Dancing faces in a crowd
but it had to be you
cuddling the light from dark
affording serenity
(chase a star catch a cloud)
We are everything positive
because we are in the making
Fulham Queenie
cast your shawl
winning her bid
for a Croydonite
no more uncertainties

A new leaf is like an epiphany
Surge bright and strong.
For tomorrow is an awakening,
and tonight tempus fugit.

A listless night draws in,
as you remember that boy
who only existed to break your heart.
The flutter of  bluebirds' wings  sounds endlessly;
until the salt tears dry,
leading you to the dunes
in an endless search
to find that someone special again.

The wind ushers its own hymn
pitying your limbs turning numb
We exist only with express permission
of fate granting a fair chance
icicles et all.
The ravenous bear cave
isn't as hospitable
as we rendezvous the storm

I ran into the business of collecting
My Desk loaded with vinyl
I enjoy the chase
the research
the lasering out of details
The procedures that can be imagined
The anticipation of delivery

The Sunny disposition  70s
A head so full of rocks
and assorted ideals
The Bridge of youth were cast

A Ball in the park
history in the making
Smoking tall No 6's in the dark
Bleaching Sun of 1976
coupled with Dutch Elm Disease

Yellow teach yourself Karate
Polaroid's for the wonderment
Austrian Safeway White Wine

Broad enough shoulders to
manage the change
Memories made to last

Miguel you have brushed winter.
Leaving me no fire wood,
having hidden the matches
to light the dinning room.
The velvet cushions  we used to idle  time away,
hidden in the attic
with dusty regret unrequited.
The emptiness filled by spider's webs
a scoundrel in the making

And you know in your heart,
your secrets are your own.
Wrapped up in your own armor,
yet lost in confusion,
mitigated by chance.
And when you've given your all
true adage advice will ring.

Cameron is apologetic
having packed his bags,
he has opened a new museum
dedicated to Macmillians government.
Bring back national economic planning.
Every region is uniquely fired.
Hull again  a major fishing port
our Royal Navy guatds our fish stocks,
King Coal to fuel our power stations
Visas to come to the UK
it's a priviledge not free movenent.
Draw bridge's up
we remain an island
rather than an  economic zone

Listen to the fallen,
gusts of wind
every one of them.
Once bright buttons
who hid their fear.
Now listen to the burgle
blowing the carrion call.
A dance with death
caught them unawares.
Rows and Rows of poppies
bloom alongside the scared land
this sulphur stretch
a magician once  dreamed of.

Although I burnt my tounge on a latte
I'm back again at the cafe.
Its Friday and though the clienttile is large
they are of one hue
your upper sixth formers.,
with adenoidal soundbites.
Should I despair for their world.
I be tidy in the ground
sleeping under some well chosen bergamots.
I recall being young
it seems so deliriously long ago
but that was before the World  went flat

The daffodils loftly sway neath the tall oak tree
younder in the church yard
bluebells annoint the old grounds.
Father Joseph's flock has flown,
the congregation have moved to the town.
All at once he feels alone.

the simple things
are backdated to yourself
like vain glass  
you rareify your blaze

Sunday has broken the rain
when dressed in canary yellow.
Over the embankment the once bending train
took you away
but with rebirth we can sway again
together counting the flame
spelling your name

Sometimes I feel like a dusty Chevy
Cotton murmuring days
got us in this mess
We had our sojourn
but these days are gone
The morning bruises normal service,
drains the magic
that should be splendid

Temder promises just wait.
The evergreens will bring a walk
and your head will be turned
with the occasioned ushering.
Why see this as false confidence
I only wanted to cast your doubts
and harden your heels
for the passing stroll

In empty fields I strawl
And hear the blackbird speak
The dormice haunt in fives
Whilst the constellations are ajar
Then to a proud pond that maybe a lake
And to a star that tows to town
and speaks volumes
of the silence of the night

Playing daisy chains with another's mind
No quarter given
They find their own solace
and refute to look over the sun
finding weird  patterns
to ply with in the dogeared winter farrow

An emergent crimson light
settles after the rain.
The ******* bended  knees
kissed the morning dew,
and bid her classmates goodbye
The elm leaves flurried, from the eastern wind.

The Nuns in their dark sanctuary
closed their hearts to the aegis of  youth
and the art of forgiveness.

The pale girl averted her gaze,
from her music teacher,
walked to the duck pond instead
where the reeds grow.

I don't feel better or worse
as I watch you seated
journey bound,
wondering what sort of person you are:
twirling fingers on the mobile
yet waywardly enriched by your eyes.
I shall remember,
looking for human qualities
red hair and black mascara
and high cheek bones to marvel at
in broad daylight.

a man cries 365 days a year
for want of his daily touch of peach
But im a prickerly pear
breed to be immune from male guilt
but if youre nice im soft inside

Troubadors sing their hearts out
Surround me evermore.
Spirits caught in castled ruins.
Frangipani wait to hark.
Poppy dogs with sheepish eyes
lost in the dark.
Happy as Larry in Lincolnshire fayres.
Dragons Tooth flowering late.
Ordinariness dressed in leitmotifs,
starts to fade

judge not the winner
respect whomever advises you
find a salvo to overshot your neighbours Leylandii,
spill not an undeserved droplet of  blood.

Every scourge came from your smile.
Winter pains its scrawl,
instead of shelter
must I expect a barren land.
Your lies still turns sour (corner)
instead of want I felt hunger
Is this is your predilection?

