Thursday, March 30, 2017

Musk

Are we just tang and sweat
That we try to conceal
It just that I wonder
If we can smell love?
Inhale it like a perfume
Because right now
I'm lying here next to you
In the dark
After we have loved
Like two demons set loose
And I love this smell
That now seeps between us 
That flows into our serenity
It is the scent of heaven
And it marks my soul in its musk

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Fly

Love is blind
Love is unconditional
Love is forever
Love is fate
But love it is elusive
It only talks in whispers
And we need to listen
Or never learn to fly 

Friday, March 17, 2017

Instagram

Some stuff i put on Instagram - kinda like putting the 2 things together. Not sure they work here but...




Sunday, March 12, 2017

Time

Time
We can waste it
Or spend it
Lose it or remember tit
We can plan it
Or regret it
But we can never reclaim it
But with infinite combination
And finite elements
We can repeat it
Till we get it right

Thursday, March 09, 2017

Laughter


When a truth is laughingly delivered
When we ridicule in truthful jest
Hackles rise, become temper ignited
Laugh and the world concurs, they say
I do not attest in good faith, it is so
All too soon, mirth is all but run dry
For in delivery of unwarranted humour
Silence would always be, perhaps ,best
Than a darker comedy of good intention


Wednesday, March 08, 2017

Vegans


And I was asleep till I awoke to ask
Let me now eat a better food
Pastries more wholesome than redemption
All the sweeter for meatless savour
Deliverance is worth having
For I was a covert monster once
Now I search through my conscience
In lost drawers of sentimentality
And they are empty of any reason
Save silver scales and charring wood
Lifeless flesh lying on charcoal tombs
Innocence and fur lost forever under stars
The aroma of my indifference clings still
But I am remade now a better human
For all the guilt and doubt is gone
And those that do not continue to sleep
In dreams of uninterested brutality
Become the blessed of the earth
No matter how late they arise to be vegan


Sunday, March 05, 2017

Phantoms


When we become phantoms
Flying on wide, night skies
That are brimming with stars
Do not come then with kisses,
Or fair things of loving value
Bring your gifts now into warmth
For once sunlight is cold upon us
And our skin is turned to grey
When all our clocks have paused
And all our love is ever vanished
Then all these hopes and dreams
Will scatter into the moonlight
For my love, then it will be too late

Friday, March 03, 2017

Forgive

A mind might let go if it were weak
Release the horror contained within
But the reflection of self is unseen
Instead there is cast other faces
They float upon the glossed water
And apparate when night falls
They low and bleat in the gloom
Whispers and cool breaths beset me
Gently brush my skin like a violence
And this is no shadowy imagining?
It consumes my sorrows in the dark
Reparation for what conscience allowed
And then it is gone into the past
For the animals forgive us everything
If we have learnt to forgive ourselves

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Whales

All life's glorious shipwrecks
Come finally to their rest
We are Titans becalmed by fate
Upon calm seas of fine threads
Where rocky pillows of instance
Break hubris to a lapping loyalty
The whales of fortune have dived
Fled into the deeps of younger seas
But all wonder is not yet vanished
As a lover, I was alas, poor interest
So now only as a warm companion
Welcome onto my watery divan
And we may still caress, or embrace
Though no pearls will we now find
Upon a sandy d├ęcolletage at dawn
Like a languorous foam on slow tides
We shall float away the remaining days
Indolence will triumph on the high sea
Though no good people of elegance
May stay buoyant and free forever
We shall let the waves, take us away
On one last journey over the horizon
Following the day's descending sun
Till we are under the new rising moon
And then the sea may close about us
For life's voyage is not so bad, after all

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Walk

The Amazonian was felled
And we wreathed the victor
In a crown of incredulous awe
And now all is quiet; all is still
Crowds may away into mists
Till there are only ghosts left
But our hearts keep a chronicle
Tolerance may diminish and rot
But always where there is loss
Flowers will flourish the swifter
Great, profuse blooms of hope
Floral lamps scenting away sorrow
Illuminating any loss of liberation
And upon these trails of beauty; walk
Trace new and stronger paths of equality
For freedom grows best in summer 

