Southern boys speak loftily
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 boys
have plenty of feelings
their aim is good                  
Recouping the truth
Butter melts in their mouth

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.

Too much uninvited post.
The time comes for shredding,
yet that's only a start
you soon tune in to all those warts,
dormant VHS videos seldom played
space issues big as brevity,
now binned to the garage
their space filled with the
next expiry
compact discs.
Lessons never learned,
the extended vinyl collection grooves storage is a premium
My flat is like  origami
it folds with the repercussions.

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

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

Burden street,
wish wash
Newcastle  rain,
The gust cuts
to the bone
Ghosts avail themselves
to street corners
eye sockets ,
holes with grey light
speak of the tedium
the porosity of meek

Brick by Brick
they are taking apart the town,
in their own image
Effortlessly
actioning and conspiring
every speck of green
is their hallowed ground
to lay down the foundations.

Come to Croydon
It's like a ship going down
Some have found their new Nova
a cash cow made of stone

Tories are running for their primms
Indian summer of their wilted reign
Twelve years of spreading marmite
Child Q to Rwanda
London Police in special measures
The fabrics of civility collapse
as the spiders enmesh us
within their web of lies

Suitcase with grief
Credible April rains
Spring so near
yet so far away.
With the greenfly and spider over my coat
Looking for lasting relations
Could have been a hero
But I've lost my place
Right or wrong.
If I had only known Elvis Presley

Spring grants us it's golden daffodils,
swathes of honesty from the window.
Spring is neigh.
The world pledges it's amen.

If you think long enough
Spring will come
but if a windy wind erupts
from the sty of your eye
the gold streets will turn to lead
from a rain cloud that never pails

The color of  talk
with sunny chimes,
spring as a shiny fortitude
the world as a rounded dahlia.

i stand by the wind, stirring eddys
in the river
I proclaim I am unloved,
a penny not to rub together,
tomorrows my birthday
and all my Delphininuims have faded.

Another time the stars will seize  you
parading your aspirant hopes,
first touch still bristles
that earlier shine, while not quite alone
for seeds of dreams will broaden your shoulders,
walking taller than your beckoning.

Every wrong word
said on a mission
startles the receiver.
Every right word
said as a consequence
startles the giver.
I cry alone into the night
figuring what was right

A silver lining passed by
the rainbow.
The sun is still shinning,
for my state of mind,
needs no defining, notwithstanding
yesterday was painted grey.
I just told a fairy story
of a redemptive gull.
Till tomorrow
we celebrate,
our February song
chasing its tail.

I want to see the bright lights tonight
and wait for my supper
Monday morning closed down on me
I was under a karma
French butterflies she sold me
I watched you with my
one good green eye

and now you're tiptoeing
early to the station
don't be late
Everything you did
You did for me
I used to believe
you fit me like a bill
scrub me till I shine in the dark

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?

A Heart of stone
erupts into splinters
when acid sketchings
posits the fore.
Broken promises-barricades defences.

Yet truth is said to prevaciate musings.
When bright light is the signifier
Hope can conquer the doubt.

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.

I talk to the trees
but the wind won't listen
I am the late man
without reason;
a rekindled spirit
with enough pride
to outlast your sufference.

The ant climbs into the straw patch
he feels his armour suffocating.
The clown realises his pathos
after finding none of his compatriots funny.
Oh this string of life
it just got all the more angrier
Yes the very one that loses you in the labyrinth
that falls short for desert island fishing.

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.

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

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

Do you like Biltong?
will you buy it from the  market ?
Can you trust its hygiene ?
Is the rain a  bother for you
its been most unseasonable of late
or are you happier for your garden ?
At least the cat's  going to see the  vets on Monday,
shes  not been herself lately.
Sunday  is still  fine
all important  questions are  in the open

It's the silken sound,
on the near-naked ground
like a long blade of grass.

