Nativity

By chance we happened upon a black lake walk
Shearwaters of reflection; reflect one more magical moment
The flight of the partridge and the exited young collie
Soul refresh, soul rebirth; while underfoot the twig-leafs crackled

Ethereal and eternity, thank heaven for spontaneity
Meander among the coriander, hands held to bless vision and line
Bright light out of beauty, swish, splash-light onto beech leaf
Sing and bring good to the good times; sing, bring goodness back again

Playful seeker of pleasure, hedonism out of Ithaca returned
Bountiful protector of the prosaic presenter
Wish for mirth, wish for shear essence, wish for fluorescence of joy
Atmosphere emerging, resurgence of energy here amongst our enigma

Pretend for the maker of dreams, protect the white rabbits of Bethlehem
Mend, cognisant of blends, become mindful of love innocent in joy
Sorting, beholding of images past, captured for our rapture
Floodlights on memories; evoke, provoke, free our fresh thoughts

Waltzing Matilda; whirling, swirling, dancing tunes, runes without time, blooms without blinds
Meditation, lovers medication, dedication, sealing, healing, revealing feathers and plumes, personas honed and groomed

Walking back along the pathways, hold spaces; minutiae, bind moments into spherical holistic schemes
Believe the fragments of fortune, blessed to fall in this particular, rather peculiar, entirely non-perfunctory way





a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

No Place for Mistake

Fourteen per cent
Your share in the weekly event
Take care not to monopolize
The one-seventh of heaven sent

Tread ever so lightly
In pleasance personify
Speak warm words wisely
Lest misinterpretation be lied

You receive only partial access
Wanted, on short term demand
If this brings with it duress
Ask what sort of life it commands

What sort of sad person
Will in time evolve
What sort of mad person
Will this low interest devolve








a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

Words on the Wire

One connection
You cannot make
No line
No number to call

The writer is of no use
A commitment to print
Is excluded
As if a metaphor for life

Words wrapped in meaning
Are best trapped on the wire
No record
No misrepresentation

Fair to be unfair
Outstare the stare
Forget the past time
Time allocated otherwise


a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

Times for Love

Mondays for Jim
Payment and pleasure
Tuesdays for Sarah
Enable to grow
Wednesdays for Emily
Pain to extract
Thursdays for Tracy
Teach to talk
Fridays for Terry
For youth you reach out
Saturdays for Joseph
Play without pressure
Sundays for Wendy
Shops, plans to cope

Mondays for essays
Assignments undone
Tuesdays for social policy
The disenfranchised few
Wednesdays for bonds
Groups reach for you
Thursdays for lectures
Notes, names to mistake
Fridays, free time
Begins today
Saturdays remembered
Those times you spoke
Sunday’s one pleasure
Love your bloke





a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

Unite

Fifty-six hours from parting
Fifty-six hours untying the umbilical cord

Two days, no more
Two days from seeing you before

Seven years and one half from meeting
Seven years and one hell repeating

Mornings of madness
Daydreams of sadness

Days within secrecy
Nights without sorcery

Faith searches for forgiveness
Futile in any other guise




a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here