enter the dance
sing the chorus
love completely

A Star to guide.
The Virgins Babe.
Lowly, fragile, Human.

re-rolling the butts
of yesterdays smokes
memories re-visited
addiction fed nicotine
the taste of ash tongue
cremation must come close

sing to me your songs of stillness
where a single sparrow is perched-
high up on a branch out of sight
silent with heart loving intelligence

hail hard as stone
rattles on windows
frozen ***** of storm
play the roof;
drum heavy metal

Brendan is cooking roast chicken today
a few of us neighbours are invited
its a wonderful thing to share a meal
a simple coming together of spirits

The silky blue and the silky green
The rocks and the rubble
The browns and the greys

The orange flower pots filled with peat
Flowers reaching out their buried roots
wildly drinking up the silky blue-
speckled white with rain-buckets full

There roams the cattle big family group
across the silky green munching as they go
Calves kicking up their heels frolicking
in the dewy wet grass their carpet and their breakfast

Where does man-flesh fit passing as he does each day brief
One could be gardener seeing to the silky green
Another predicting weather out the silky blue
One digs up grey rocks out the brown for building walls-
To help the farmer herd his cattle

Another sits recording a passing scene forever changing
Forever the same forever one passing hour
One passed moment a time recorded gone
His pen finally falling silent.

I found love in the most unlikely places
and the greatest of blessings in the smallest of things.

pink bow
a warrior
woman touched

the biggest mouth I ever seen
belonged to a politician

My diamond studded pistol grip tells a story of success
How good I am at shooting dead
with handmade silver bullets.
My hammer and wooden stakes
wrapped in brown leather.
Garlic, sunlight, and Jesus on the cross, Vampires nemesis,
Slayer.
Slayer of bat winged fanged Human blood ******* feeders.

the banality of evil

so is boring

to the extreme

chopper on the wind-
man made flying machine

in another land another place-
gunship war -machine

spitting fire
announcing death

remote control
taxes paid

Seagulls above the fish farm boats
wheel and dance:
White vultures

I pluck stars with chopsticks straight out of the night
bring them to my lips and kiss their fire
drop them into my bucket filled with seawater fresh from the shore
and watch them sizzle and spit and fizz and spark
and when it seems their fire is all gone with my chopsticks to save my fingers from their burn I flip them back into the sky and watch them reignite and shine back in the place I plucked them from.

Having my teeth smashed
into the roof of a taxi
as I leaned down to open
the door
all my brother said years later
sometimes you deserved it
and sometimes you didnt

the Hoodie Crows fight and squabble
all over my spaghetti
wait till they ******* sauces

if you crave real recognition
stay happily in dusty cobwebs
unattractive and useless

Guitar players speak in rifts
while drummers go insane
and a singer sings-

As the poetess gives birth
-to her hearts love once and once again
she dances for all her lovers

And then rests within her words
silently sung
while she dreams.

no idea how many miles this body has travelled
no more than this soul has wanted
I would guess a lot and more than that
anyone could accurately make a count of
Its down to me to make honest reckon
Many many miles more than I can remember
but I do remember wanting to travel and that
is a dream way beyond anyones  calculation
traveller I was and traveller I will be buried

The red breast of the Robin flits
around the frozen dusted icing sugar
- fried seaweed green grass
crisp rigor mortise cold as a corpse.

Micro technology
do not forget the bonus

The delux shaving kit
so close its unbelievable

Full thirty days of shaving
guaranteed

or, yes.
your money back

it may take awhile
while we process all your cheques

oops
should I have said that?

maybe dinosaurs had TV
mobile phones
and skateboards
knitted hats and gloves
for when the rains came
and it turned to ice

How to pass your poetry test
with the silence between your teeth
and a red angered face
burnt like the Sun and
cold as the night
a small song leaves your lips
in spite of yourself.

world turns
babies
turn too

when looking for recognition in objects as diverse as wood, metal, cloth
and a thousand others
you will feel every woodworm, rust, moth......

Love cannot be overcome
indeed love overcomes all else
Love is stronger than all strength
love abides mightier than steel
love sends its shock wave
and all falls like so many skittles

I could keep going forever
now its expressed
another way

Going unnoticed takes a certain amount of disguise
a cloak of invisibility, a fake orange tan, a **** job gone too far,
a face full of tattoos and piercings seemingly out of this world
or maybe go the way of the KKK and slip a pillow case over your head.

spin a tune of delicate beauty;
just be yourself

******* on tobacco as a child suckles the breast
its been more years than a man cares to count.
All the dire warnings are put aside with, 'count your blessings'
" it could have been worse, I could have been a non smoking teetotal genocidal serial killer like Adolf ******"

When will I make a decision?

All decision has already

Been made

a shopping list I never had
Some wanted a Ferrari
I didn't want anything

The big city lights hold no magic now
their temptation all but gone
but still they burn into my back
a false memory of happiness now and then
whereas truth was walking streets to find a way out
always top of the agenda, number one.

responsibility
take

each nuance
hidden

behind
a dream

some ones
tomorrow

all the words of Man
whatever the language
is listened to and sifted

the sparrows in the garden
seem to be immune
keep singing and being, sparrows

Battalion of starlings
reach for their worms-

beaks fishing
the lawn

fly up as one
at the alarm-

and settle
the fence once more

am free of romance
much too lazily
to send flowers
in the heat of a summer
who insists seeping
every chance
into my world
sleepy eyes
and a mind gone
on safari

our small island is wind smashed wring wrung washed by rain and tide tossed headlong into the stars, spun around come up for air,
we snuggle in, seen it all before.

You rock my very being
and leave for tomorrow.
Yesterday I thought I knew
today would end.
But all now is a oneness
a squeezed lemon
yellow ripe and juicy
tangy on the tongue.

Nothing from nothing-
equals nothing-
So why worry

Energetic songs and dancing
have subsided;
The seventies memories
alive in their own time.

Disco divas and so-
costume dressed up;
men trying to boogie
on down with their women

Wearing flared trousers
and platform shoes;
butterfly collars
flicks in their hair.

Lonely furrow, deep
deep enough to plant
watch over , **** and water.

Aspiring poets curse

Blight, of their fellows
rampaging through
a meagre crop, loved

A solitary Sparrow sings into the silence
a fleeting songster on its way somewhere else,
-reminds this traveller to look beyond himself,
to see the beauty that surrounds his shelter
and the shining path winding into all distance.

from jelly beans to jumping beans
and Jacks magic beans

beans on toast and beans in your broth
black beans and runner beans

beans are taking over the World
conspiring together in the supermarket.

digital heart beats
and strange interstellar
conversation
Hello are you open to love and procreation

I know you have fifteen legs and two heads
and I come up quite a bit freaky
but for the sake of our babies
Hello lets get married

Forever sharing
Something.
In spite of
Ourselves.

Sharing
On a monumental
scale.
Everything.

Birthdays were being celebrated
the day America came to Hiroshima
likewise when Japan visited Pearl Harbour
some birthdays would never be the same
and some born those days would always feel guilty.