Let school-masters puzzle their brain,
Blinded by revolt and disorder,
A schoolboy departs in a rage,
And a preachers deprived of his daughter

They met at the Café de Flore,
And talked over gateaux and coffee,
She said ‘Joseph, you're my troubadour’
He smiled and said ‘You are my Sophie’

The pair acted out fantasies,
Embracing the Louvre with ambition,
Romancing across des Champs-Élysées,
With purity and inhibition

Back in humdrum Buckinghamshire,
The locals did summon a meeting,
While beneath the old Notre Dame spire,
Sophie said ‘Can you feel my heart beating?’

Then back at the Café de Flore,
A Mademoiselle served them merlot,
She said ‘j’aime votre poésie,
Et votre femme est un angelot’

Let school-masters puzzle their brain,
With grammar, and nonsense, and learning,
The schoolboy perversely proclaimed,
‘My buoyant soul will not be returning!’


*(March 2010)

Beautiful Evening, Somewhat Blighted
In That The Love, Is Unrequited.
Beautiful Lady, Eyes Electric
The Defectless Picture, Asymetric.
Beautiful Setting, Baker Seats
Ode on a Grecian Urn, By Keats.
Beautiful Melody, Goes Unheard
Preconceptions, So Absurd.

As Then I Awoke From Infectious Bliss,
Restless, Dumbfounded, Devoid Of A Kiss

*(September 2010)

Great Pan is Dead!
Flag at half-mast,
Great Pan is Dead!
He will not be the last,
The boorish wind will blow
And say ‘Pan It is time to go’
While the nymphs will lament the passing of friends.

Old Ulysses
Focussed as time,
He thought lotus-eating
Was a heinous crime.
Ploughed on with his quest,
He could cut it with the best.
But even he could not compare to Pan.

Oh Deadly Day!
The music has died,
Oh Deadly Day!
Arcadia lied.
Apollo will play,
And the Gods will shout ‘Hurray!’
And sing ‘Great Pan is Dead!’

October 2009

The capricious pair,
A picture of pure decadence
The insipid air
A figure of their consequence

April 2007

Clinging on to the one I love,
She swept me off my feet,
But now this fairytales impaired,
And I’ve misplaced the love receipt.

Clinging on to the one I love,
To the one that I betrayed,
To chew one up and spit one out,
We are reading from a different page.

Clinging on to the one I love,
My feelings never fade,
She said to me on a dark cold night,
That “a woman’s heart cannot be played”

Clinging on to the one I love,
On happiness I stamp,
A cynical twenty-first century boy,
Where love is concerned, I cannot advance

Clinging on to the one I love,
My conscience is a wreck,
I sailed it through the stormy seas
Crashed, and then I hit the deck

Clinging on to the one I love,
Nothing I’d rather do,
Than chase ones shadow and walk ones steps
Embrace the perilous rendezvous  

Clinging on to the one I love,
The one that got away,
And in my deepest heart or hearts,
Our love was drowned in disarray.

May 2008