Not to want to fly,
supposing wings
can bring defeat;
this, not unclipped,
a gentle bloom of plume,
lifting the see, to saw and see.

Although
it's only a day
until I see you
it feels like 3
million years,
hours of avalanche
before we dance.
Not aware where time is
when we flare
& spark
the zoom of us;
we meld with high fives o clock; hands of the
tick and the tock.

You unforcefully cram
your particles
into every time
of loveliness,
seldom rocked
by
the
tick
tock;
minutes are just moments
that bring
all
your
joy.

I said your name a lot in May
but I say it more today;
in June I yap your moniker with impromptu ease,
as green fills the leaves.
It feels like you're arriving,
in the start
of
summer

It's easy to write words about you,
there is no deliberation over syntax,
these letters get
sequential run;
natural as blue sky
holding new sun.

To be with you in your free house would be great,
I’d never dawdle to late,
I’d knock on the door ripe on time,
and, maybe, flowers flourish in rooms,
a start starts to bloom;
arms wide open as the ocean.

The seemingly impassable
lilts
then
goes,
obstacles vanishing,
at a hint of your arrival;
stumbling blocks
fade into easy ground
when you’re here
when you’re around.

If the world should cave in two
I don’t know what I’d do
as I’m not Doctor Who
so I guess I’d just save you.
If you’re scared at night
and
if you've have had a fright
would you let me put it right
by turning on the light?
If you graze your knee
I’d give you something on me
my last plaster for free:

all these things I say
are here to make you smile
so you won’t run a mile
and
stick around for a while.

A sing of
super ace
amazing beyond measure;
little fantastic you
with all the drops of treasure.

I can still hear your loud sleeping noise through the door,
if I was being abrupt
I'd say it's a snore.
But it isn't that obtrusive to me,
it's part of your calling card
as far as I can see;
a breathless wonder
found easy
in the dark,
always hooting every gurgle;
my love,
my brightest spark.

You can
sit still in all those
typhoons
and
hurricanes,
never changed,
always the same;
thoughtful,
unrushed,
at the helm of wonder.

In mild air
seething green recedes
at a trot
not gallop,
some splendor left
but scarcer and sought.
Fortified in fought,
still strong for days
unchanged.
Until giving way
is the way.

A pirouette on ground;
your twirling turns the sun around.

Crept cruelly in and begin
winter wails,
cold migrations
on tattered sails,
no colours
or nature's fireworks,
no fire works
to warm or rouse,
shout for drought and arid house,
far from fear
and tear.

You marked fleet
with the casting
of summer,
wild tracks
that ran on their own;
adding drops
to
patter in now,
as giving rush
the cool wait of clarity.

Your sleepy times rest
on my sofa
as I want to wake you
for another ace chat
but your snooze set form
suggests that is that.
Have a good Land Of Nod and in your tranquil most chill;
sweet steady self for more of your brill.

An old tree
once adored in majestic decoration
watches
a cat get fat
from a wet garden.
It feeds at different houses
but no longer a home,
shying from strokes,
used to the cold
and
forgetting love.
Barer branches see
a sudden migration
in winter years
leave a street emptier;'
no more advice on hanging washing,
papers passed on or prescriptions dropped off.
Time and season
lost.

A letter
warning of a imminent  
house inspection
makes me sad.
Not because
there is much to do,
just a slight sprucing
up of nooks
and a polish of taps.
It’s because the last time I sought to make everything gleam
you were coming to visit
and the wish for pristine
wasn’t to pass a test;
every second of dusting brought you closer,
scrubbing ticking down to you;
the mundane becoming magnificent.
There was sparkle everywhere
when you arrived.

In this place you purr,
unperturbed and content,
pens plentiful,
not restrained or contained
but still,
and you,
with view.

Yeahhhh...

I check my excitement
that little bit more
as the bus
gets closer
to you.
What was easily quelled drops of reaching ten hours ago have grown with revolution
of wheels;
increasing wooshes of joyful anticipation
held off
for now.
But benign subjugation won't last for long because I'll see you
and you'll sing our song.

In the breath
of a
sprawling
metropolis
your tiny moves make
sacred populus.

Once
every beach
had our name on,
a potential place to walk
and be us
for special hours.
Slowly a tide covered those days
and no more shore for sure foot to stand,
steps gone under sea covered land;
no more roaming nowhere hand in hand,
no more roaming nowhere hand in hand,
no more roaming nowhere hand in hand,
no more roaming nowhere hand in hand,
unmoored,
a sun not ours anymore,
a sun not ours anymore,
a sun not ours anymore.

