Using the loo overcome with unease
for the toilet roll’s empty if you please
so with pants round shoes
a waddle ensues
as he makes his way to the local Sainsburys.

.

The light he shines around him thrown
place him within his shadows zone.

He never sees the light he shines,
the good he brings to all mankind.

He’s held by all in high esteem,
a light by others freely seen.

.
Antipathy stirred
Indignation awakened
Emotions released

Turbulent impulse
Words of vengeance delivered
Revenge flows sweetly.

A shadowy room
Embers fade to a dull glow
Eyelids slowly close.

.


A thought that transports the mind,
captured before it’s forgotten.
That for me is poetry
in language sublimely defined.

.


The light he shines around him thrown
place him within his shadows zone.

He never sees the light he shines,
the good he brings to all mankind.

He’s held by all in high esteem,
a light by others freely seen.

.
We owe a duty and we ought
to stop and give a little thought
to those who will this Christmas be
devoid of friends and company.

So if there’s someone all alone
please get in touch by telephone.
I’m asking friends for drinks and eats
and I desperately need some extra seats

.

I may have been rather ambitious
when I asked for a dog for Christmas
and boy did I get shirty
when all I got was turkey.

.

I really feel ******
I’m a minimalist
And I’m feelin’ the stress
for the house looks a mess.

At my wife’s behest
the Christmas decs
are now in place
and I have to face
that there they’ll stay
tlll new years day
when down they’ll come – hip hip hooray!

But I still feel ******
I’m a minimalist
And I’m feelin’ the stress
for the house looks a mess.

.
In matters of ‘***’
why is it that some
think knickers are best
when  carefully pressed.

Just leave them crinkly;
or to put it quite simply:
in places not sunny
the  *** is not fussy.

.
She had a seductive pout
Which excited me - I admit it
I thought I might take her out
And just one bullet did it.

.
The young lad did feel glum
He’d stuffed a strawberry up his ***
And yet it came as quite a shock
When Mum sent him to see the Doc
‘Mmm’ said the Doc ‘you’ve been a prat
I’d best prescribe some cream for that’.

.

No longer lit by festal breath
the pollard willows sway and stretch
brushed gently by the sighing breeze
they melodize as church bells toll
I walk the lonely road.

.
Photography shows the truth
Art shows the soul.

On a board
carved
carved into slices.

My story
sliced
sliced into sound bites
my eulogy.

How grey the slippery pathways lie
on days like this when affluent rain
falls heavy on the thirsty land.

See how the  watery rays of  light
turned silver plated in the mist
reflect upon the heath topped hills
which dip their feet in shining seas
where  silk white stallions dance.

Listen to the  keening winds
as lanyards tap and squawking gulls
skim low across the paynes grey waves.

.
A forlorn place
where nettles bend
and in their court
still wet with rain
from crying clouds
its wrapping torn
the colours bleached
its petals bowed, translucent now
in shades of pastel grey.

.



A petticoat Government

of candyfloss pirates

waxing exultant

and careless in diction

with heavy brogue accent

its speaking displeases

assaulting the ear.

FULL CIRCLE



Grey smoke from chimneys
staining the brick work
of back to back houses
where washing hangs limply
on string over alleys.

Grubby faced children
skipping on cobbles
sitting on doorsteps
waiting for fathers
in pits down below.

Fathers emerging
black faced and weary
straight to the bath tub
as coals in the boilers
send grey smoke from chimneys.

Chasing squawking circling gulls
the swirling sparks in drifts of wind
sweep wide across the white drained sand
where isolated pools now lie
like blackened clothing idly cast
beneath the salted wood stained air.

With daylight draining from the west
the days veneer of footprints left
are  washed away by inward tide
in complex hours of twilight sky
as ashes slowly drift.

Upon the heart
contracted love
imprints a kiss
and gentle winds
play tender tunes
of love that’s sealed
by legal stamp.

.
I looked with joy this Friday morn
at seasons changes subtly drawn
as imprints left on **** rimed grass
began to fade and ice like glass
began to melt as sun broke through
on frosted webs and merging dew
with welcome sounds of seasons tread
the signs of spring began to spread.

A horrible fall.
Alone with both legs broken
I must run for help

A word to the wise
Advice is what I offer
But you are stupid

.
As notes of tearless silence played
he cast a net of flattery
and hearing fawning  words of love
that echoed from his courtly mouth,
unheeded by past lessons learnt,
she sanctified advances made.

Wrapped within his influences
opposing all iniquity,
his admonitions once expressed
by subjugation now rebuked
and rumours bruited cast aside
with conscious falsehoods entertained.

By impulse of a beating heart
her rising blush betrayed
the pulsing blood of innocence
that flowed to his desires.

A secret shelter by design

whose function is primarily

providing unseen sanctuary

discretely hiding all that’s there

elasticated underwear.

.
A place of calm tranquillity
where springtime flowers kiss the wind
and foliage sings in music tones
a wall, some paling, or a post
a safe support to bear the fruit
in gentle breeze and softening rain
in sylvan spring and summer sun
a place of calm tranquillity

.
Tracing freedoms path
In glorious liberty
Discoveries made.


Soapbox arbiter
preaching in empty spaces
a raised voice unheard.

.
Regional accents
At sea as they are on land
Listen to herrings.

.
Fully qualified
Renowned archaeologist
Career in ruins.

Compress the buttocks
Discrete pressure effected
Liberate the wind.

.
A plate of pink prawns

They are ready to consume

Are they born naked?



In drunken stupor

Slowly sinking to the ground

Cuddling a lamppost.

A new life promised
Feverish preparations
Dreams may soon be true.

Grim resolution
An impediment declared
Marriage disavowed.

Illumined by the embers glow
that glimmer still in darkest tracts
as hope falls damp on smouldering coal
where victims of the bowstring lie.

By natures impulses that wane.
and truth grains fail in barren lands
the pledges made are all transgressed
by solemn doctrines entertained.

All hope contained in crescent form
is tossed upon unquieted seas
which wash the shores of solitude
where blood falls cold on wave-wet stone.

These places not for novice eyes
No hope to consummate repose
No gold to glisten on the hand.

.
Night
start breaking
be  gone



Night
so dark
start breaking
fade away
be gone
be morning



So dark
fade away
be morning

.
I have long been fascinated
by incessant oscillation
which starts
in a vision
of the human condition.

Futilile decadence
seeks new synthesis.

Postmodern discourse
recylcling the culture
will transform soon
in a modern structure
with spatial forms testament
soon to be frozen
where all futures epitaphs
float by the dozen.

The art of complexity
eclipsed by simplicity.


Artistic skills are augmented
when perspective becomes instinctive.