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Temple

My body is a temple
But what a glorious one
A veritable ruin of antiquity
And inside its facade
Betwixt column and decal
A half-remembered dream
Upon an altar of flight
Lies still like a sacrifice 

Friday, February 24, 2017

Better

There are millions of good people
But I'm not one of them yet
I thought perhaps I was
But now I can see my imperfections
I suddenly become a little better
And hope comes like endowment
I unwrap these new days like gifts
Take off the starry bow of dawn
And savour each hourly layer
Till night rewraps it to black
And I sleep a better man than yesterday

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Denial

The animals pay for our denial
The truth is a fleeting blossom
Under clouding summer skies
The lies will always break free
Metamorphose into aspiration
For we never remember truth
Self-importance makes us forgetful
For who can live and thrive
With the constant disenchantment
That we are made so dreadful 

First

Now the earliest flowers do arise
The yellow trumpets will tell no lies
Nor snowdrops erupting under bluer skies
And witness how the coldness flies
As warm spring comes; winter dies 

Friday, February 17, 2017

First flowers in the garden





Honey

When all honey from the world is gone
When we decline kindness as deception
Forgoing all the sugar of its compassion
Naught will sweeten life's bitter draught
For then, all there is left, becomes brutality

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Valentine


And no one  may unravel this blissful thread
The Valentine is sent; longing cannot be unsaid
This mistress of time is no measure of chance
She has a debt to collect and a destiny to dance
From out the hopeful hearts that cling to youth
She takes some vitality but bestows worthy truth
A gift of love she brings forth upon a loving wind
For all the happy times the young have sinned
And in the loving war of desire all is bloodless
For it takes only a card of intent to do it justice 


Monday, February 13, 2017

Bafta’s


What's it about; who the hell knows?
Faux appeals for equality in costly clothes
Commercial novelty for a selfish aim
Hollywood's hobby now an English game
And I saw some of the Bafta’s last night
Our glittering display of celluloid might
It's the pre-orgasm Oscars; UK foreplay
Little real talent, but yet, so much to say
Some political posturing to make it real
All ignored when it's time to cut a new deal
And I watched about as much as I dare
But does anyone but the business care?
And I confess, it troubled me to distress
To see former beauties become aged actress
Bearded men abound and everyone guesses
They'd rather wear their partner's designer dresses

Friday, February 10, 2017

Paint

On a Scots highland holiday
Under a clear and blue sky
Looking out to a majestic vista
Beside the shimmering loch
We all painted pictures
Of tall green mountains
With veins of silver water
In jest we painted together
To make small treasures to keep
But now when I look upon it
I see the colours of our souls
Perhaps we painted heaven
In small strokes of innocence
I hope it resembles your drawing
Now that you are first to travel there
First, to become emotion unbound
Among the horses and meadows




Wednesday, February 08, 2017

Stage


For none clearly sees the aim
When at stake is Twitter fame
The world's becomes a new stage
On which the liberals now rage
But forgive the eccentric topics
Of all these ill-advised myopics
Protest is all very well and good
But don't do it because you could
And so, round and round, it goes
Where it will stop, nobody knows 

Saturday, February 04, 2017

Demo


Finally at last, the weekend is here
Now's the time for a new demo my dear
Don't worry what we will protest about
Just so long as we dance, scream and shout
We'll wave high our placards and banners
Shout f**k and c**t to show our bad manners
And don't wonder if will it do any good
All this venting of media-led bad blood
When Monday comes, we'll be at home
With consciences as shiny as chrome
For when all is said and done
Here in the safe suburbs protesting is fun
We'll drink latte; update our social feeds
With tall stories of our valiant deeds
And in the real world nothing will change
And no one seems to find it strange 

