Faded photogragh
in a worn out frame
smiles back at me
from yesteryear,
when we were young
and oh so foolish
planning our retirements
at twenty two.
I swore we'd take a cruise
see parish in the fall

but then...


Alcohol and diesel fumes
screech of brakes
a scream.

White gown without a veil
bouquet in a cheap glass vase
and your mothers tears.

Faded eyes
in a worn out face
stare back at me
from somewhere nowhere...

Sleep now my love

dream now my love

and I will meet you in Paris

in the fall.

Let this night my silence seem as one with cricket and with woodland owl
and let my ache of you be one with coyote and with wolves mournful howl
that I by lake and flowing stream could er' compare my flowing tears
as I watch in plaintiff awe as moonlight so softly disappears
for what am I if I am not a part of you and hence apart from you
I too liken of the forest elm and oak bear arms untaken too
so let this night in silent reverie give up but a whisper of hope
as I from beneath your window sigh and to the darkness now elope
for love unrequited stings the heart a double edge
as I my heart though poor it is to your heart pledge
no man er' knew such need and want as I do here
awaiting a chance to love you dear.

As gentle as the butterfly
or early morning mist
is how softly your love touched me
when first my lips you kissed.

Death where is thy sting
when I am already stung,
by lips that laugh and speak and sing
the words once held by muted tongue.

For lo no light from window broke
no Juliet nor waining moon,
just honest words of love were spoke
that gave my heart a brand new tune.

So slings and arrows do thy worst
and misfortune come as may,
for here at last am I uncursed
as in her arms I softly lay.

Let scholars say he was the bard
and all his works a work of art,
but I would rather be fool hard
and know I am her work of heart.

A plain white rose without any scent is still beautiful.

She rises from the sea...

my Venus arisen

her suit wet and clinging
her curves pronounced,

no bond girl
ever left a man as shaken as I...

as she sways
slicking back her hair

smiling.

The sun kissed skin
glistening
as shades slide over a hundred
hungry eyes

pretending not to see.

But I see

and smile

as she is mine and mine alone

my Venus arisen.

I fritter away my bread
to keep
the sparrows happy

Shorelines
bordering our hearts
are unmoved
by
tears...

and promises.

Wilted roses bleeding petals
from a cracked forgotten vase,
becoming stinging nettles
that weep from open scars.

I was free

you were too

Until
     we both...


                became one.

Oh Hippy Hippypotamus
can't ride a bike
can't catch a bus
but unlike you or I or us
he wont complain
or make a fuss
he never swears or dares to ***
cause he's well bred
this Hippy Hippypotamus

I smile
and once more
you check
you're wearing shoes

The camera
        nevers lies
             but your smile
                  was photo shopped.

I wore such armour black as night
no light could penertrate,
reflecting beauty from my sight
and holding in the hate.

My helmet blinkered sleepless eyes
and made my screams unheard,
the visor welded shut with lies
my agony unshared.

My shield held all help at bay
and let nobody close,
keeping my soul in dissaray
as every thought morose.

My sword was tempered from my pain
with decorated hilt,
engraved with symbols of distain
and unforgiven guilt.

My horse was black with fiery mane
his hooves were polished steel,
his brand was one of love unlain
a heart that could not feel.

So bare me well and here me now
this armour could be yours,
if you don't find the light somehow
and learn to heal your scars.



Depression suits me well

The dragon in the garden
breathed out a lonely sigh
for he longed to know the beauty
of the spritely butterfly
as she danced with Rose and Lilly
and with sweet William shared her day
she called upon  sweet Poppy
and Daisy by the way
and all the time he pondered
why it was she never came
as he sighed a breath of perfume
for this dragon had no flame.

Sweat stained skin

sings soft

with wants wetted

with words.

Autumnal wardrobes
of golds and reds
replaced
by virginal whites.