You cast your name over
like silted reeds in the river,
on land
a thick covering of daub and wattle
sought your intention;
the wish to encase others in your space.
Such foolhardy fascination bears a cost,
like ubiquitous cochineal dye pools
Your dreams harbour barriers
as wide as your course strides permit,
the wilderness of banishment beckons
for as long as your  fortitude remains

Purveyors say they may return
but have I turned my back on caution
as my star dims
commencement ends in pyres ,
the flames speaks from within this indelible truth,
a manifest has not been written
ill suitability steals around.
Whatever I sought
was the applause from tired hands
as my pen is often too.

ramshackle emotions linger on in buildings
permissible tears stain window sills
the white lady admits mea culpa
she's untrained but in need of love
azure dreams will follow
but never can she be a tiger
her flame is stronger

you are the poet
the mirror to my soul
you're  like a beacon
that lights up my direction
your words are a gift from Heaven

you are the poet
the mirror to my soul
you're  like a beacon
that lights up my life
your words are a gift from Heaven

Submerge yourself with sorrow
make every wish aloft,
cease the leaves of lead.
Soon they will be unenvied by them all,
bream like the sullied.

Grief as sure as a fired gun.
A house without windows,
and when the door opens
they glisten of earthen ware
within a cold summer murmur,
words are all the same
a tapestry for the unfulfilled
and God is weary of the rain

If you hear what I'm  thinking
is it time to go ?
Timed out of dreams
a recurring night
Pourquoi in a most extraordinary way

Waiting for an answer
I knew of his ruggered handsomeness
I am the epitaphic thief of time
His painted smile beckoned me
I could walk back to my home

All those madmen buying bunches of  flowers
on Valentines Day,
tables double booked at the Restaurant
weekend Brugge chocoholic confession
yet all my cat wants is to be stroked
the gentle purring of the unfazed
overlooking my patio  
and pots of love lies bleeding.

Conflating thunderous intentions
Give rise to the lies
A passion play for the undoing
Escapades termerity

Ruined cities
Shuttered windows strike again
Lonely recess
There is time for heroes still

Rainclouds fall like christening diamonds.
Yet there's no silver lining,
well hedged around this  tempus fugit.
Yesterdays grey hubris
is undone by a fledging bird song.

For my state of mind needs no repairing,
deeply woven, establishing a living,
trying to convince ourselves,
for so many good kinds of reason.

There won't be many holidays to Europe  for sometime.
Calais the  gateway is the folly of despair
it's effectively the death knell for a Europe  good feel factor
thats why United Kingdom holidays are  adequate,
there's enough time to start as soon as possible,
sans health insurance,
We've got our  National Health service at the ready,
good  hygiene for restaurants and hotels
with enough burgeoning coffee venues
to blow a trumpet.
Love the clouds and the greenery,
longing to return to Ludlow
their restaurants are renowned.
Otherwise,  Hampshire, Derbyshire  you name it
history, tradition, local accents
Who needs Europe ?
We're free in our own paradise.

I am planting myself
between eternal hope
and eventual discord

Just some grey occurrence
reflecting the rue of life

The middle way between
the light of day
and the shimmering night.

What a query we have in the night
Its illuminated stare
leaves us more uncertain
The silence of a million stars pervades

The east wind chills at Newmarket
It's got to be the most exposed station.
I'm an outsider but pretty soon
I've learnt we are in the Eastlands.
I feel for racing horses
if this weather persists.
Like us what gratitude is made
for winning their master a guinea?

Fabia the long distance of dreams
drew me to you,
share your promises with me,
and journey with truth
to the forests of the east
where maidens dance so freely.

The Fridge is buzzing like an engine ready to take off,
maybe because the freezer is empty.
The kitchen floor is covered with  newspapers
The old carpet has been pulled off
all we need is a lino to finish the job.

Novels are great,
reading  is more than a treasure,  
its a pleasure entering another world,
Empathy with the characters is the be all of it.
Your inner voice, the heard sanctum.

Seen through the eyes of a child
I have shared in your insufferable humor
And learned to tie my shoelaces on Sunday
But I need the assuredness of the night
Seeking approval from Father
I have seen my siblings sing for their own being
But I need to find certainty for the first time
How I wish I was a snow leopard
unknowingly setting me free in the darkness

A tupperware of tomato sandwiches,
please some cheese and pepper
for such little  is all I ask
Dad  I  hope  you're okay
you've losing your wife to dementia
believe me  you're a  hero
daily realising  how rafts break on the rocks.
The care home is not as cracked out
as it should be !
Keeping your balance is an inborn skill
that can never check the  pain

An ounce of humam kindness
does that go a long way?
or is it alteady an exit sign
appearing to usher you away to safety
when its only envious of the vacant space.
A barbed comment may after all be an underlay warning
for a fault line
that an unrealised friend is trying to repair

February can have sunshine as autumn or face the freezing rain.
Its soldier plants hardy preside.
Crocuses unharmed standing knee high in water,
or Irises thrusting their indomitable
flowers through the snow,
and our sageful Snowdrops taking on everything that comes.

Spring plys it's golden daffodils,
watching swathes of aconites from the windowsill.
The World pledges it's amen,
as February ushers its joy.

