Too good to be true

He plays your already chosen songs

Something uneasy for you about him

Sully face, optimistic smile

Darkness she lightens

If it wasn't for her

Not enough of life would be left

You think he's fine, and why not

The public persona is stage managed

Given what we have, what we want to hear

Takes odious steps, ingratiates with practice

Only simple and ordinary men go lightly

White washing blows outside on their lines

More goodness even than to understand

A fragile walk over the derelict rail crossing

On and on and on, deep into the tunnel

Colours drain; your edgy cheeks chill

Is this still pretence, or is it for real

Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle

Back Off

Your intellectuality burns me
Turns me off
Puts a distance between

…I have heard of the inferiority
Complex, just what she can muster
Harbinger and buster of angst unclaimed

Shame they say is thrust by our
Childs abused muse; in your cloisters
Did you play that game too

Show off to the weak and the lonely
Take advantage but miss the feed of you
Snapshots, crackpots, simply a simple few

Hey I say
Back to where you once belonged
If, in your image of reality it still exists


Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle

Wild Flowers

In the roof space of silence
And echoed evening’s long
A place this morning
Not yet reached for

Held up by stone pillars
Here in worshipful gathering
A few simple words
Prayer, poem, calls to arms

Wide lakes of sidelights
Shadows grace falls
Touched, just by being
Still with you; to gather

On the slat wood
Sat in the pew
Inset offset imagination
Inactive, attractive so soon

Propagate wild flowers
Poppies, primroses of evensong
Closed and then open
At the time of times sunset

Also open, throughout
The whole of the night
Splashing her perfume
The old peculiar of

Old tobacco, Old Spice
Dominoes, counting games -
Maybe one day she might.
Except once more unable

Tables turned you edge away
Out under the stairway of silence
In flight
You still mis-taste her bite


Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle

Psychological Welfare

You
You at this moment reading
You, my lover, my friend
My follower leading

You
In a meditation garden
Quietly beside
Your forty winks

Who else can turn
To whisper in your ear
Who that learns goes
With stillness to re-appear

You
In sunbathed shelter
Rare inside
Your hyacinth haven

You
Who at this moment thinking
You, my mother, my brother
My lifetime scent

Who else to can you turn
For always shone
And forever
Who to dare you to move on

Fold the page
Close the book
Walk into your garden
Real or imagined

Dare to turn
You
I dare you, to move
On


Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle

Fairground Riches

Picture postcards
Messages from well wishers
Givers of thanks, from thanks givers
Care - earned and banked with will

A clock
That these past few months
Moved on so little
Fingers of time stood quite still

Spring is now summer
Words in aspect south facing
Love unchained the melody
Pictures stay framed until

Hands stroke shoulders
Kisses on lips
Smiles and whispers
Night & morn the thrill

Read & write – draw together
New pastures
Comb the wilderness
Of the unknown chill

Chance to light on
Summers and autumns
Winds blown softly over
Frosted winters on the hill

Pictures and postcards
Wear fairgrounds riches
Virginia walls creep, seep
Into tender love of life’s tendril



Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle