Lord our maker,
who gave us the Garden of Eden
and choice to commit original sin
grant us your  understanding
and shower your love and kindness
leading us from temptations

Lord who giveth and taketh  our tears.
We are at your mercys flight
give us wisdom to stay strong and follow righteousness

Lord we have two choices,
judge us not too harshly if we settle for grey,
sometimes a white lie
can save an amanda of fools.

Beneath dying  birches,
wild children play,
leaves fall through defiant sadness.
Empty mills observed.
Farmers sing and stags enter.
The ambivalent fire by the campsite,
blurred dervishes dance from a black wall.
Scarlet's laughter's a merry-go-round

A new emotion
over convent arches
rarified as time itself

Her fourteenth spring
long the ghost of childhood

What made her  shake and burn
yet gently unraveling
by a nearby teacher

the jack of knaves
knows the end of the world
as we know it
is emotional panache

The school girl espies her teacher
from the Art room studio.
She wished that she was her Mother,
for she had blonde hair and green eyes
and excelled in kindness,
reminding her of blossom apples
The girl remembers this later in life
posting it as a monochrome Memory.
It seemed a quantum leap  
wishing for the impossible
to change Mothers.
The grown girl looked lovingly at her Mothers photograph
smiling from her care home,
for gentlefolk with dementia.
It was no quantum leap.
We are the Sum of our Parents
her Mothers mind danced amongst
Picket fences, keeping out the poultry
The sum of one's quest.

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.

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

Young Man grows to old
Tree Mallows gently sway
Rainbow yearning, steals your dreams.

Rivulets of well worn hope
comes sliding down the bannisters
I put on my classeless smile on
I breathe the air of cigarette defiance
And I know I'm poor and mad
Like scrapeless flakes of snow I follow

The ***** sleeps on the bench,
people walk by,
they need their necessities ;
even though they cannot afford to chose morality .
All they want is their supernova.
Empathy is just too taxing
for their fettered brains.

Your poise appertains  to  longing
rouge cheeks murmurs awakening,
sunlight  russet  you  aflame
parched, have I conjured expectation?
in needing I first sought assurity
yet endowment flows,
morning dew
greets our windowsill
enriched by the sunrise
set by  manifold glows

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.

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.

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

Raisins and pebbles jingle
in your frayed pocket
what else  have you lost?
whilst repentance is at your leisure,
the end is nye
remember the rain recounts tears
and wagon wheels ghosts memories
stand tall if you can
albeit at your own acquiescence.

Mr Snodgrass was an unrepentant  man,
he wanted  nothing more than a house mouse.
He laugh at her trainers,
telling they subliminally showed
she was uncreative.
He doesn't need twine
he plans to be provocative.
After intentionally brushing her cheek in the dark
she lower her head
and seem to take on his burdens.
She dye her hair sun red,
and wear a Ra Ra skirt to please.
Bare footed taking a few strides outside
to instinctively repair the mesh for the chickens

i like reading you enter a new world, of causes and consequences
it should be more popular than tv.

Plastic puddles pervade.
Even through the looking glass,
Hearts of darkness.
Trees of madness set me free.

As the calvary of life raises.
Through the climbers rise of parody,
ballast hope,
Realisation of what you did to me.

I spoke her name over country lanes,
as though her deeds could  be spread
by telling the sky
Rebecca was the bravest woman;
for she told her Chieftain their children
would never fight for wrong
nor blooden the loam
I felt this was my soliloquy
unaware if association became culpability.
Solemn days linger when I recall
this stand  turned compassion into a quarry.
An exile matched by deeds,
forfeiting liberty
an early grave to put her dreams to.

My E Bay purchase SL D303 sprang to life
( for a few joyous months)
Springs replaced once
and the second time, it died like a swan,
no spare parts!
Soon it burnt into the pocket
Suburban luggage of a layered kind
alongside my vinyl collection
cant always trust dependability

Sometimes I feel like a mauve germanium
reaching for the stars
Tried hard to be pliable
Give me your all
and I show where I'm sitting

The Sun shone at the Moon
Don't worry about me
I've got all I need
the raddest sketchbook
to colour you in
just as before

Red haired girls always
seem oxygen starved
it’s like they've played hockey
for too long
or ran after their marmalade cat,
into the coal cellar,
after they had enough of  Miss too perfect

Oh to be brunette .
Toujors a different visage
somehow more autre,
strongly self reliant.
Cannot  believe their promises.
forever planning another
perfect  weekend  ahead

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

the pellicle mirror has cast you adrift,
through the eyes of a cameras lens
your piebald skies have became translucent
and I as the auteur sense the trace of a smile
cast as silver halides
intriguing but ultimately lacklustre,
the speed dial has somehow turned to bulb
like an expansive mantra
a hybridised moment

The aconites are nowhere to be seen
but at least the crocuses are in bloom.
Regretfully the snowdrops weren't in clutching swatches
but were scenic like your smile.
A promise goes a long way,
shared interests and a taxi ride
to Chippenham.
Coupledom is everything.
We learn about one another
in seasonal guises.

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

Sing between the silence.
Eyes alone cannot identify the plenty  from the dearth.
The sky bobbles,
its another way of shedding time


Similies and metaphors
twilight each other.
Words are  just a woeful way
to express yourself
and at times a lark
The night is so full of platitudes
longer than your blink.

I dont need neo Conservatism.
I want constant action.
Give me 26th October.

Your ribald sword fades
from view
All that was strong hangs by a thread
My poetry lives just to please you
My song to start the day

My thoughts fjords your armoury
Your eyes are like oceans
My life proceeds your being
Surrender to the wilderness

With bags on the trains spare seat
some have lost their decorum
the snobs have moved to Herne Hill
the way they think they are the movers and shakers
makes dopes of us to believe
that class leads by distinction
or Isas solves their children's trust,
their culpable  four by fours
shows impolite roadside manners
on  the Dulwich school run.

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

blessed were the river dolphins
brightly furloughed alongside the riverbanks they abode
to test natures woeful health

River man takes his journey
through mearending reeds,
he's  got truth in his pocket
a diary of promises unsated.
For a shilling he take you to
hangmans corner,
a place to clear your head,
for a throw of the dice
he show you
the secret of life itself,
but beware of his wry smile!

Ashen cheeks close near, now far.
Time broken on the bedroom floor.
Husband is a bore
hush his mouth,
no etitique or ground rules;
the truth must prevail.
I could never be his baby doll
wearing his cheap ring.

Swallow pride,
nothing can remain
the same.
Rocky August,
the most capricious Month,
where lovers' break each others hearts
and sleigh down the proverbial slopes unbequeathed.

How can you bare a broken promise
or loiter after a broken date?
Sad Samantha lost her chance,
no Frank Sinatra vinyl nights
serenading young lovers in,
or walks down moonlit colonnades.
She's just a victim of a steely heart whose
strung himself  around someone else's waist
and  dyed blonde hair

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.

Desperate Dan kissed Linda Liu
and the Moffat brothers went in hot pursuit.
Rita Redford had seen it all before
that dog pained look for Liu,
although she's never had her two cents of love herself
heres her chance
to smooth and balm
poor Dan's unwilling lesson.
the plainer gals are steadfast
their roots  are manifest
they know how to tame those tempest hearts

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

Sad Sara
tried to tie up lose ends
shes rubbed out RSVP
from the birthday invite.
The end game is nigh
shes found new independence

We will watch the saffron  by moonlight
and think of our dearly departed cat
as we stroll the lane
Each morning a daffodil
in God's sunny country
Proclaiming the poetry
of our feelings longevity.

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

The flowers were  Dutch pedigree
Narcissus Blue for late Winter

The Queen of contestation
gadfly cries alone in the kitchen

A Silhouette glances at the ravenous trees
as love becomes a specialization
its words tickling the soul

Blue and green, its skeletal throw over
shrouds Spring

Santa Claus was drunk that year,
and all his presents were soggy
no good cheer,
especially as his reindeers were booked for double parking.

I wish I knew moonflowers
they seem to strike an accord
like ambulance chasers
perhaps my gardener could plant them
if failing that some narcissus
would sound fine
Yellow seems the color now
it bleeds a wide field
as an avalanche of people
evacuate their once proud country
and the new barbarians
foil human corridors
as we face a precipice
of Moonflowers waiting to wilt away

In the meantime the chimes
dance beneath our eyes,
as to share our last realisation;
kindness doesnt rain down in
the places we knew.
How we had to prise gratitude
from the heartless,
those general unfeeling
who should have been eternally distanced

If  the words  came out right
would  you  stumble  on glass shores
promising  never  to return as an empty shell
becoming  in turn better than you were
by captivating the glint of  fascination

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