Thursday, February 02, 2017

Pictures

Some recent pictures I have taken while out walking around Entwistle Reservoir





Tread


We softly tread upon a starlit lawn
To gaze upon the fiery birth of dawn
As bats now withdraw and owls still
Sunrise crests above the eastern hill
In nascent shimmer does light awakes
Another new day the world now makes
Bees soar out from their waxy hive
The world is up and humming alive
On lavender, thyme, chive and box
Their day unfurls as nature knocks
I know the world is a pitiful place
Yet here I see another gentler face
If we all took some time to see wonder
So much strife we could put asunder
Before day and danger has beckoned
Be at peace in a green, sunny second

Monday, January 30, 2017

Delphi

I am not in Delphi
This is no revelation
And I am no oracle
Yet even I know
Though the same sun rises
And birds will continue to sing
They will be all the fewer
We are all touched now
By the madness of history
Everything has changed
Nothing can be the same again
Prophesy is served
By the recklessness of man

Friday, January 27, 2017

Vampires Exist

If I said, I had an idea for a story and the synopsis was:-

People keep female horses on farms in terrible conditions, get them pregnant and then drain blood from their jugular veins to use in farming and pharmaceuticals. Of course, the more blood taken the more profit made so if more is taken than the horses can spare, well it is an economic risk.

You'd think it was fantasy or some form of new sci-fi film, well sorry, it is fact. Perhaps it cannot be stopped because the balance of gain for humanity is too great. But it can be at least regulated and managed better.

End the Frankenstein horse vampires. Please sign the petition by Avaaz. (Follow the link below)




Wednesday, January 25, 2017

What a difference a day makes

Sparkling day with lots of sunshine after all the recent fog 



A touching remembrance left by someone on a bench dedicated to a loved one. I would be happy to know that I was remembered. Even if, it was just one person who remembered me and thought enough to do this.


Monday, January 23, 2017

Fog's back

Wow all we needed was Tippi Hedren and we could have re-shot 'The Birds' as it was atmospheric enough with all the fog.






Saturday, January 21, 2017

Lesson 1


Now to retreat and secure all the borders
But who will treat the internal disorders
People are blameless for being scared
For believing a patriotic self-serving word
Carnage, greatness, religious morals abound
But in these politics, God's word is not found
The finite resources of money and care
These are what the elites refuse to share
And to where now, will new days lead
When we have planted such bitter seed
The new days to repent have now begun
It's far too late for change, for it is done
Soon the strategy will become all too clear
For it was never about fairness my dear
When dark times lament the passing of grace
Seek shelter and solace in your special place
Take heart that the light will surely return
But regret the lesson was so hard to learn

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Perspective

Took this picture and then saw that either way up works. The one at the top is the correct orientation.




Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Breath

Silence and longing
Then instance breathes out
So comes the pause
When time freezes
In cloaked foreboding
And what comes next
Peace and reflection
Hope and forgiveness
Or simple certitude
The world close about us
But ever we let it
And if we are content
In peaceful anonymous calm
Deep in the winter mist
Where none may see us
We are become free




Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Walks 2017

Some pictures from walks over the last week...it has been a week of snow, fog and frost. Nice flare off the sun though.







Monday, January 16, 2017

Swell

For the cold, cold water
That swells upon a winter lake
It does not settle to calm
There is no warm, watery balm
To ease thoughts of immortality
These futile, vanishing dreams
That slip away into the cold
Delivering ever decaying kisses
Into winters, still brutal clasp


Friday, January 13, 2017

Colour


There is no hope in optimism
Strategy forsakes the aged
And these memories I have
They are drawn out in pain
Uprooted by unwelcome tempest
So is our grief all we have left?
When days become grey in loss
Painted to dark shades by sorrow
And our grins turn to frowns
Like curves of forsaken gems
Enfilmed by a patina of sorrow
But then anguish releases errant smile
For recollections come bittersweet
So I shall count new days like teeth
That all too soon nature loosens
And if what is gone is lost forever
Then memory stays vital and blessed
And while something of us still remains
You will never be forgotten
And in time you will return in colour

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Jane Stacey (1965-2017)