It's in your first hope,
cherished and memorized.
the sudden gust of wind,
scented Sandals teasing the high ground

It's in your  turned pages,
that invites you
like a corral,
teasing the rendevous
climbing the waterfall.
Oh how we were once children

In Galleys on the ocean
fabled times their voyage
A King's ransom
in search of Gold
Two women weep
for lost loves
On the Sunken coast
they **** and plunder
World in the scales
Bishops sit in judgment
Ash and Sand
The Poseidon rears
it's head

Your smile has cracked
like a country mile
Your voice has not been heard
for a length of time

Reflected in the water
is your gaze
like a chased reynard
you're a spent force


What does the wind want from you?
wrapped up in your own world
Until you realize the blame was yours alone
dipping your fingers into the ash
playing sunlit with your future

The sublime was playing sax
as super creep waddled into town
with ill matching socks

The Fruiterers had overfed this
fine young man
into a well-figured gent

The Cigar dropped its ashes
forever figuratively,
pumping his diesel
for a Mercedes experience -
cruising on the top


The Summer Party
Why'd and what'd
they sought LIBERTY
their feet dancing
to the final whistle

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

See the water wash over you
with droplets preserving your dreams
fashioned as orginal thoughts,
that you wished to swore
vouchsafed in your sincerity
and everyone's hopes.

my sweet acorn laid there,
to feel your love
the thirst is spoken.
let it go on this way forever,
this dewy feeling,
with your wild acres
and cool brown hair.

Distant star take me on a visiting spree
a time voyage
past the droll follies loitering the streets
with porcelain rogue and
immaculate tunics and shift dresses
where they all smile, ascertaing
to be daughters of artisans
but they are maladroit
and will lie for you
excessive in their
masters desires

the day is as long as you are tall.
the sound of positive encouragement
is never remiss.

They tell you inflation
is good for your soul.
It sharpens thoughts on the larder,
avoiding the food bank

Blue and red walls shanter.
As the people aim for higher ideals.
A parliamentary debate
of the nation's stable
Hotel Rwanda remapped
Impertinent Channel 4 for sale?
Conversion therapy stalled!

The builders of the nation
lack impetus.
It's time to see the injured raise.
They say the meaning of success is to work harder,
for the same wage.
Its time to uncover the CONTRICKATIVES.
Business suits without a care

Fickle they come
always disarming
see how they jettison
warbled rulers
across the knuckles
playgrounds for the tremblers
Carousels once shone
alongside the rim of failure
childlike fences fall

We grew bulbs on the windowsill
Having tasted our marshmallows
and respected our teachers
Like kestrels we waited eagerly to learn
And wore white poppy's the whole of November
We were never defiant
Always standing to attention
Spelling hard words made easy

Care worn
Follow the sun to temerity
Razor cut your perfection
Hail Appolo your God

The night comes hither
Forlong past heroes
and paperback writers

The perceptible theatre goers
Gain an insight
Into the theatrics of their fellow performers.

Tempus Fugit to all past
bright young things have better opportunitic bearings
when cerulean clouds rightly account

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

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

Night time pensiveness on dry tethered hooks
Carrion birds ditched at noon
Could have been a contender
In marigold fields of Heather

As bright as a whisper
This voyage far and wide
East winds facing reason
In vast fields of thyme

i don't read fanzines
i hold my fame to myself.

i am the raging truth
I've been ruthless for eternity .
i am father to a 1000 children
but  begot 100000 more,
what of all your dignity?
now washed on the shore,
i only safe unbelieving sailors
who one day lay in un- lamented  graves,
that i sanctify as my own

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 Moon saw fit to shine
because it had  nowhere else to go
she sang a song for the apple boughs
because they were  bountiful
The Moon sighed to  heaven
as though in a wild  moment
she wanted the sea to lull
under  lunar lapse
for she sought to draw a  line
between the golden apples and her whispered  shadow
she was tired,so tired of  casting her modesty

The local duchess of importance
is the bag lady
she loiters unsatisfied
the rain is a ****** loss
it ruffles her hair
kept in place by rusting clips,
whatever goldmine
she was enamoured with
was swept away in the torrent,
she's more than partial to gain
but cannot recall dancing with a
forty niner
or freeloading in the blaze.

The sea unrolls on itself
by the gaze of a seagull
its mechanical eye
creates ceaseless shutters
mingling with the sound of the waves

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

The clown stares at me
his war paint is as Thursday as Tuesday
His tired eyeballs orbits through my head
although he is more content to hide into his shadows
afraid of what I may know.
Do people like him.