Poems

Poems and Prose mostly old, as my muse left home.

Poetry is a state of mind, Generally it’s at its best when your mind is in a state.

I don’t have a style as such and never got my head around a Haiku. I’ve had a go at a sonnet, played around with language and form, and gone a bit Shakespearean in my time. If it feels good do it. No rules, no boundaries.

 

Sun and Moon

Sun and Moon

I sit between you, my sun and my moon A world basking in silence, in the warmth of your glow. Surveying my surroundings forever changed and still the same, while you occupy your universe, my dawn and my dusk. Two halves that made me whole moving within me and around...

Grass Roots

Grass Roots

The sky is cast in winter grey, the forum set on a lesser stadium. A sodden field for thwarted dreamers to become peacocks for the duration. Exhibiting colours in a pointless display, chasing a goal they will never achieve. Defying with gusto their beer bellied fate...

Free Wheelers

Free Wheelers

In the balmy summer of ‘67 every kid on Concrete Canyon with hammer, nails and imagination was on the look out of for wheels. No stone unturned for a bit of wood, clothes lines reduced by a likely foot to make a makeshift killing machine. A beast to beat the need for...

Why?

Why?

It crept in amongst us diseasing hope and sanity. Slowly taking you from us to place of dwindling clarity. For a while we laughed, found a hundred ways to ease unease. For a while it could have just been a game, the resounding echo of a lifelong tease. Then the echo...

Mills, Hills and Steam

Mills, Hills and Steam

  Industry born on a larger scale, once rose amid the rolling moors. Grand designs of brick and glass and skyward fingers of chimney stacks forged a landscape of mills and hills from the minds of men, never still . Dreams drawn out on a spinning mule, fuelled by...

What See You Love?

What See You Love?

What see you love when you look at me? What drives your heart to stay? I am flawed by life’s experience. More than I was, yet less than I could be, I have put up hard resistance ‘gainst the notion of true love and bitter fought for freedom for longer than I can say....

Standfast My Heart

Standfast My Heart

Stand fast my heart, you beat too fast and turn the world too quick beneath my feet. My body shudders with thoughts of sex, my mind exhaling thoughtless breath for things I do not have and more I long to feel. I cannot live my life this way. So stand fast my heart and...

Passion

Passion

With rising passions and loving embraces joined and parted to be joined again as winters blanket melts back to expose the burgeoning buds of spring, fond fingers follow meandering contours, dips and curves of softest form. Onward still to find warm moist niches where...

Monkey

Monkey

There once was a monkey who sat in a tree A very fine monkey I’m sure you’d agree With two hands, five fingers and prehensile tail he was every bit the monkey he expected to be. Spending long hours intently grooming his coat Occasionally given to laughing at monkey...

Live I Not

Live I Not

Live I not under the shadowed echoes of the past. Dark persistent memories of a long forgotten land with searching petulant fingers that would yet take hold my hand and punctuate each sentence with a sigh. Think I not on them, live I not for them. This battle hard...

Fountains of Finance

Fountains of Finance

They rise, appearing unexpectedly, edgeless columns of city glass. Cascades of still water flowing upward reflecting sunlight as I pass mesmerised by their beauty, by the industry that built them. Sea green on sky blue. Immovable fountains of finance, moved by the...