fizzion chips
cambridge on a sunny morn a professor deep in thought a quasi quantum quandary his mind now overwrought now the kernel of dilemma the cause of his unease? with fish and chips for dinner.. should I go with mushy peas? symbiotic clarity co
Love and the night
Not me, ChatGPT again filling in a quiet period of poetry, where are our poets, all enjoying summer in the north no doubt
ordinary love
I see you everyday its not important you see me I'm the the man who moors his boat near your house upon the quay your son is older than me learning issues, t'would appear he follows you like gravity like a worry follows fear you never app
the pub on poet's corner
I was mending a hull 'neath the crying gull when the call came down the line my dad had gone his time had come and a world of hurt was mine left my girl to anger swirl told her "needed space" but I was dust not even lust could the
Angel
well heaven knows and heaven lies I'm travelling down this road under.. stationary skies the distances are vast I can see no end its easy just to dream it's easy to pretend if my truck was an angel if my truck had wings I'd fly pas
surf
I'd rather go home and live up a tree than to be dry forever and forget the 'ol sea and I'd rather go hungry than eat on the street than miss every wave and places they meet I'd rather live in a hole and stare at the stars than live in
the air did move in silent sing
the air did move in silent sing as linnets sung on warble wing and truth did shine upon it's clock as two moored souls depart the dock time bent around the sides of trees as grass made love to naked knees and dappled light found darkened shad
Poets, who
I walked into a world of diversity, easy to see, do you agree?, is it you or is it me? You don't like what I write?, should I stop? or ignite a new way to be? to read without criticism, can you see? This place is for words that are heartfelt and
the undressed oak
he sat on the old deck chair and thought about her about how she tied a strand of blonde behind her ear when she was anxious how the sun made plans between the gaps of her fingers how her breath tasted how her beauty made her invisible
guitar
I spent monday just walking through town searchin' for magical timbers of brown I watched tuesday morning arrive like a swan calm at the surface when calmness has gone I spent most of wednesday walking the deck from the truest of bra
the cowboy and the mermaid
there's a golden sun on a spinning wheel there's a yellow fleck in a pan full of steel there's the fire I spat and the breath I once drew there's work that I'm doing and the work that I do there's a girl, half fish singing songs abo
(I Guess) She Doesn't Love Me Any More....
Another written as a song... Old country style... Was written for the ONE who I found and lost.
Spirited and Free
I wrote this for a wild but a lovely lady. I find it natural that being wild is a part of who we are.
the swan at port
I see you every day it's not important you see me I'm the man who moors his boat near your house beside the quay your son is older than me learning issues t'would appear he follows you like gravity like a worry follows fear you never app
wrapped hands
all I was given was strength a dull and blunted tool I stare out at beauty with the clarity of a fool all I was given was ferocity a rulebook without rules a limited life vocabulary an outdated set of tools all you were given was beauty
Sage of Rage
It'll do. Happy birthday, Mama... Still polishing what you started.
Since I don't have you...
Following the unexpected removal of my gallbladder.
LONELY
"Lonely"is a word I can't explain 'though I searched its meaning in my brain, I know the feeling - I know the pain But the actual meaning I can't obtain. I know the symptoms very well, I know the day when I befell The gnawing cravings which
My Life As Two Dogs
Last summer, while out with my Dogs, I watched them play in the bog. It was such an entertaining sight to see them frolicking among the heather and wild flora, without a care in the world. So this "song" came to me like a bolt from the blue! I ran home as fast as I could. Well you don't allways have a pen and paper handy.....Do You?
Showing in Cinemas for a limited period!
There’s no script for life! but it seems to me it seems to be, Lights, camera action all of the time, The director is YOU, it makes no sense, no reason Or no rhyme , to fall in line all of the time. We are not actors in a stage play, we are crea
Those
When you view this world through a speckled lens, there's those that resist, there's those that have missed, those with a bucket list, those that live in fear, those who refuse to hear, there's those that know, those that grow, and those that will ne
the girl in the poster
they said misfortune stalked you.. they said that life was hard in the genetic school of poker you were dealt the hardest card a rogue gene: you misshapen henceforth they would detect but all I see is beauty in the poster I inspect it w
Final exam!
If you divide the good by the bad do you get the mad? The sad? If you multiply you and me what would you see? A host of energy? If you subtract negativity, then add positivity and all that could be, Then you know you have passed!
the song of evening
I was never taught how music's sold and bought all I know is every girl I ever knew had lyrics.. but never you girl you are a celtic air a blend of strings when no-one's there no need for lines nor lyrics wrote a warmth
Ask!
When you ask who am I, I shall say, go away, I know you, and you know me, so, remember Your part, go away, and take it to heart, And if you come back, look into my eyes, And see, that I will know your lies.
snow snow
snow snow from above covering the land with snow,frosty winds with the wind chill factor ,most of uk is coverd in snow biting winds fros
tell me thelma..
lonely planet ....
ragnarok
"father's fly me strength of two all wars are old yet I am new" the trees will bud bodies without any eyes as the calm before battle sleeps in the skies its beyond my arm what faces us friend but into the maelstrom we soon will descend t
the sea
be it in the tumble aft the winch or out the bow in winter's pinch my heart oft seeks the raven tide in floating cabin I reside bearded, wild quick tempered be my natural place is on the sea my northern star her memory the anch
''''LOVE'''
She likes me but I just love her Alas my heart repeats it too often I do not know how to stop this pain I do not know how to live this fear. I love him so much and with a little banal love I love it so much that it hurts me too much How can I f
Our House
I wrote this poem shortly after my wife of 16 years passed away.
tales of the everyday
For John Prine
iron bars
I came from the sea I came from the sea is that woman still there does she still wait on me? I toiled on the sea I toiled on the sea until I took a man's life who tried to take mine from me I fled the sea I fled the sea and hid inside t
For my Friend!
I have a friend, dear to me, her heart is gold, her spirit free, Her trust is lost, in this poetry, To lay her heart on the line, in words and verse, no more, not Fine, Don’t leave this place my dear friend, don’t let it be, don’t let It end,
tracks
I sit transfixed as thought it flies to see warmth twice inside her eyes a carraige full of moving breath some bound for life some bound for death the train arrives and brakes do bite and all else there is prop and light a flicker of wind...
art supplies
the day was sketched time added air with roughened strokes in spaces the sea inhaled sands grew around memories bivouacked a swept stroke emblazoned on a hidden horizon counterbalanced by the edges mushroom umbrellas bl
instinct
I could've had religion but I loved God too much I could've fought for a living in boxing rings and such but I guess we are who we are and we can't outrun ourselves and the traits that make us rounded are often stored in others shelves I
the rebuild
she was crying in the sea unloved and worn she spoke to me her heart and boards were long ripped out her diesel engine left in doubt yet I heard her heard her true in her estuary of blue I spent a fortune on her hull I slept ben
her own way
she was tough (as they come) in a coat of pain she was harder than diamonds left out in the rain and she smiled qualified at how life slipped away and she wallowed in strength tíl her final day no one knew her her fame was
Evermore
Our favourite season, or it was... just not the same, since my husband passed.. God, I miss him!
The waiting
just playing around
girl on a train
I sit transfixed as thought it flies to see warmth twice inside her eyes some bound for town some bound for death a carraige full of moving breath a look of hue intercepting night and all else there is prop and light mechanics as