on strawberry hill
For Vanessa
iron bars
I came from the sea.. I came from the sea.. is that woman still there.. does she still wait on me..? I took a life.. I took a life.. as a life tried to take mine from me.. so I left my ship and hid inside the bark of a lonesome tree.. until hunge
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
cautionary tale
to a five penny piece I shrunk to the size as life made me hard in the head and the eyes so press ganged was I on a leathery ship that lived in a pocket on the side of her hip and life wasn't easy and life wasn't hard it was tough
wandering anger
I met her in the winter.. in a bar upon the hill.. when the dark was carved from starlight.. and the moon had paid the bill I came in from the wilderness.. from the howling wind and rain.. I was weary from my journeys.. around other people's pain
the "Raven"
the 'Raven' is a diner that lapps the sea foreshore it haunts my mangled memory as it raps upon my door apple tart and finest cheesecake when I can't eat no more yet alas quoth the raven : ordermore! broad bearded, prone to rages I ha
on a train to Cornwall
I sit transfixed as thought it flies to see warmth twice inside her eyes reflected in the glassy pane two pupils flower past disdain a look of summer dressed in light a thirst beyond the drink of sight some lust for life and
Dante: nature is the art of God
(or the unwitting brilliance of someone who didn't know it) you never walked.. 'twas more the curve of the earth.. found a mooring.. in the shape of your foot you never sang..' twas more a distillation of vibrated yearning.. and what emerged..
ballad of a backwards playing jukebox
I'm going down to the record station.. I'm gonna buy me a backwards jukebox.. I'm going to play all my favourite songs wearing nothing.. but my hat and my socks and listen to Blaze.. as he sings every song.. ending to start.. and ill get all my s
notes on a woman
you know the summer's fading.. and the night is getting cold.. there's an east wind in the harbour.. and lord knows I'm getting old.. and my work it takes me everywhere.. and nowhere fast and slow.. it takes a man to plough an acre.. it takes a w
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
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
courage
when the clinker fails in the boards of your heart when the gunnells dip and you lose your chart when you sail alone through the seas of steel when your sails are drowned by a broken keel when the wind dies and your spirit's corrup
Leap to Freedom (The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog)
At yelping speed she travelled across an emerald lawn, pursued by gnarling nightmares as the darkness nipped the dawn. Her ears, amber triangles, bush glittering crystal dew, body sleek with rivulets, glowed red with exhaustion's hue. Her
uptown girl
you and me in a little car shop buying dreams with the money we got but dreams are free at the break of dawn one by one we let them go ninety nine cents ain't a dollar your daddy's rich and I'm blue collar floating down the high
Risotto
I wasn’t sure if I should post this in poetry or recipes. In the end I decided against recipes just in case anyone should be foolish enough to try and use it as one.
A Christmas Sparrow
Writing on the many happy little birds strolling through the park one winter day at Christmas.
Water Without Judgement
The title ‘Water Without Judgement’ popped into my head and it stuck. Huh? What could that mean? Wrote this about 30 years ago and I still wonder. Think I was reading Will Durant’s ‘Story of Philosophy’ at the time. So this book and other works of different philosophers brought my writing of poetry often to take on a philosophical bent.
Totally in love
It's about unconditional love showing it by your actions
The show must go on
Come to me all you insulting people. Come and unleash your vitriol I must possess something that fires up your hate And my presence hypes up your excitement You'll never find anything good on my posts Nor can you see anything beneficial i
Chloe’s Sighting
Our dog is always on guard
Ode To Noah
My first poem. I was 13yrs old. I hadn't had a Christian experience yet, but our Mother taught us Bible stories. One night she told the story of Noah and the Ark. That night in my bedroom I was thinking about the story and the words came to me out of nowhere. I grabbed a pencil and started copying the words down as fast as I possibly could! And I've never forgotten them.
What is old?
I wrote this a few years ago
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.
World OF Dreams
The lyrics on my new song to be heard on broadcast yourself...enjoy I am not a good singer...but someone has to do it.
Beauty !
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes that she wears, nor in her face or in the way of combing her hair. The beauty of a woman lies in her eyes. It is the gateway to His heart, the place where love resides. And it is often through her tears tha
where is the love ? i don't know....
Stronger and stronger with time, I let myself dream, This beautiful fairy tale ... Every second with you is magic, I live a beautiful story, It's a dream that has just come true, And I do not intend to wake up ... I'm happy when
love...
Love Is A Candle Friendship Is A Star A candle can go out, So... That a star ... always shine
Quote !
The poem is a drop of water, he gives the desert the idea of the flower.
''''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
Finding MR RIGHT
Just saying out loud
The Countenance of Character
Just reflecting on faces and the amazing but deep stories that they tell.A kind of romantic description of abstract qualities..
the ballad of Elijah James (as told by her)
mister given that the gulls don't reconcile my running and my fate I'd like your awful less a smile and rain to last till late I'm here in walls and towers wish to tell you plain the beast he smart devours though my heart only is sane here w
The Starlight Ride
Read a book and it seems to be true............. How sad, the way Indians are treated. Hell. any Humans, Abuse...
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
Our House
I wrote this poem shortly after my wife of 16 years passed away.
Gold...
I got this woman, she bleeds love, As warm as possible, This woman love's me, True as content, She's my best friend and lover, I build my life in her skin, Cross every barrier, Close each monster, Drive through all my mistakes, she
Mum..
For all the things that you do for me, For being my rock and crutch, For always caring and believing, For loving me so much, Through all the mistakes and ups and downs, You've always been by my side, For showing me how to live and love,
Love Is
What is love if me !
collapsing
a good life, now a better life
Divine
For all the wonderful memories we will create together, For all the beauty that builds and dwells inside, We live to love and share our feelings for each other, To my amazing woman this goddess of mine, For all the minute's, hours and every season of