yellow gets a bad rap
when found in your guts

Bees have favourite takeaways;
Dandylions are one of them. Fact.

too much razzmatazz
too many zzzz's
sleeping like a lion.

some are born of love
many from a one-sided ******.

five in the morning
and this old timer
is still going strong

16 degrees on our small island is a heat wave
and today we bask. Children will be splashing
salt water fun and games on our many beaches.
The UV here is strong, a suntan is easy to catch,
as is heatstroke for creatures not used to such
heat. We would never survive much above 16,
16 degrees of Sun. Its all relative, our summer
would be a big disappointment to the many.

Tomorrow would be the Feast Of St Magnus, Viking Earl Of Orkney, martyred in the eleventh century, his bones sealed up in one of the pillars of the Cathedral bearing his name.
He is very special to me and I ask his intervention daily, answers have come in the most unexpected of ways.
Tomorrow being the celebration of Easter, of course St Magnus takes a back seat so to speak. But if anyone reading this has a mind to ask intercession of Saints, I commend St Magnus to you.

Arriving in a flip flop year
our minds upside down
we have been doing handstands
ever since.

***, music, drugs,
more ***, more music, more drugs,
Living the Seventies

Gobbledegook!!

I feared I would float right on up into the air
be suspended between the church ceiling and the pews
feared some malevolent spirit
was messing with my mind
so much so that as soon as the idea came to mind I would vehemently call out to God 'No  No No'

twisted sinews contorted tongue
wielding an axe
Man came down from the trees
and returned with vengeance
all the birds stopped singing
while all wombs shrivelled
eggs unfertilised decayed
and life slowly disappeared
-seeping red into the sea.

it is the most heightened of times-
tick tock slowly and slowly again-
this 2023 disappearing 23.59-
one second gone going-
and gone again.... welcome 2024
good luck everybody, and poets
your new year songs.

two metres from death
one sneeze away from infection
a handshake and its goodbye.

star formation in sounds of yesterday
pulsars and gravity voices
star struck lovers on a journey
exploded atoms human hearts in love
creatures crawling from under oppression
false prophets wielding nuclear threats
this is a 21st century of large fuckups
and yes you will play your part.

Two metres away from death
one sneeze from infection
a handshake and its goodbye.

Signs everywhere
an organised mind
tracking a meal
while being stalked.

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

Summer eyes full of light
to bed and it still is light
no place to hide for months.

self-denial to keep in check the appetites
not just for food and drink
but those other appetites; for gossip for example

tilted orb toward the Sun
northern light

stretched all the way;
dawn to dawn day to day.

Beauty asks of you nothing
the beautiful gives of itself.

Simply by being
beauty takes you unto itself
free gratis.

the voice within each sound
will tell you the facts

(and the 'facts' are kind
because the facts are true)

love will lighten your steps
carry you all the way

love is true to itself
can be absolutely nothing else

clouded path
canopy of trees

cradled mystery
journey of love

canopy of stars
open Universe

mysterious path
mind and heart

blood pools and congeals
thickens, clots.
as colour drains away

from your lips, cheeks
rosy fresh
turns deathly ashen grey.

you give a little
when it could have been more

but once you give your heart
you have given all.

simple as simple is
the more genuine
a life lived

closer to the centre
chip off the block
loving tenderness

tears are a hearts treasure-
you weep from being Human

and often a broken heart weeps
in order to mend.

One gentle touch
is all it takes
to send you.

One gentle word
heard
sensual
the deep capped fountain
flooding.

Sing and be ******
with death

poets gateway
to life.

Each breath
igniting your heart

the fire within
each song.

why waste time
when you are a long time dead.

why give away
all you ever had or ever will.

one little song
doubled up

knocked on Gods Heart
twice.

What is death
but loss

what is loss
but goodbye.

its light 330 in the morn
what can one do?

NOTHING

gosh
golly
gee wiz

bluff
puff
enough

unopposed
evil
flourishes

immersed
soaked
sponged

enthused, confused, issues.

hissing
spitting
heart-attack

one way or another

somebody rolled the dice

even snakes make love

open your mind
wide.

Tied to the weathervane.

Stripped down travelling light
- beauty, the seam of eternal love

once more the coming up short
- the pain of stripping

within this circle resides a dynamo
- a crystal star birthing

travelling with eternal light
- The Loving Father sharing beautiful truth.

The Sun is an old friend
back from her travels

She speaks silently of spring
and the coming vast summer

Her command of the sky
brings birds home from migration

And her warmth seeps through
to bones frigid with winter.