Some people have kindness in everything they do,
a helping hand that listens well
then reacts with easy care,
spreading love
everywhere.
They never cease to offer a warm hug
and try to make things better with their wondrous galloping strive,
distances reduced in seconds;
some people have sunshine in all they do,
some people Mum,
just like you.

Subdue frantic hurry,
stop reaching for a morning in waiting,
no manic slurry,
just dew, in a morning
not waiting.

We said a big farewell to you
on a sunny day,

it was sad but perfect
in nearly every single way,

inevitably the only thing  missing under the clear sky of blue

was the world you held

in all of amazing you.

Many moons away there was a lovely town,
where the people were happy and knew no frowns,
where the lambs gambolled in the fields free and safe from the dining table
and everybody was always recused at the end of every fireside fable,
the dawn was always singing and the days with joy were packed,
no one needed anything, there was nothing that they lacked,
yes all the folk loved the town, “it’s the best!” they would say,
that is until one dark fateful June day.
A monster appeared at the gates of the town one morn
and remarked calmly…”parents you will give up to me all of your first born,
and if you fail to comply with my demands
I’ll take all your children and raze to the floor all your lands!”
As a demonstration of his monstrous strength
he decimated the animals in the village and removed one tenth.
The monster then said, “you have 3 days to sate my wishes
otherwise all your children will be my dishes!”
Understandably the town was in a uproar of fears
and all you could hear was weeping and tons of floods of tears.
The town’s war council met and discussed what to they should do
and soon decided that their chances of defeating the beast were too few,
they realised that their best recourse was to contact a neighbouring village
as they knew of a hero there who could perhaps stop this awful pillage,
so they sent an envoy to implore the hero to come and vanquish the monster to the Hell he came from,
the name of this heroic guy well it was Simon!
Simon was a handsome chap who had saved many places from strife
and all the people around trusted this great guy with their life,
for sweet Simon was altruistic, charming, charismatic and kind
and when others needed a hero he was the first one on their mind,
and of course when the town asked him to help and slay the terrible beast
he immediately packed up his sword and arrows and headed to the creature’s lair in The East.
Simon had a fair walk before he could find and take on this awful malaise
and filled his time on the jaunt steeling himself and perfecting his warrior’s gaze,
his journey was uneventful and Simon found he had plenty of time for a think and  a mull,
that was until sauntering just in front of him he spied someone beautiful;
just on the path yonder he could see a women with stupendous colour in her hair
and she moved with gorgeous splendour through the air,
Simon shouted, “excuse me, hi, how’s it going?
you have an aura of magnificence and you I wish to be knowing!”
The hot woman replied, “hello, my name’s Hazel, thank you for your nice say,
perhaps you could walk with me if you’re going my way!”
Simon returned with, “yeah that would be grand but the way I’m going is gonna be fraught with danger
as I’m about to take on a monster that wants to take children from their mangers!”
Hazel said, “oh that’s where I’m headed too, I’m a witch don’t you know,
and with my magick power I’m going to make this monster wish his face he did not show!”
Simon riposted with, “wow it’s awesome that we are both singing from the same hymn sheet
maybe we should join forces to ensure this monster is truly knocked off his feet!”
Hazel said, “yep that sounds ace to me!”
and off they both did go feeling full of glee!
And as Simon and Hazel talked there was more then just hero talk that did abound
they both felt a surge of lust that swirled all around,
so within one hour of meeting they were ******* in a field,
to the pleasures of each other’s flesh they did easily yield,
there was a strong connection that leaped through bodies
and they both knew right then they would have to make knowing each other one of their hobbies!
Due to their powerful union the monster was easily gone,
Simon and Hazels joint strength got rid of the beast with aplomb,
after the simple fight they felt a wonderful bliss
and sealed their fantastic win with a passionate kiss.
They arrived back at the town and told the folk their worries were over
and that everyone could play without scare  in meadows of four leaf clover,
the town’s people said “thank you, from now on June the 7th will be know as Hazel and Simon day!”
S and H hand in hand replied, “that’s funny that’s just what we were about to say!”

Without you paid employment would last forever,
eagles wouldn't have feathers,
every letter full of commiserations,
without you.
Without you Usain Bolt wouldn't be as fast
and disappointments last
and not fade
in time,
no hope in mind,
without you.
Without you every fox would be hunted,
and expressions of love blunted
by fear,
no one to lend a friendly ear,
without you.
Without you soars would be stilted by trepidation,
spread wings unaware of elation,
without you.
But, for now, as it is
you're here,
engendering cheers easy, when you smile.

