the lawyer and the fisherman
lawyer I met on account of a bet which was owed yet un-honoured to me I took her for chips in a forest of ships she chose a symphony now a concert hall let me hasten to tell was just about my perception of hell then qui
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
"another"
a town called Another a town like the others where people dug coal mines drank with their brothers I met her in winter when cold slept in slumber behind the mountains out of the rains a world of rough labour the hardest endeavour
silent highway
I see missed steps along the silent highway.. forgotten by the sound of endless cars.. how can a soul of your enduring conscience.. compete with all them souls that have no scars? silence is bitter when its raining.. you feel too much to set a de
Leslie Ann
well you walk with a swagger that's unearned but it always fits you well and you speak in a way the warms the places where them wildflowers dwell a lady of undetermined age I'd guess at forty-five or more and each day comes as tide a
that girl
I met me a girl called Deja Vu her folks seemed to know me and her dog did too she told me my future as we lied in bed she seemed to know the architect inside my head dirty blonde curls and big eyes blue and a voice that told ya t
"triangle"
spiraling debauchery the pit in which I fell tis fiendishly amoral the tale of which I'll tell I dreamt of tax accountancy but my parents had a goal to live their dreams vicariously by dint of rock and roll I played the aul triangle
the bookstore
tommy was the skipper on the tugboat 'whiskey smoke`.. he lived for his two husky dogs and loved his rum and coke.. twenty one and crazy.. I was rougher than the quay.. tommy was like a father.. who saved myself from me.. tommy told a story..
the girl in the wave
on a spring time morn was wonder born a strange fluke cut the sky from eddied hair a magic stare told me that truth can't lie a girl who smiled from a face so wild my breath did leave my mind I somehow knew that girl was you a
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
Sirens Song and Odysseus - take two
may the fizz be with you
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.
Truly
There are foolish words, attitudes without value, irreproachable needs, guilt that does not need an owner, unnecessary cries that evoke the most intrinsic secrets that the past washed, days that do not require the rotation of the earth, thoughts that
Unmatched
Today I do not find an adequate start to dedicate some lines that make you blush, I seek in my conscience pieces of your personality that bring my muse back to inspiration, you are the daily work of my thoughts, that is the reason why I am full of yo
POWER OF GOD
Humanbeings are ALTERNATIVE NATURE...one who is not alternative can manifest anything N everything in reality, Thats the POWER of EIGHT..POWER of GOD, The powerfull one keeps a BIG-SHOULDER !!!
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.
Symphony of Tears
A txt I wrote in 1989 and wrote the arrangement also, I remastered it in november 2017 to a rock / pop ballad I did a complete new vocal on it, little rocky sound. I am the original and single composer and author of the text of this song. Respect copyright as written so I put my own name on it to not violate the rules. The admin can allways ask for more details and mail me if I have to change something. I am a songwriter/composer and multi instrumentalist in my free time.
For My Future Lover
Roses are red violets are blue sugar is sweet and so are you!!
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