a famous artist once painted Sunflowers
I do not think he was seeing flowers

freedom can be bare feet
or naked
or laughter
freedom can be poetry

lightening fast
thoughts
Heart fell head over heels

I enjoy the company of snow-
iced shining roads
the cleanliness of cold-
a time of winter tales

fairy tales in the midst of life
my niece pointed
that's a real fairy and
that's not

arms wrapped around the world
I saw you there
caring

evidence of my passing through
each room litters every surface
time worn skin points to decades
living contact with the elements
tongue and lips pronouncing
thousand thousand words each
requiring breath ****** in lungs
clotted breathlessness spent health
eyes worn out of looking so much
seen before and counting once more
the tiredness haunting my very essence

my cactus waits patiently for summer
stuffed into a *** by the window
rain or snow cactus sits meditating
so deep you would think asleep-
would be more fitting. but I know better
get too close and cactus is alive and willing
sharp as ever and prickly with it.

here we write our epic
from first post
to last bugle fading
and all your readers
throw in a handful of dirt
the day you stopped singing
and turn away to their bowers
to continue in this stranger than fiction endeavour
writing out their hearts and minds one big poem stitched together

Braided brushed *******
the princess and her jewels
hair fair platted with history
servants standing by swords ready
gold hats seamed silver pulled tight
with silk ribbons and scarfs full beaded
this is a Viking girl astride her war horse

when we met across those sands of centuries
slowly ebbing their way as we embraced
our eyes so sublime in the fullness of meetings
I was holding my dreams and nightmares
in either hand but you never noticed when
out those experiences I added you to my dreams
because your presence dissipated all my nightmares

your voice singing reaches across star journeys
star light speed to my waiting plodding
my dim dark night time dreaming
awakened now alive to your sweetness
a voice I have longed to hear for centuries

imagination is a spirit worth listening to
it has the possibility to take you anywhere

Drink and warring
Swords and resting
Women our heaven
Bards our telling
Ships laden.

a date with destiny
many fulfilled
lots more to come

I am the No. 1
uncle
to my niece
Freya.
And my niece
Hope
has me at 3rd
coming after
her mother,
my sister.
and grandmother
my mother.
Such are
the orderly
lives
they live.

paper used to be scratched
pencil lead sharpened
long ago now

a schoolboys remembrance
schoolgirls too
friends

my sister gave birth to a daughter
and gave birth
to this uncle

each every-day birds sing
people catch a plane
hope fully it stays in the sky
as long as a bird wishes to fly
wings longer than Albatross
a big winged bird oh my
this is a birds poetry song
corny and corny beyond smiling

You are a child of the Universe
You have a right to be here
And eternal right
To be you.
Unique.

Given the popularity of burgers
I cannot conceive a God
Who wouldn't like one(fries of course)

rejection of others
is rejection of oneself
that's what hurts

You have to
by recognition
to have lived
years to experience
so many deaths
and to live years
more
to ask
for so many
Eternal rest

the grumpy anger of a selfish nature
tormented by impatience, and dominance  
can infect the freedom of the sheer joy of living for the rest of the tribe

salt is needed keep you sugary
and sugar
you never met anyone like me

you are my lightening bolt
the kind that can strike
in the same place
more than once

a seagull singing so late at night
is unusual;
But remembering a book once read;
Johnathon Livingston Seagull;
nothing is unusual with seagulls

the moulding unseen centre of the Earth
fire and brimstone spells of witches
all not to be taken that serious swept
ignore under the carpet at your peril

my love sings as the nightingale sings
as all birds sing my love hides
behind all gifted songs of Earth
psalm and childrens laughter
the sound of rhythmic hammers
mankind at work with wood and metal
hearts full of life and love and singing

its 4 in  the morning
still we sing

the barrel to empty
will take

another
three days

an Island of half-marathon tomorrow
football England are playing tonight
Birthday for some Brendan tomorrow
and I wait for love to find me today
take me up into forever and then forever
when no one is watching spying
yes some are watching having forsaken love
and ***** in the darkness of others lives

Seduced I breathe in the Sea;
her waves lolling against my body.
Seagulls swoop diving
enter the green depth, where
I lay down in a bed of seaweed,
and watched fish escaping.
Seduced I gave her my all
mind body and soul
but she washed me up
spewed me onto land
Where ancestors first crawled.

who could live

couldn't care less

Time to fly

Swan

Summer is more mini monsoon
where dry days outnumbered
used to hold sway this archipelago

coldness on the skin;
touched from the furthest
of outer space

Daisy visited to say hi
she smiles like
no other
dog ever known
comes round
while on her travels
From about the farm
Shows her full set
a smile to be believed
I give her a treat
and send her
on her way

Listening real close to a seashell strapped to your ear
you can hear the rising tides of your blood
as your forever at work heart bleeds in and out
passing around the sea air ****** in through your mouth.

Shut away with words for company
A mother pushes along a street her baby
I push along a page my sentence
and wonder at the sameness in sacrifices

memory is a stalker who will pounce
when you least expect it

some memories come in beautiful colour touching
touched long ago and remembered for fleeting moments

but the in-house stalker with a vengeance
is the one you would willingly shake off and forget forever

Your Feet precarious
heels into high heels
into high heeled shoes
the stilted amazement

Giraffes have their heads in the tops of trees, merrily munching
great big beautiful eyes and just the cutest faces, heads way up there in the clearest rarefied atmosphere
what a stretch that must have been for evolution, millions of prototypes,
and then the finished article, just as well we do not eat them, can't imagine eating a Giraffe burger with ketchup and fries.

I climbed the  mountains with you
my part very small
but I loved you as much
as anyone holding your ropes
and I enjoy my obscurity
knowing my love for you was free
is free; and this was your gift to me
to know and love you for you

the brass in your pockets are heavier than water
all that concentration to hold onto some semblance
of freedom bought at the price of false security
is washed away in a moments madness skinny dipping
the bare skinned fish out of water looking for a smaller pond
to find you have bloated to outsize all known measurements
yes a big fish indeed way out on a limb and its breaking fast

hoist everything into the sky
on balloons
let every decision be universal

what say you to strawberries and ice cream
a bath full

you turn yourself inside-out
each word from the invisible
stretches into the ear of listeners
your heart sense making sense
in a whole new galaxy
the mind and accepting hearts
forming stars in the blackness
light up and spin like ballerinas

one of my neighbours I have not seen all summer
due to the amount of growth between our dwellings
and that due of course, to our mini monsoon of a summertime
its amazing what raining can achieve, just by falling

the silent flight of
     Seagulls
mirrors my mind

and the cries of
     Seagulls  
sing my hearts desires