if i cup your face
in my hands
and gaze at you
intently
will the thousand
truths
you keep
hidden
be openly displayed

Ivied brick
and ancient beams
icy draughts
damp wall seams
smokey fireplace
crooked floors
gaping holes
instead of doors
run down sheds
home for cats
ambiance
fit for rats

computers gone bananas
it's driving me insane
the pages scrolling up and down
then down and up again

replying to the poems
is taking me an age
I click onto the comment box
go to another page....:o(

so if I'm seeming tardy
please do not take offence
it isn't that I'm snubbing you
comps down is my defence

can i come home
cant do this
no more
53
and
collapsed
on the floor
been
all over
Europe
in and
out
doors
drug ****** and
lifeless
really a bore

Auburn coated cattle
seek safe purchase
on a limestone scree
bent windscarred conifers
climb the hill

"Nature"
seducer sublime
taking up all
of my time

sunny parks busy with people
flying kites
and throwing sticks
sailing model boats
on rivers and ponds
or just lying on the grass
taking the sun
reading books
while lovers touch and kiss
I always feel
the invisible screen
between these ordinary things of life
and myself
slightly blurred

why do you love me better after you've made me cry

i become supplicant and your love swells
you become sweet again      
tender

loving concern pours forth as i lie
spent
on the floor
exhausted

is it exacted punishment on all women?
she who sent you to that place of inhumanity?
that destroyer of boys
men
and ultimately
women

will that ever change

Shiva
with long poled chainsaw
demon like
he wields
havoc
reducing my Kali
to a goddess with no hands

this desire to consume you
to disolve your very blood cells into mine
we become
temporary
come
become
separate
cells
divide
subside
solidi­fy
sigh
sublime
sweat
slides

This guy was So smooth
even a fly
would have difficulty
gaining purchase

grey dawn
the mysteries of morning
shot with rays from the rising sun
white crested waves break
and foam on the shore
strength gone
they recede
lone sandcastle slumps

a large tree I've hacked limbs from
is staring back at me
through a window
from those wounds
they look like
eyes
and weeping wounded mouth

From time to time
attempts are made
to obliterate
what has been written before
and inscribe something
completely new
but the ur-writing
always shows through
and there we read
two inerasable
though condradictory truths
economic imperitive
and the hearts affections

get out of those pj's
and into some jeans
altho i obey
i
dont know what that means
my life does unravel
undone at the seams
i prefer life by night
under moon beams

you morn me
in retrospect
and hurt me
in the present tense

to
sail

across the sky

in
a wind blown
treetop

clouds alongside

sailing companions
birds
aboard
the lofty boughs

pacing the floor
I'm going mad
this craving a drink is
beyond bad
up and down
and down and up
it runneth over
my despair filled cup
I don't want to think
or feel or see
this ugly mood
does that to me
all out of hope
and love seems
to hard
and writing poems
well I'm no bard
why can't I want more
of what I've got
there are plenty of others
without a lot
down and up
and up and down
writing this I feel
a clown

she stands on the brink
looking down
why does she bother
with this clown
she treats her badly
ignores her pleas
laughs at the sight
of her on her knees
over she goes tumbling down
victim to this awful clown
herself

we dance
in primitive
ingrained
patterns
persistent
repetitious
mating
ritual­s

Her face twisted
a mask of grotesque
all joy wrung out
by griefs tourniquet

Black is the sky
this early morn
brought no relief
by rising dawn
torn by the wind
trees on dark grey
soon lashing rain
will come this way

I don't think I can do this anymore
or want to
we cycle in
and cycle out
push and pull
against each other
spiral up
and spiral down
pull towards
repel against
contained by love
that barbed wire fence

spring has sprung
or haven't you heard
can't you tell
by the singing of birds?

