Happy Birthday To A Lovely Lady I have an aunt who lives in Spain, in Nerja, where it rarely rains.… Read more June In Spain

Poems
Happy Birthday To A Lovely Lady I have an aunt who lives in Spain, in Nerja, where it rarely rains.… Read more June In Spain
There Is Rhyme And Reason In This Day not every day has poetry not every day has rhyme some days… Read more The Days When Poems Come To You
old twenty one has been and gone
lets drink a toast together
to welcome in young twenty two
and hope that it’s much better
You Never Listen To Me whenever I speak you never listen to me and that speaks volumes
On Top Of Mam Tor On top of Mam Tor a trig point faces all the world, east and west,… Read more On Top Of Mam Tor
Leaves and Birds And Beads Of Pearls Leaves wear beads of pearls Blackbirds fly in dark silence Days are lightening
This Is What Love Is Not This is what love is not: it is not a bad thing it is… Read more This Is What Love Is Not
The Truth Of Christmas Present Oh, shove it, you peasant. Stick it right up your bum. You call that a… Read more The Truth Of Christmas Present
Oh Jesus Not Christmas Again Oh help me Jesus. Why did you do this to us? Why give us Christmas?
Looking at clouds
At the majestyof clouds
At serenity
The Abandoned Homes The lawns are untidy, leaf-littered, bits of toys and garden tools scattered all around. The ground is… Read more The Abandoned Homes
Incompatible Is Just One Word so many problems a single word describes them incompatible
The Difficulty With Love The difficulty with love is the word love. I can’t tell you how much I love… Read more The Difficulty With Love
The Caught Jester This country has been belittled, made smaller by microbes, the small men who misrule us. The prime… Read more The Caught Jester
Little Green Shoots first month of winter little green shoots grow and show the first signs of spring
The Terraced House It was up a hill but a step down from the place we had called home. It… Read more The Terraced House
Oak Bark wet bark of an oak cold and hard and cracked and rough smelling of leather
Back There hurrying away rushing to get to somewhere that isn’t back there huffing and puffing and not taking time… Read more Back There
A Shroud Of Clouds blanketing the sky clouds like a grey, tattered shroud swaddle the cold earth
A Street Lamp Flickers A street lamp flickers into light. Another night begins. There is silence, a dull quiet, a… Read more A Street Lamp Flickers
A Lidded Vase It is just there. A lidded vase, blue and white, unsigned, unmarked and unbranded, hand made, hand… Read more A Lidded Vase
Family Photos Family photos. Like looking at an absence, at something missing.
Writing Poetry writing a poem writing poems poems about life love poems poems about nature writing poetry of any kind… Read more Writing Poetry
Liquid Soap Is Filth Liquid soap is filth. Makes dirty plastic islands from wasteful bottles. Plastic patch in Pacific Ocean… Read more Liquid Soap Is Filth
Mean Little Those mean little words Said with mean little intent Make mean little lives