Overdone

All the chic of the city

In a moorland village

Chocolate and beige

Monsoon purple stripes

In the style of Rothko 

Yet antlers above the fire

Mostly they are young

The staff that is, as befits

This swipe at modernism

But neither youth nor

This extravagant whim

Are in truth sustainable

The numbers don't add up

I sit alone in a tabled room

Set out for forty-four covers

It might be different

Come Saturday night

But the farmers hereabouts 

Know that one swallow

Does not a summer make

More's then the pity

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

Available as ebook from Kindle or as a homemade print book, and audio cd from  poetryshop 

Speak

Blue cardigan
Self knit blue cardigan
Wants now of friendship
Wants no more of love

Stopped
On the studios stone stairway steps

I pull you towards me
Yet your faraway smile
Carries the unhappy light
Of certain disengagement

Speak
Of the surprises that silence supposes

I push you away
My immature mind
Finds the complicated
Too odd for contemplation

Slipped
Sidelined it seems, steered from sojourn

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

Available as ebook from Kindle or as a homemade print book, and audio cd from  poetryshop 

Goddam Those Good Time Friday Afternoons

Far and away from the hubble bubble

Distanced from the rubble of deserted rooms

Stir up the sunshine, unsettle the haze

Days that hover towards a lovers moon

Search out the twin propellors

Warm up the Plymouth gin

The sinful approach that  leads to a thin line

Of lost hope and mothers ruined

Flow under the skin

Injustices that feign to begin

Relentless within to stain times past

With times present acidic rain

Let the heron take the fish from the pond

Sing your song as he feasts

On your well stocked stock, he is not mocking you

Shocking that you should think such a libellous thing

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

Available as ebook from Kindle or as a homemade print book from  poetryshop 

Stuff & How to Get Shut of it

First you have to have been married and divorced twice, or at least to have fallen out (big time) from a serious long term relationship

Next you have to have retained (or found) your sense of humour, your love of life and your desire to have another crack at it

Then you must collect together all your self help books, especially those on personal psychology and any that use the word 'journey' - but keep the ones on sacrificial bonfires, they will come in very useful later

Now take a trip to IKEA, look carefully, and closely, at the machine made imitation wooden bookshelves; look again at the recycled cardboard organisation boxes, and then say to yourself (and to the whole store if you feel so inclined) "No I don't want any more of this stuff, no, no thank you!"

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

Available as ebook from Kindle or as a homemade print book from  poetryshop 

Worn Tracks

Dark outside

Friends, loved ones

Over land, under night sky

Pages turned, numbers dialled

Ease the throttle on imagination

Traces; worn tracks erased to dust

By bluebell skies the day after tomorrow

Sing on Joan Baez, sing of Diamonds & Rust

Faraway the closed caresses of sweet sorrow

Into the ether of spokesmen we no longer trust

Wait awhile

For the pain to subside

Blessed to be in this quiet

With a Cuban song in my ear

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

Available as ebook from Kindle
Or as a homemade book from  poetryshop