If
things go
according to plan
you'll be packed up
when this is gone,
in a box
that knows
you lighted
brightly

I’ll wager,
if not for thee, I might not have set foot in Alsager,
it could have become another stop I passed through on the train,
in summer sun, or winter rain,
I’d have perhaps thought
“oh this seems a sweet area to reside”
and then forgot all about it and enjoyed the rest of the rail ride,
just a picturesque town of travelled through myth
like Newton Dale Halt or Chapel-en-le-Frith.
I may never have known the names of it’s streets
or what it’s parks are called or where’s a cool place to meet,
never found out where’s a good bang for buck eatery to dine
or which shop has the best deals on two bottles of wine,
never known what it’s like to approach one of it’s doors
and in my tummy feel wings and a soar.
As it is Alsager’s now up there with my most favourite station
I step on to it’s platform with gleeful anticipation,
knowing in 15 mins we’ll be beginning our start,
thank you for Haze for putting this place in my heart.

If I had the choice
would I run with excitement
when I see your name
pop up
or would I decide to be unmoved
by a jolt of you
and sit,
statically,
while another
somewhere else
involuntary leaps,
at an arrangement of letters.

I've been to lots of fun places on the train,
to great holidays
without any rain,
to joyous weddings where the skies were clear,
to Superbowl nights with plenty of beer;
spending yesterday round yours I can now put on that list,
as we chatted
and laughed
and drank
and kissed.

This minute with you
is nothing,
an hour nothing,
a day nothing;
everything nothing,
chasing a feeling that's ducked down an alley,
the sound of nothingness,
the mute at the rally.

A hurricane
stopping slowly,
the torrent dispersed
to be other air;
us as we were
before a hint of together.

In another life
your farewell
was a dusk that born mourning,
the clatter of closing curtains
rung in the sorrow
of a sunless tomorrow.
Now there are no wailers
impaling the dawn,
but the sound of
pinned butterfly flight,
beating the silence of half-light.

Aww you,
close as air
but far as the moon;
near today
then away too soon.

Your clarion call
ties silence
in knots,
filling far flung fields full
of forget me nots.

Finishing work on a Tuesday
often has it's charms,
nearer to the middle and away from Monday's harm,
the roughest hungover part of the week been and gone,
confronted and finished with the verve of aplomb.
As well as those little celebrations this Tuesday was better,
it had you in it.
You got off the train and moved towards me, a equal to all the sun,
making the day
splendid
and fantastically won.

The last of the wine
goes down fine
as you start slumber in the room above;
the end of vino
raised to your love.

No armour made me feel strong,
until you
came along
and infused every
***** with staunch
and bold
and sun.

Heroics, is it?
Cloak out, feeling supreme,
air billowing serene
and
beaming a dream
of you.

You would have loved these songs,
your hair stand on end sing alongs,
born in every breath
you never met.
Still everything makes time for you,
that widest sky,
that soaring blue.

Auntie Viv,
vividly
you’ll always be.

Rather than write
a Christmas card to you
I wrote this for you.
And that's not because
you're not
on my Christmas card list,
you are (lucky you)
but instead
I wrote you this.
There are folk on ma Christmas card list,
my Ma is on ma list,
cos whenever I'm home
Ma makes me feel like I'm missed.
And friends who see me through fog
when I'm caught in the mist.
And a card for Father
who explained the wow in tryst.
Other friends get a card on the list
for their music and bliss,
I suppose causing bliss gets on the list.
And as you've caused bliss
you're on the list,
for;
the joyful daze in days,
you sometimes made Sundays sun days,
with talk of ace
and gave
a slight gaze
at
synchronistic blue,
top you.
This is not write in Christmas card,
it's writing for you.
Merry merry Christmas
merry Christmas
to you! ***

A transient stay rescinds
fall by fall,
as it always would;
dropped what once caught
the full of the sun.

Our precision,
the click
of cogs,
knowing what is
and knowing what was;
I recks in the multiverse
from beginning to end
there would not be a chapter when I was not your friend.

Galloping joyfully the stampede of you
to tremendously splendid rendezvous.

In this happy haze you can appear
and make me smile involuntary;
ferrying me to ace,
the thought of your face.

Every step of you is heavy
but
not heard ;
loud silence herd.
Imprinting delicately,
you're a delicacy.
I stop and hear only me moving ;
compelled by you.

Talking of you
brings you closer;
each increment of speech,
a bounding leap,
to that perfect smile.

You're not as essential as oxygen
or sleep.
I could still walk without you.
But,
without you,
who'd put the spring in my step,
the jig in my day,
the sun in a ray
or
the see in my say.