Jane Stacey (1965-2017)


Clouds are come upon the bright days
A deep sky hangs all the greyer for loss
And time sweeps away our last courage
For now our grief is made all the darker
When such an unexpected shadow falls
Tis the hammer blow of utter sadness
Where the woods and fields yield
Empty landscapes of hopelessness
For we cannot be made whole again
Now time has set you to slumber early
All we may do now, is find a little peace
Remembering your eloquence and laughter
And within darkness see your illumination
Shorten this maze of grief by remembrance
Without sorrow will we talk of joyful times
In whispers of friendship deep in the night
And we will never forget you sweet lady
52 is too small a number to count with you

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Tide



We swim, it seems, in a great river of half-truths. It never slows or ceases to churn and we are made so wet by its overwhelming spray we become soaked to distraction in the message. We cannot successfully navigate such powerful currents; but we continue to try; to seek out in vain, the wide, shallow waters where calm resides. I have decided I shall no longer fight the current. I will now float to the shore and sit upon the riverbank. There free of the tides I shall hope to see the world anew. For it seems to me, our lives are mostly spent trying to reach the moon; until we at last realise, all we needed to do was sit and look up at the stars to be content.

Sunday, January 08, 2017

Stars


Trying to reach the moon
We rise above possibility
But always fall back to earth
It is the remit of humans
To ignore all the stars
When the sun is shining
We are born so perfect
Till we are unravelled
Into shreds of inevitability


Saturday, January 07, 2017

Blow


The wind may blow or still
But it will not fill our sails
Allow us travel over the ocean
The ships have long departed
And all that remains to see
Is the golden trail of longing
Broaching the slowing waters


Thursday, January 05, 2017

Honour


Understanding our New Year Honours is not very hard
If you have made no fortune, then you will get no reward
No one is rewarded very highly by deserving or chance
Nothing is actually done for real egalitarian circumstance
The athletes and celebrities kneel willingly at the throne
They've joined the club of elites; they are no longer alone
And I confess that I will be thought as a little retarded
Failing to value why the lucky are more richly rewarded
To our shame we've made this world where money is king
And all you need to do is have enough of that green thing
How you get fame and wealth is of no great importance
So long as you have helped the UK trade or cultural balance
All I will remember is that in the end there is little honour
For a pouting ex-pat with yet more reward thrust upon her

Tuesday, January 03, 2017

Ants


And I shall make you a lord
Though fate has already made you a king
And the ants will mill in confusion
But briefly; till always, they settle
For the world is not very fair at all
And we understand too well
Silence is bought in full bellies and warmth
And the elites will do as they please
It is their world after all

Sunday, January 01, 2017

Deeds


The world delivers another year
But I will no longer wish for peace
Vie with dawn for the better days
That would have us wish upon delusion
To maintain this status quo of importance
Till at last we are become effete spectres
Incorporeal carriers of hopes unrewarded
The fantastic beasts caged within servitude
The time for such dreams is over now
The war for lasting peace has been lost
We are the refugees of a revolution
Rainbow warriors under the falling skies
Ambassadors of goodly circumstance
And now forget the world is wide and full
Stay close to home, to where the heart is
And within every day do one good deed
Till the blood of acceptance pumps everywhere

Friday, December 30, 2016

Crawl

And tomorrow is just another day away
To loose again its meagre heat upon winter
Slithering away at the approach of dusk
Across the heavy rime of unforgiving chill
The orange spider crawls off the world
For now night and the cold holds sway


Thursday, December 29, 2016

Time Bloom


We are a passage of innocence in a swift perfect chaos
Until we are torn asunder in time's irreverent perception
Looking back through the mocking occlusion of memory
All I remember is how extraordinary my awakening was
Memories of flowered sunshine under long, green days
Warm, careless fumblings and a burning to wreak change
Now innocent desire is lost in the slowing, reflective, days
But flowers remain as totems of remembrance to adventure
And if days shall darken more, they will scent the journey
For in the age of dwindling reason, hope blooms all the more