mouths
Recouping the erstwhile truth
from noble kisses.

Couple with time on their hands
A lot is happening
Fashionable ideals
smart television
very much interested in their timetable
That's their story
not their sorrow
or heavenbored

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

They call you black beauty
there's no chrome in your body.
$160 short of your sister Canon F1.
Semi-automatic shutter priority
and beguiling manual operation too.
A 30-second-time relay,
making you part electronic.
You're part mechanical too, with a
farmed out Cobalt square shutter
with silver breech FD lens
and rumored platiminium hidden somewhere in your body

Denizens and Harlequins doff their hats
in the bright morning light.
A lady plays the harpsichord,
where now the brambles grow.
Wild peacocks parade under the velvet lawn.
The World unchanged you said

A grass snake slithers where lovers lay,
but who remembers their story.
Impressions come and go
in the cold light of day
oh to gain a rainbow's end.

I heard the wind dancers surge,
before the silence between
the leaves,
shuffling forward,
one foot into the darkness.

I wished for the  trail of bright Ferris wheels
before becoming something better
The blackbirds sang on the shores
I then became the roots and stems
searching  for a blossom of light

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

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

elated amongst others
kind as a woven spell
clean as housework furnished
a tufty moggie for all seasons

bathing in your after care
you make a mensch of us all
countless others cant compare
to your inseparability
and after care

Love never came to my door.
Zephyr away the pain from my face.
How does it feel to be unloved?
To lay ruffled, joylessly.
The schemes I sought are strained,
but don't let me cry.

I know there's a rumor about my dreams,
which grows like a tumor,
spread by a friend I mistook
I need a bath of light
to answer the door,
maybe with luck
lick up to the brimming year.

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.

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

Look to your destiny
your fate awaits you,
whilst riptide currents submerge you
in barnacled fistfuls.

Sunset silhouette,
pitched as one
one last river  to swim,
self-willed happenings
break the dawning
holding the key

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

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