Monday, 30 June 2014

The Big Man

A serious splash
Talk of beached whales
& pools being instantly emptied

Firm disruptive strokes
Followed by the intense calm
Of a good body afloat

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Sunday, 29 June 2014


There is a half moon
At halfway
Through the day
Or somewhere thereabouts

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Saturday, 28 June 2014


The first swim of the day
My first swim of this vacation
The rubber duck thermometer
Is already at 27 degrees - centigrade that is

Terracotta tiles line the blue sky
This being the only horizon
Unless I include the waving pine
Whose needles fall, effortless, to the water

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Friday, 27 June 2014


The short grey-silver hair
Suggests a settled state

This stasis is further amplified
By a simple story

Of a farmer, telling this particular vegetarian, who helps him marshall his runaway cattle, that truly they are all family pets

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Thursday, 26 June 2014


One draught of breeze
In its own slight time

Takes me sideways
Mind-move meander
At the pace of lightning

I will catch up later
In the stillness of dusk

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Wednesday, 25 June 2014

Handful of Love

Submissively steal
Through the plumped up
Silken clouded sky

Laid on layer
Upon layer
Of happenstance dreams

Cherubs &
Bounties of plentiful beams

The unbound fruits
Found by free roving hands

The seductress of youth
Lets all doubts of desire
Or distance be damned

Say what you will
With the quill as your pen
Ten-to-eleven your odds do extend

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Tuesday, 24 June 2014

Still The Empty Pages

Years, covered in a few nostalgic pages
Time, that passed almost unknowing

Sufficient still
To create a further invitation

There is time enough left
To rough out a few half worn pathways

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Monday, 23 June 2014


In place of daydreams I retire instead
To my recurring
Past caring obsession

Where roof tiles
Lillie-white roses & gazebo's are absent

Plentiful are the wages that protect my urges
Years of blues sustained
By the unlimited shades of blue

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Sunday, 22 June 2014

Involuntary Pomp

These words are my aromatherapy, the rhyme strategy, if such a thing should exist would be my massage oil; the open spaces where reader, and writer alike, are encouraged to wander... part of my clear hope for an entire lack of politicised commitment, & should form be used then it's shape and patterns would be my very blueprint, or touchstone for how I, or how anyone, might then become a constructor or alchemist, able to dream up their own healing potions... with such ideals I welcome the singular words of love or beauty to stand ten feet tall on the billboard, erect and firm as the forewords of poetry’s very own, imaginary instruction manual

A personal response to reading Adrienne Rich’s address on commitment, in the bathtub at the end of an exhausting vacation

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Saturday, 21 June 2014


Put a fix on it
Work through the motives
Wake with names on your lips
Be engaged with the day
Take a positive fix

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Friday, 20 June 2014


It is a place of shape and deportment; families of ancients, and families of now
The young Gatsby impersonator tells his grandpapa of the truth of his homosexuality.

There are sharp intakes of breath at the five sided table; that all those years of creating wealth should have come to this.

The ceremony is over; sharp suits, floral dresses, silks, satins and famously feathered hats make their way through the we have seen better days gardens

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Thursday, 19 June 2014

Set it up

Time out to time out
Spot the signs of wear and tear
Pick the pockets of the mind
Rally round the dancing bear

These are the ones
And twos in close collusion
In sharp contrast
To those who are not there

These guys eschew
The terms of confusion
All but bypass the ones
And twos who are not there

Time to time out of this time out
Collect the ticket, pay the fare
Share the dockets; to be so kind
Sally did not find her anger there

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Wednesday, 18 June 2014

Time Off

Eyes closed
A body of messages
Form a disorderly queue

By a call from the hillside
A view of settled grass
Of the wide open moorland
Before the longer view, a more distant Tor

I bought a new watch
It acts as a reminder
Same make, similar model
Stainless steel strap, with inset gold plate

Saturday mornings did it for me then
As they do it for me now
How else to find the space
Time to agglomerate the pace

A place where vapour trails of memories
Can place me between the roof and the floor
Thrust me, hang me helpless, into the chasms
Of neither knowing, nor not ever understanding

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Tuesday, 17 June 2014


I wake so early
The stakes higher than before
This pattern called to break
For the sake of all, and evermore

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Monday, 16 June 2014

Once more YKB

If the week could be longer
Strength of mind turned
By the fruits of our own design
As we walk the surf side line

If the bonds then stronger
Length of loss spurned
By the cuteness of our own time
As we talk the blue of Yves Klein

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Sunday, 15 June 2014

Tuesday Tea

Willow, water, reed
Feed into timelines
To tread back-along

Natural sounds (sheep, birds, bees)
Camouflage the road noise
Still the rumbles of the aircraft

Destined for those other places

I went there myself
It was a while ago
I am often reminded

She met me at the airport
She was happy
For she knew I wasn't straying

Destined for those other places

In those days I often took a cigarette
I would care for one now
If only for the memory, of deep inhalation

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Saturday, 14 June 2014


The kiss, love and care entwined
Thank you for being a poet
Or at any rate someone indefatigable enough
To read your own words for our neighbour & friend

