My ABC Set Number One

Cherry

A Red Cherry

Snot a Metaphor! Cor Lummy!

Kitchen Alphabet!

Complete nod to Hudson Moon!!

Hampstead Dawn

I watched dawn rise over Hampstead there were drip bags gently swaying from the force of the electric fan. Molly was still groaning: "God fathers, God help us!"

The Time To Dive

There is a beauty on this path and light I watch for signs of growth a sign of love the time to dive is when the water's high the time to swim is when you're strong enough.

Tabitha

Tabitha lies languid in the rocking chair oblivious to the mayhem of human life. She purrs out dreams to the sun-bleached air and the occasional twitch denotes pussy strife.

St Pancras Station

Written a long time ago...

I'm Standing On The Moon

Poem about Night Dreaming

Yesterday I Bled

Long Time Love

This Side of the Barricades

I have lost any desire to peer over; It’s over. Compassion, a desire to understand; Not when insanity makes dialogue between us impossible. I no...

That Feline Reality

I could look into your face, Unseen of course, For absolutely ages. Your ability to utterly relax, Makes me long to stretch out And join you. Except...
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Carry On Up the Amazon

My trip up the Amazon River was taken many years ago whilst in my early 20’s. At the time I was working as Lord Smythe’s official taster. He was...
Cherry

Carry on up Everest

I was 55 when I first climbed Mount Everest, subsequently, the following 2 times I’ve climbed it, I feel isn’t worth sharing as I had used oxygen. 6...

Going Nowhere

I have a talent for procrastination, I might write a Hand Book. Yesterday started with the promise of good things, well done; Turned into snippets-...

Ludwig W/A Sketch

You’re striding around my garden, Arms flailing like a Dementor as you shout to a wordless sky. And then the lengthy silences, As you cogitate,...

Kreutzer Sonata

The Violin cuts through with blood and fire And underneath the Keys provide the skin Each hammer fall combined provides the choir That sublimates the...

`It's Not The Way I Remember It`

Then, It was cold, early evening Dark, being Winter Our breaths streamed white vapour trails That faded with our words. You weren’t unhappy And we...

When I Catch Myself Worrying

When I catch myself worrying That now there is nothing good; And everything is shallow Nasty and cheap; I lift my eyes Up to the unseen mountains To...

The Subtle Knife

Then this spider and this fly The web, the net of intrigue That binds. The facts are naked, pure Justice is you, here, now, But behind your eyes The...

Culture Wars - Assorted Musings

I’m officially Mr. Angry most of the time when it comes to Politics, Society etc. at the moment; at the moment being the last few years. As a man of...

Frinton on Sea

We’re at war Me and next door Bungalows at dawn 250 yards from Frinton’s sea shore. He lines up his Gnomes, grievously Facing me lawn The Bastard’s...

Cold Harbours for Refugees

This is no small thing, To hold the shaking cup, while others pour the tea; And the eyes are everywhere, except on yours. And there is no point...

Hampstead Poet

“These mood swings will be the death of me!” Said the old poet to no one in particular. His white hands shook, as he slurped his tea, stiff kneeling...

Whose Line is it Anyway?

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Prufrock is ironing his trousers, while a carrier is steaming off into the distance, with a cargo of dead horses lying hopeless on its deck. Lollocks...

A Tender Distraction

I'm melting. She caught me by the eyes crinkled me up like brown paper I'm all wrinkled stuff. That smile undoes everything that was tied up tight...

I've Wandered Too Far From The Touchstone

I’ve wandered too far from the Touchstone; And this emptiness has led me to dig my own wells, Again, Wells that won’t hold water. You’re the constant...

Incident in Judea

A whipped up sand-storm in the Judean desert, single file, faces covered up; determined to reach the village before nightfall. Someone is calling out...

I Maybe Only Twelve

I maybe only twelve but I think I’ve earned my crust I’ve never killed a rabbit or let my cycle rust I stand behind the tallest boys so that my face...

Silly Mid-Off

Grass stains on Whites Red ball stains on your crotch Stitches still livid on the left side of your forehead And a toothless smile causing your one...

The Fez (A Mystery)

A large man wearing a Safari suit In the lobby of the Savoy Reading `The Telegraph` and sitting in one of the high backed cane chairs He’s European...

Blackbeard's Nephew

Blackbeard’s nephew Colin Finch Had never set sail aboard a ship, Had never felt the salt sea wind in his hair But lived in Luton with his girl...

Shadows and Silence

Cloistered but not too firmly She haunts Saint Bernadette’s A knee calloused petitioner Fervently hidden amongst the folds of her three times too...

Wont You Just Come?

Leaning into the ache...again

Always `You`

When you're quiet enough, still enough...

Light Source

If it's still real...

The Dance That Spins

Never reaching home...

The Coming Battle

An English Fantasy

Hi Coo!

Haiku