Engine is cooled
but ready
Tuned up
a full tank
Adrenaline

death is the greatest mystery
and we run from it
every chance we get.
Adrenaline junkies
hooked on life
we keep going in total denial
fearing the dark.

I leapt into the pool of stillness
and ride freewheel down stream-
and hope the ripples helped someone

a jaw hinges open and shut
open and shut
open and shut
and a tongue licks lips
wetting a dry desert
and a poet sings
out the depths of silence

politics is set on repeat reel to reel
for the most part;
a dry mouth devoid of love.

misunderstood is inevitable
daily contact assures
staying in a stubborn corner
is childs play and will not do

Advent finds me numb
that waiting I'm not very good at
but must.

tapping on Heavens door
waiting with Angels
We sing another carol...

moved to adventure
a child's right of passage
where no parent dare

this is the unique experience
locked away
deep in the heart

way over hill and down valley
wild horses
horses play

they live now forever
forever
forever locked in a child's heart

I saw you in advertisement
and adverts  
get to me every time

looking for a two legged person to go three legged around the world
must have good hygiene skills and enjoy walking tied to another

Gravity is Earth's way of taking back your flesh
and once you start losing the battle, everything is going to sag.
Sag into your favourite chair, sag in the mirror so you stop looking, sag in the eyes of the young, sag into the dust of your grave.
So take out a loan and pay for a de-sag today, you know you want to, all the stars of screen and stage are doing it, pick up one of our full colour testimonials.

scrolling happily

and then its

oh no not that guy again

you would think the way some talk
being a member of the armed forces
makes a man of you(only in the adverts dear)

every distraction holds within it a potential poem
so keep on moving in and out of distraction
just go with it, gently down stream.

do not give ear to a serpent
especially one wrapped around a fruit tree

reaping from the silence
is proportioned

so sit it out my dear
and come back to us

with pockets overflowing
and advise you would not

normally
countenance

white sun
cloud shroud
a dying star

where faces are poems
forever written
across our minds

the memory of you
indelible ink
a song sung

poets are clouds
incandescent flames
a thunderstorm

you come and go
and come again
a face in a crowd.

a new shore
ancient noise

the welcome
expected arrival

gathered up
an ocean wave

raindrops
a falling sky

washed soul
eternal embrace.

what will you do when your accusers at the gates of eternity
the ones you condemned as being beneath your mercy
remind you that they are your sisters and brothers?

refugees know more of the Human reality
than all those who have had a comfortable existence
and they know more of what is truly needed, and truly lacking

its the boom and bash of the Atlantic
filling and emptying the sea caves
the rush and the whoosh of the wind
through windows thrown wide
its a freshness long time waiting
in the leeside of winter
yes its Summer and all she brings
long light days into the night
a warmth of the womb to ignite
all the seeds long dormant
and the poets begin to sing of love
lovers wooing their mates
looking to reap a far off harvest.

minds skip easily across blue sky
and eyes drink the light
never tiring of watching it change
shadowed by white cloud
those ships sailing to far off lands
where minds welcome them there
as harbingers of this or that
minds in the blue sky where Geese
migrate to here and there
and back again for one more year
across the green way by the shore
where they gather together
a flock, family for life
a fat goose for Christmas fare
in the eye of the mind of Man.

Something starts to ferment
deep down where poetry sleeps

a feeling awakes starts to speak
fused now with the world of words

hear what before dormant lay
the seed the stork the ear the corn.

slabber dabber
I dribble words
and mop up
the tears from my heart
hoping for Nirvana

deepest night in deepest space
void of star-shine

blacker than black
gaping wound of nothingness

an eternal scream
in a bottomless pit

forever falling
deeper

the Sun shines on all you do
what's a few clouds
between friends.

Time eats the imagination
leaves a few crumbs
finally goes black.

Right on cue the wind is in the North
September insists on having her say;
August is gone Autumn arrived
all in the blink of a few days.
Soon the wind will gather up her skirts
- words will be blown away
carried the other end of the world.
Our Communication will be more sign;
a language to suit the windswept terrain.

waiting on a few men to decide if and when we all are bombed back into the stone age, whilst having a serious conversation with your bank manager about a loan repayment plan, you could be forgiven for feeling like you are taking part in a massive fraud of one kind or another and things are entirely out of your hands as to whether you come out of it without spending jail time or not.

a little oil
fish

egg
bread

red wine
sunshine

a few lines
-to sing.

The wind has turned from the north to west
she brings warmer air from across the ocean.
All the trees are being tested for strength
its a bit more than just breezy.
The Seagulls are out to sea, their cries silent,
and there is no sign of them wheeling the sky.
This is going to be a few lost days of Summer
chasing the start of Autumn back into her shell.

the sound of singing marches across time
a few lyrics stick and find out hearts
who thought their experience was unknown

a cleaned and oiled gun
sits snug in its holster

the wild cowboy
rodeo rides the stallion

a rocket thunders
up out its dock

and a few monkey's
flew to the Moon

Pink blossom, the cry of the wind
wild flowers, the smell of cut grass
birds on the wing, the taste of sea air
the strength of trees, Bees busy
children's excited voices at their play
cooing of doves, chirruping sparrows
a long summers day, heady summers night.

its the poetry you feel out of reach
just around a corner
always a few steps away

your soul could burst with beauty
if only you could find the words.

reach out to the stars
pluck light from the sky
shine your way onward
never let darkness reign

you have to wonder if its an illness
- but what an affliction
to have!

Blame and bluster
smokescreen politic;
Refugee? Commodities.

a fight with fire
till the end of time

the match is struck
the fire is set

I am content to see my dust
blow helplessly on the wind
scattered particles whipped up-
a final waltz, then gone forever.

you say your goodbye's
becoming distant
coming closer to the end

you will have to depart
set out on your own
naked as the day you were born.

Death is a sombre companion
I try to shake him off
but she follows me all the time
and yes death is a him and then a her
multi-sexed death is so final in its conversation
no matter what I dream up
death laughs and all I can do is
try to laugh as well
male or female, death swallows us all
deep throated and belly laughter
we say a final goodbye.

To keep your head ******* on the right way
when all around others are losing theirs
is a fine art of heart deep personal prayer
some luck, and providence of the present moment.
It is here the poet plucks no two the same songs
from no two the same snowflakes and
no two the same Sunrises, or two Sunsets.

happy birthday

I saw you peeking
out your mind

and wonder if your heart is afire
for love

I smear my lips with gasoline
-a fire dance on my tongue

I spit flames and all turns to ash
-memories back to dust.

one persons words
rashly spoken

many a time
unknowingly

has put the spark
to the flame