the orchid was rare,
and the buttercup sulked beside it.
A common wallflower
Cinderella on a stalk.

Then a child saw it
and picked the simple flower.
For a day it basked in her attention
Just one day.
It was enough.

The cat sat on the mat
The mat swallowed the cat
After all, it did not matter
for it was a theoretical cat
on an existential mat

The doll had been too well loved
and she was broken.
Children prefer teddies nowadays.
You can stick pins in them
and no-one notices.

the eagles flying
to hotel california
I drink pink champagne

the mirrored ceiling
reflects their lyrical flight
music in mountain

the doorman smiling
as you check out this dark night
you can never leave

At the close of the fair
waste paper scuttled
over the ground
Carousel horses poised
for one last merry gallop
and children searching
for dropped coins

The gypsy put away
her bright shawls
Her silver mirror
and crystal ball
Hope and hopelessness
Passion and loneliness
no longer touch her

She wandered the beach
searching for lost treasure
like a princess on a desert island
Gathered twists of driftwood
idly picking up spiralling shells
longing for first light
to slay the dragon of darkness

The hare meditated
under the obsidian sphere of night
Where ancient goddesses bright
looked through the gates of stars
He longed for the moon

To be freed from the tyranny of hunger
for a sun burning younger
and a planet washed with dew
Only the goddess knew
that he would die in a trap

the kitten was lost
a household with a warm heart
hopefully she sought

people have no time
for the lost and lonely ones
sadly she walked on

there was a woman
even lonelier than she
a happy ending

It may be the Apocalypse
Even so, I hope it is
the last Trump


“We shall all be changed, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump”
( Corinthians)

the limitless light
god’s creation beginning
cast the first shadow

The lonely star
shines diamond bright
a jewel with no setting
lost in the cloak of velvet sky
Then an Angel came
and bore him aloft
to set him in the diadem
of the King of Kings

the moon is a boat
she carries angels and dreams
bringing them to you

then my eyes opened
the sun  was a joyful blaze
set my world on fire

The owl is a breath
of subtle midnight air
A dream, a whisper,
dark phantom of the evening

His shadow is menacing
His cry a death song
A fairy in her moonlit garden
hides from his fierce gaze

Her children are concealed under flowers
She hopes that they live to see the dawn
A sudden swoop,
the snap of fairy wings
Innocence lost
outside of Eden

Men are best at silence
at the wrong times
Women go for counselling
when it’s better to go to the pub

People who don’t believe in Chaos Theory
haven’t seen my sock drawer

there you are my friend
you are always by my side
constant as the earth

I came from the sea
To the sea I return
The cool of the ocean
The tide on the turn

My life is the ocean
The depths and the storms
The flotsam and jetsam
The widow that mourns

Eternal the ocean
The salt and the sand
Her wondrous creations
can’t be found
on dry land

On the first day of Christmas
my true love gave to me
a broken heart and an apology

On the second day of Christmas
my true love gave to me
a stumbling explanation
a broken heart and an apology

On the third day of Christmas
I escaped to Lanzarotte
to avoid my erstwhile lover
with a broken heart and an apology

Tides of our lives
turn continuosly.
The sorrow, the ecstasy,
It’s all the same to the sea.

The white rose grew from the moons rays
She understood the worlds sorrow
for she was born in shadow
She wept, for a lover picked her
for his beloved
and did not wipe away
the tears he called dew

I am the wind
The merest breath
on the baby’s cheek
as she sleeps
her evening sleep

I am
the bracing wind
that reddens cheeks
and teases skittish cats

I am the gust
that startles birds
to quarrel
in their trees

I am the gale
that wrecks the ship
The hurricane that
shatters worlds

Marilyn Manson said
there has got to be a better
hangover cure than *******
Try watching replays
of Donald Trump’s speeches.
That’ll shock you out of it.

Elephantine, obsequious, fruitful

tiny miracle
hummingbird hatched in flower
shelter from rainfall

Just thought I’d share
the results of my brain fall quiz
What is your male stripper name?
Since I am neither male nor a stripper
it made perfect sense to do it
I’d like to introduce myself
as Milo Steel

She walked out today
from the trailer park for the last time.
She cut the final thread
and walks towards a perfect, seamless life.
Beautiful and poor
a dangerous combination.

Seventeen, a lollipop
to be unwrapped and slowly eaten
by those who do not see
in violet eyes
the hidden spark of God.

I’m sweeping up the yard
after the Autumn storm,
paper and cans blown in.
A weary task.

Suddenly my daughter runs up to me
holding out a shining bluejays feather.
I see trash, but she finds treasure.

pattering raindrops
robin hiding under bush
little world drowning

then bright sun shining
robin a smile in the sky
rainbows are laughing

find a *** of gold
in these ordinary things
appreciating

twenty twenty five
a chance to repeat mistakes
I can’t wait to start

Two new roses
growing next to each other,
silky petals just touching
Their delicate stamens
the sighing breeze
sets up a rhythm of caress

A honeybee brushes between them
understanding the ways of young flowers
His probiscus delicately probes
until it releases a flow of nectar
They comply
reluctantly opening

As a heady perfume
is released into the air,
the honeybee replete
weaves his way back to the hive
He hums with intoxicated
honeyed repletion

Slave girl unchained yesterday
sings an unchained melody
Freedom tastes so honey sweet
Dancers rock the drumming beat

She is breathing freedoms air
Free from shackles
Free from fear
Far above her,flying free,
leaves whirl in Autumns ecstacy

unforgettable
aquamarine eyes shining
like creations dawn

solitude resounds
an echo of silence.
An unstruck chord
in this void.
The empty page
I cannot fill.
For you won’t speak to me,
and never will.

born year sixty four
take time for yourself each day
it goes so quickly

Wasted again
Oz terrifies in the land
of small men

White or brown
they sell you back your life
in ***** dreams

Damaged queens
worn out brasses
junked up punks

Your veins won’t  take bliss
anymore
all smiles in rehab
at their used furniture store

Far from Poppy
Far from Lucy
and her wiles
Until the next fall

silicone valleys
sapphire nights
golden years
iron bites
stone erodes
lost in streams
but water flows
like hopes and dreams

What does Santa do
for the rest of the year?
The reindeer unexercised
eating their heads off
in their stables.
Unoccupied elves
up to mischief
with unemployed fairies.
And the tax forms
you would not believe.

when all the stars fall
and the sun begins to cool
I guess that’s it then

In the silver rain splashed streets
walked a wingless angel
She gave up her wings
to search for a young girl
stolen away
She saw the girl reflected in the water
But by then it was
far too late to rescue her

You called me your princess last Summer
I’m dying in the ice of your gaze
Your Winter Queen

A fallen woman
A jewel upon the
somber earth
Glows like a
beacon in darkness
Illuminates the truth
That all things change
They rise,then fade
This small leaf
is the proof
I bend down
I pick you up
I’ll hold you
to my heart
This tender leaf
is Autumns gold
and Winters loving heart

The Autumn is Winters herald
Her banners red and gold
The Autumn is a dancer
With secrets deep,untold
The Autumn is a dreamer
Who dreams a golden world
The Autumn is a mourner
wrapped in mist and haze
The Autumn is a maiden
gilded with golden rays
The Autumn is a gatherer
of dreams and poems and news

When Autumn meets with Winter
the leaves will turn to dust
Into black earth they disappear
their golden fire lost

A gentle snow blankets the world
and diamonds frost the trees
She is a dream invisible
a whisper on the breeze

Summer heat within
Hot coals igniting
I see you touch
her hand
you know I’m watching
You want me to let go
For I am burning
For you are ice and bone
and Winter snow