The siren isn't just a warning,
as its white Icicles fall to the ground.
My conscience has a clarity
We swim to the brink of the river,
where I fear the swirls of an whirlpool,
holding myself up from drowning,
breathing and fastening the wordlessness
of  heavenwards

Carleigh is thinking of you,
she wishes happy birthday
and hopes the weather isn't drear.
She's the girl with the right answers
who lives alone with Topsie her cat
and has an orchard of Apple trees.
She likes the personal touch
with fragrant letters she send to you,
and bicycle rides in the early spring.
But never pigeonhole her,
her smile has so much abundance.

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?

I know your routine
The harpy of hazard
The crack of the Sun
and purple pipers
with three ancient lullabies
ply my ear

The arcane breeze
summons the beginning
as the piebald pony
rides the distance
notwithstanding where it's going

With blepharitis she try  not  rub her eye
but already she's  preoccupied
with the state of things
her once quiet  road is a  cut through.
The  bus  is getting  more crowded with school children.
It doesn't feel such a  lucky town
it sold  itself with a 15  mins journey to the centre of London
and still  local authorities  distributes their loons
in leafy lanes.
I heard they hang around at night
their dreams  remiss
like  dragging  up the sensitivity

She stole daffodils
from park benches
and cemeteries
She told herself she was no
Monster
but a light-fingered missus,
just after a glimpse of the next world.
Besides turning to serenity
she lied to herself
cherishing her conscientiousness

I don't need  a  double bed
or a patch of garden
I want to posses my own soul
and play vinyl records
in my bungalow"s lounge

like a novice June appears
with powder blue skies
and the longest day of the year
retains its light,
coupled with those balmy  early evenings.
Delphininuims and oriental poppies
sway jewel like in their dense hues,
while Lupins make their best display.
All at once this early summer gap
gives spring its last abundance.

Meanness is a stinging nettle
a bare knees child cannot escape,
cry dock leaf.
The  mother of necessity
should  from now on
outlast purpose.

The randomness of rain
as it splashes on worn shoes and frayed  collars.
Wet in Lewisham the streets awash
with promises of  heartache.
A wind without a name,
commences a distant roar of thunder.
The Police siren follows a path
beating down to the Silent Whisperer
a man with no grace
to a steet arcade
outlasting redevelopment
His fists clenched
as to show his anger to the world beyond.

A land where words fail to convey
any sense of retraction,
or fey smiles conceal their inner  menace
are indeed genuine subterfuge;
trust can never make a forge
it only posits draws and daggers.

She  smiled bravely in the fields of nettles
the threads of straw  a lost memory.
Her heart  injured
like the fey light bulbs
that never shone.
Having walked from the station
to a  lost place
where she made a  pitch for  her soul,
promising not to fall for the  dark dour suitors
who leaves their dusty shoes on tables.

Mediocrity takes me on a rainy ride,
down to Tatsfield on the 464 bus
Manufacture me joy,
by slow degree

Sing a feral love song.
This old planet has nothing to teach us.
Like a disused canister,
it is earthen by distinction.
Camarade, this morning
has a shy happenstance

Darling sweetheart
I can only say I love you
in a  French letter.
The ginger cat will purr
on a cold winters night, alone I
walk home in the snow.

Darling Sweetheart
I feel lost in your refrain.
My language  is in a welter
as I arise from my slumber.
What words can I conjour?
Your freckled like thighs,
with long shoulders back,
spoke a  term apart
to sink as low to say.
Bon  Soir.

I am dinning with collectors.
The table is marble white.
In the past scholars wiled away their time here.
Yet I have no money
only my clothes and  soul.
Why am I pushed through the door  marked religion ?
Are they ungalant seekers too!
There is a 30 year war in progress
Do the priests want by brass belt
to make a musket?
Must I fight the good fight?

At night Georg snags blue whisper, with a purple cloak worn to sunrise,
the crimson red for the deceased heart.

Unsullied clouds welcomes June,
enduring sunsets pardons' time.
Soporific bees hum pollination,
delphininuims grace us their jewel like tapestry.

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

Still got the  blame
Our rubber ducks fade  under the Sun,
melted  plastic  cracks
under fortitude,
never told  dad
that  I threw away  his golden  bucket
because  brother Jack
drilled a  hole  through it.

Lonely Anne.
The day lays still,
shadows forever chase the wall,
beneath the nights, benign future spheres
gigantic upheavals,
step out into skyline infinity
forever starry-eyed,
you're speaking out about the fear of loving.
you cant release or realize,
There are lines for our deeds
and platitudes for our causes
can our morals be recalled today?

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

our emerald princess
graces the night,
banquets with the Lilly's,
her heart is pure as the snow
no darkness pervades in her
accustomed company.
She dwells by the sea
in her esteemed shell house.

The time has come to head count
English voices on the train.
I would love to collect a lexion of their words
like rose, east and initialise.
If I was head tuned
what a lovely poem I could write.
Im still in friendly zone Etchingham
before I hit London
what worlds would I then use
dreary, grey.  dead butterfly?

Do you think being poisoned
helps or hinders the arguement
I'm off to buy some Coffee
Think well before I Come back

Suzanne the bluebird in you
made me wander away
to seize the moonlight for you
The enthrall of welcome back
freed the gift.
The glint in your eye took us elsewhere
for such is a balm
in this bid we find ourselves
rescuing each other

Said the Trapeze artist to the Ant Hill dweller.
I besmirch your insignifance,
for I am a mighty gust
a body floating celestial,
can stampede you unwillingness
to move.
Teasing your respone,
somehow making you prone.
To meet whatever Father you have?