The kiss, care with love enshrined
Thank you for being a person
Or at any rate someone, exceptionally
Understanding enough, to put up with the poet

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Friday, 13 June 2014

La Corbière

Pulled by the spray plumes
Subsumed by the outcrop of rocks
A sound foundation for the lighthouse

I escaped here when the noise rose
Not as a perpetrator you understand 
Silent, non-committal, more my usual stance

Infinite skies atop the endless sea
Vast expanses, mystery aimed at, within and without
Room beyond reason for all of my doubts

I stood there
On the rough moorland grass
At the start of the track to the shoreline

From this safe distance 
I watched boys play in the pools
I had no need of engagement

An irregular rumble of the waves from France
Occasionally a flurry; with the rise and crash
As though over excitement was in the air

A sort of ‘new shoes and fancy hairdo for the party’
Type of mood, it often lifted me
Brought me, back home, to the new noise of life

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Thursday, 12 June 2014


I was so very deeply hurt
Laid on the bed
At a loss

I stared out of the bay window
Into the infinite leafless tree
In the neighbours garden

Of course I left
Flight or flight; no contest
I convinced myself of the end
I returned later
But only to collect
My permanent possessions 

Yet I could not countenance
Taking away the poster
It was, after all, given as a gift

Prestigious; a limited edition
An individually signed copy
Bang on the money, as ever

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Tuesday, 10 June 2014

Hold It Right There

Hard in the early evening
Stiff as the light lifted before dusk
Virulent as youth
He might have shifted had she not been

Rain lashes the Tarmac
Crows swoop low across the carriageway
The Severn is browner
Than the ploughed brown fields of autumn

Wagner turns triumphant
Relapses into one of his mellower moods
Worn out roads welcome me back to Yorkshire
Sodium lights sold short on their sense of purpose

What would Mr Hughes make of this
In his Barbour coat & deerstalker hat
A trudge to the drudgery
Or a walk by Wilberforce’s statue

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Monday, 9 June 2014

Smooth Over

Floss ball of summer
Strands of evergreen
Swathes of pickpocket daisies

I would write a letter
Something about the roundness of love
About how profound it feels somehow

To look back from now
Free of pain and anguish
Full of the loss of longing

The longing that settled
Into a mind filled
Those days by treasure

Paths and trails of smitten tales
Leveraged by the faint lines
Of our past times together

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Sunday, 8 June 2014


Sparkle of adornment
Mischievous smile
Free afternoons
Mile, after mile, after mile

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Saturday, 7 June 2014

Seed Change

To start again a life rotation
Cycles of learning and doing
The point of it all
To find a truer vocation

How important the location
Easy to say
Overlooking the sea
Taking leave, on vacation

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Friday, 6 June 2014


Drawn in by a picture of you
Vermillion skies rage for two
Elemental minds seep on through
Drawn in by that picture of you

Dawn of night, it's twilight's clue
Evening primrose turned on two
Sedimental sighs weep askew
Dawn of night with silent dues

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Thursday, 5 June 2014

Bearing Gifts

Only me, the view and the squirrel
To think of you on your free day
How far from freedom will you be?
Caught up, in others negligence

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Wednesday, 4 June 2014

Leaf by Name

In those branches I see my name
Those very same initials
As on the schoolboys satchel
That only-one nomenclature 
With which I sought out fame

Famous as a bright spark
Famous as a talented kid
Famous as a footballer
Who could hit the dustbin lid

Years have moved one
The breeze still waves the trees
As it did down by the stream
Trout tickled quiet under water
Grass marks on my knees

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Tuesday, 3 June 2014


This stretch of anathema
Is as long, and as wide
As the boulevards of grace

It is an indirect virtue
Short on waste

I imagine it takes its queue
From my minds
Occasional sorrowful state

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Monday, 2 June 2014

Tilt at True

If all I've seen
Was seen by you
What would that mean
On days I'm blue

If all those trips
Were then with you
It begins to seem
A shade undue

On a February night
3 years after 2002
I feigned to dream
Of separate clues

If all I've heard
Of stories told
The presence is there
Though passions cold

& the word is out
It's the word he loved
To be seen and heard
By the softer gloved

Under starlit skies
By mountains blue
To caress her soul
His sight askew

To praise her body
& intricate mind
To develop a crush
Such a thing of a kind

If all he'd seen
In that morning light
Was the flash of line
Infilled with slight

He could not let go
Driven by his own deceit
His urge arose, he ached
At large for the least receipt

In too deep
To see his rose
He grasped the petals
Tore at her clothes

The end had been
Exceptionally clear to view
What did it mean
As he wept, for love of blue

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Sunday, 1 June 2014


You said you were unsure
About my motives
But took the doubts
To be all of your own making

Yet here, back in this locale
It is your name that enters my mind
As though the depth
Of deeper association could be denied

The trees are greener
Than ever I remember
And yes I do see you
And Pauline climbing high

In that beech
Or was it a sycamore
Downalong Broadwalk Boulevard

The sun is bright
Here before eight in the morning
As bright as that afternoon after class

As bright as many times
In that spring
And early summer

The doubts are always with me
They are a valuable source
For a writers inspiration

I am somewhat more settled now
But often write
On the future of past associations

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