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..

Hearts, holograms,
progremates and playing cards;
kept close to the chest.
A feral cat amongst the pigeons.

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,

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

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

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

Impervious like an eagle.
it addles on its arrival
to the anti-vaxers,
waving their whirlwind of disbelief.
Through skin layers.
We have a real sense of being alive
just like reality.

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

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

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

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?

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

Silence it did tell
yet I wish you well
Surely we will be friends
With all this talk
I hope your wounds may mend
There will be some time
and waking someday
with a fine fettle
We spoke on the telephone
half the words were astoundment
and the others pride in each other
I wrote you a letter
and re-read between the lines
All I can do is sign the time

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.

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

This old country
has given me life
Taught me sad dreams over

Once I was banding the top of trees
until I wrestled a boy from the west
We learned to grow apart
Silver moonchild
the waters are so wide
Steal from the valley
If I were a butterfly
riposte the day
I could be free

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

Shadows of Spring
Your silhouette plies with the coming morning
I'd like to sing from memory
Take it easy, watch how you go
Wake up to the sunny retinue
A few dewdrops in the rain
Turn and hit the Road, West
Come and sing songs with me
I like the illusion in your face

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.

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

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

Please walk slowly
some people don't like the rush
Sing with impertinence
Together convey convergence
Paint your faces
the color skywards

I have honored your time
Some people are marching
others shunter like the swallow
Some in silence
Routine is a whisper
Marigold in its splinter

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

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

I have flown the tallest hill
and it mends my heart
Understanding why
What have I to prove ?
Perhaps I'm a jackdaw in disguise

Walking on rainy days
There's always another time and place
Come that Blue Monday russet feeling
There's so much finite dreams
They just reinforce
the laughing tin  down the road

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.

When you look out the window
sparrows fly to the ground
I'm walking the thread from past centuries

I want to haunt Sir Walter Raleigh
make him plough potato fields
and partake in the tobacco

I want to confiscate all the assaigis from the Zulus
turn their weapons into plough shears
and grow them maize in jubilant fields
and partake in Valhalla on weekends

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

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

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

Autumn skies,
seagulls roaming in ragwort littered fields
outside the town.
Mother looks for a second-hand pram
A child runs errantly across the road
The Bistra  has run out of coffee beans again.
Sepia photos were taken with love
for your gallant life
across the season's glare.

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

The girl you left behind
Her demour devours from the green vetch

The boy is softening
To her door, he came
This is how it was imagined

Little by little the days grow shorter
You shouldn’t sleep with a wild one
Let the north star be your guide.

You never told me you loved me
The only thing you'd ever wear
is the shinny  wedding ring
- without redress -

I'm left dangling in the rain
Tears are easily in reach
This Sterling Man
and the bitter pill you seemed to take
Love has a recall somewhere
but its not happening to me

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.

Its all my body needs
growing old,
going bald and with
Elevated Liver Enzymes
Like an old soldier
I picked up analog photography
and took pictures of the trees and landscapes
which brought joy to my soul


I have been occasionally offered seats on the bus
and for brisk walks always come last

I have a croissant and flat white each morning
but find the cafe too popular now
and vicariously listen to 70s music
as if I were someone else

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

I've been loved
I've been tamed
but it looks like
the bullfrog has won.
I've been suprised
long time coming

In a church in a village
I feel sad that Rose
has cried for the whole world.
I'm a tent
large enough to spirit you away

Hearts and holograms
Snoring cat
pomegranates, playing cards
A fireside of crackling antics
Soliquoy at its own bequest
There's your tired orange curtains
silence after the fall
such a pretty afternoon

There's karma high in the sky,
and a valley lost in the snow,
green will have birth
as the swallow flies by,
the roughish boy runs errant
to the castle in his mind's eye,
framed by shadows of  rocks  with slime
beyond the rosy blue gorge.

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

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

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.

Weak backlit
a smidgeon of light on the roadside
and windows peering at me
through their homemade blanket
curtains, showing us ill-informed light
peering from the rim of the windows

Down the cafe
they always hear about my extended dry patch
and it's not just the staff
but customers too that aid and abet
my marooned tadpoles fears
They've encouraged my Ukrainian War poem
and developed my nature poems
from cold patches we have been having
to  near spring-like weather

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.

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.

The Wisteria is gently trellised up my aging Robina tree
the roots were smitten by Brenda, the previous owner
but at least some shoots survive.
Sir Wrigley has donated me
an orange Lilly although,
he likes to be known as James


A creature has unearthed my succulent cactus
I blame a Badger,
cannot afford to lessen my admiration for urban foxes.
The Lucifer Crocosmia will look abundant in Summer

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

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

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.