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

picket fences
cricket on a Saturday on a vue,
bashful maidens drinking pimms
schoolboys stealing strawberries
and Swans swimming around and around

Where is the grass
once braid of field?
The empty stream -
a nonchantant dream.
The rub of eye's,
a steep descent -
into the brambles,
glaring along dumped concrete bags
bleached in this lungless place.

Why isn't everyone raving about singer songwriter
Harvey Andrews?
or trying to memorise the pitch perfect tranquility
Why did we ever leave 1975?
when we had more hedgerows
and projected families on slides
Blondes didnt have to be peroxide
en naturel was the prevailing currency
Words were spoken with eye contact
and dreams came true

I  just  had  to grow up fast
you were my first girlfriend.
You've turned into a female stranger.
With your wild parties
and church of unforgiveness.
Your ruby lips are for someone else.
and I can't hold your face next to mine.
You're  a big Mamma now,
who can't hold a candle for me.

I with my earnest guitar.
I never slept with you,
but must have made love a 1000 times.
We're young and had no place to go
You gathered flowers,
but could not cry for me

I am a  swallow,
furnished on a  nest
capturing the essence from  my flight,
diligently following a hidden path.
Pretending Buddha's hand is a hallow truth,
parried by the wind
this old world will not  change because,
you're a fledging
tears like the fallen rain
along with the passing cumulus

Rambling rose
longer than a summer's day
evenings out
A bright new start
like falling in love
White carnations
fabled tales
darting winds
covers the kind of love I have got for you

No extant postman's deliveries
No morning call blackbird
Sodden blankets blown on the vetch
No conveying telephone poles
No excitable cats eyes
The world has ceased
No sight No Sound

No more fortuitousity happenstance
The white flag is waved
Like giving up on the highway
I can taste your cool porcelain

Following the rules
in splendid form,
social mores galore
clarifying the way.
No more spillages
I know where I'm coming from,
down the mountain
breathing and tasting.

Acrobats dancing wily
Let the wild men adopt another view
Take my friend and me for a ride
withholding the answer
After all
it's vainglorious
Quite alone I emoted
so bequeathing quietude
that we so wistfully call peace

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

I am wilderness set out in stone
a journey never taken to its end.
You were hope and a wayward glance
remembering all that was cast.
(is paved with good intentions)

Heard a song about you on the radio.
Its never too late to relate.
You were high willed and a bright orchid,
a contented yin and yang.
I could never leave you,
remembering when it all began,
you're were a friend of the band,
two-second snows from colorado,
from the moon, I fly you;
some kind of poet,
sealing her heart in mine,
breathe in you'll be the bay,
who put a rose on my cheeks.

Chocolate soldiers guard their quarry
Gunners chase their missive
peasants rejoice at the skinless drummer
The grateful dead count their symbols
as Mr Evasion turns to the light the looking glass looks jaded now

Grand Daughter of SDP members
hoisting their own red-letter day
with today's Innere language
Writing in English
they grant empathy
to their penfriends abroad
a long way from Heimat

Practice renders perfection
Writing as a seasoned second language scriber
kindly sharing view's
from Frankfurt am Main

When you think about cracking an ego
You'll thinking of people's withstanding fortitude
Yet I'm tired of folks
and all their green tomato chutney sentiments

But lost in city road
Ones direction is awry
Asking profusely for directions
Everybody you met is friendly
Which goes against the grain

I'm an island to myself
Righting right from wrong
recessing the plates of your salad

The cafe tables are littered with left overs
pigeons forever observant
their regularity like faith.
Meanwhile its halibut tonight
Friday fish night,
are we so different?

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

From the windowsill lets feast on pea shoots
and chives
marvel at the paperwhites,
tall and slender with a magnificent perfume
and grow nepeta for our cat?

Why don't we call our flat Jardin?
so we may be associated with nature?

Let our first holiday be to Giverney?
the ardor will unfold your artistic eyes!
I could talk of hollyhocks for ages
They are like relationships the firmament
lasts forever of tendering

From the windowsill
with a plaintiff tell to tale
I saw the tired look on your face

Rain on your souls' side
Leaving you was harder
The vacuous circle is broken now
We wept to see our goals swept

Courage to last our cords
those warring ranting days
fade away
Don't take to the clouds
before you can fly

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

i am the whisperer
that travels around
Gadfly is what im accused of
like a bee
in your cochlea like sanctum
this is my swansong.

The garden shows its awkward face
cultivated by the gardeners hand
the beauty of the happy life
whose soil is upturned
Buddleia stumps strongly strung by survival
Alacanta loitering the floorspace
picked by fork
once sturdy Lavatera cut to the base
to begin the December cycle anew

you're too average to marry Meryl Streep
you should use a razor rather than a shaver
too cheap to get out of bed for €10
but at least you've got Leeds
for a cheap bed and breakfast

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

At night Georg pangs blue whisper
for the lonely boy's return ,
with a red cloak worn to sunset.
Crimson for the harlots shadow,
and narcassis for the loss of innocence.

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

Incorrigible unwilling  to change,
i say tomatoe you say tomato.
Welcome to the blues.
You say go for broke
I say stay frugal.
You say BMW
i say 2nd hand?
different strokes for different  folk.

Prayers  inspires and boulders foil,
praise that grows
gives the greatest of inroads.
Under the trailing arches
only the assured prevail,
in platitudes they vouch
the greater gift bestowed.