winter has gone
and it's not too late
but there you exist
behind a closed gate

sat at your desk
no listening to birds
how you don't live
I find quite absurd

He did everything
expected
of a true gentleman
tore foxes to shreds
and blew little birds
to smithereens

i know i havent written for so long
and also that this explanation isn't neccessary
i know instinctively you understand completely without one
that i can just come back and it will be as if i never left
rude friend i can be because
we are we
i've missed you

infinities eyesight

given to

the

hunch
back

the infirm

and

the
really
quite

                                  ­                                 insane

I see him walking towards me
he has a kind of loose limbed rangy walk
as he swings through rotating city doors
I can't find it in me to talk
his presence leaves me floored
a cowboy from out on the range
on a visit to city he's bored
and feeling more than strange
face creased like aged leather
he works out in all weather
how i wish we had met
on the range
not a set
and lived on into
happy forever

I have snow white scented lillies blooming
golden rods within
your fragrance
i imagine
your skin

i cannot tell the differance between what heals me
and what hurts
am i
moving forward or
making a mistake

is it
infinity given
or merely
me being
self riven

skin
shrinks back
sunken
skeletal like
skull
shows thro
pink
flesh
exposed
by
sparse hair
woolen
underwear clings
to wreched
skin
shrunken back
sparse hair
clings
to
black
clothes

this sting
this pain
without it
i would
drift off

Something you give
to someone else
while saying
you'll keep it

salt from your skin
on my tongue
whispers of the sea
and shells
as curled
as my body is curved
around yours

over night love affair
do i dare
shock pervades
i stare
overnight
too spare

That inexplicable fluttering in the stomach
a feeling in the air almost like held breath
if you keep still and silent
you can almost hear something coming
not music
not voices
but a silent tension that heralds
and i feel if i wait long enough
something exciting is going to happen
to me
any second now
if i can just keep still and quiet enough...
although what i expect to happen at my age
i don't know
it happens at the begining of every summer
and I feel a girl again
full of breathless inexplicable excitment
where you know anything can happen
and will...

been a bit
frozen
speechless
paralysed
couldn't see myself
in my own eyes
where did i go

i sit
as silent
as an embarrassing thought
tucked away in the corner
of my own mind

the gate stood open
and dewy grass
is still chiffoned
with mist
till spring sun
weak and warm
goes to work

in the real and unreal realm
a good neighbour
you and i
the odd kiss
occational hug
there's nothing ****** in it
no frission
no spark
it's like the echo of something
that might have been
but never will
a good neighbour
you
and I

that tone of voice you have
you know the one?

the thin sharp edge of amusement threaded through the wide band of self satisfaction
as you tell me
how you've never felt better
and a visit would have been nice
for ***
on sunday

but never mind
you say
i got a lot done

Wind

violent servant of a bruised sky

churns the sea...

flinging salt water mountains

that shatter on the shore

too stretched ribbons
we are
a tape unravelled and
all out of shape
played backwards
we hold a differant message

i fell
last week
onto
concrete
craked ribs i think
either way
sore
oh how i
swore

As she walks through the garden
her hair swings around her head
affected by the rising mist
it separates
into curls
that twist and swirl

i don't want some media host
telling me what's what
and  “ do we approve of this opinion ”
and  “ do we approve of that ”
as if they have the right to question
everyone's opinions
to call it in as if it's wrong?
hold several vivisections
let's share our thoughts on media
on twitter tweet and 2 facedbook
then hopefully with this campaign
we'll all have the same look

slowly withdrawing
fading away
soon there'll be nothing left
but my frown
like the cheshire cat's smile
turned upside down

beautiful red in the sky this morning
reminds me of that shepherds warning
there was no red in the sky last night
so maybe the weather warnings right
there might be rain during today
oh wind please come drive it away
although the garden needs its boon
I'd rather clear skies so sun shine soon

I wanted to post you some autumn leaves

blood red
jewel like
littering my garden

enclosed in an envelope they withered
darkened to dull

the love that nearly sent them glows