Friday, February 28, 2014


The wind builds into the gloom
A west borne tide of anger
Its fell voice is on the air
A call to the shadows of the heart
But I shall not answer tonight
For I am harmless and warm
And perhaps a little afraid
In darkness they will come
On steeds of Atlantic breath
To gallop me away to silence

Tuesday, February 25, 2014


Through the shale of dried tears
Walk then softly in delicate bliss
For the bounty of tearing skies
Does not lightly fall down upon us
Wind may howl its vulpine song
But dawn will always ever come
And return despair to its rocky lair

Monday, February 24, 2014


But if the atoms can coalesce
At the breath of creation
Fuse in the elemental emptiness
Merge into unity
And incalculable years later
Make you whole
Then we redefine destiny
For we are coherence
The oldest corporeal things in the universe
Till time and its unequivocal law
Dissolve us back into the breathless void

Thursday, February 20, 2014


125,000 fewer unemployed now on the figures
But I know for a fact it is was only 124,999
They have not counted me; they never count me
And if they do not count me; who else did they miss

Across the wider UK economy there were 2.3 million people out of work in the three months to December, 125,000 fewer than in the three months to September, although the pace of falling unemployment was slowing, according to the Office for National Statistics (ONS).

Perhaps they should change the name to the ‘Government Office for Nonsense And Dubious Subtraction’ with the acronym ‘GONADS’ because let’s face it; this is all complete balls.


We are a prosperous country but...
We are submerged in years of futility
There is no aid for poverties flood
Its waters enter homes like tidal wolves
But when the Home Counties suffer
When nature dare invade the south-east
Location, location, location
With the correct political affiliation
Is all that really matters to a Tory Nation?
And the rain gave way to showers of gold

Patrick Wintour and Robert Booth - The Guardian, Tuesday 11 February 2014 21.11 GMT

A resolute David Cameron vowed to marshal the forces of the state to tackle the flooding crisis, pledging a wider role for the army and unlimited public funds to protect families. After two days of Whitehall infighting and mixed messages, the prime minister returned from visiting stricken communities in south-west England to hold a Downing Street press conference at which he sought to assert his authority over the natural disaster.

In words that may yet come back to haunt him, Cameron said: "My message to the country today is this. Money is no object in this relief effort, whatever money is needed for it will be spent. We will take whatever steps are necessary". He insisted "we are a wealthy country and we have taken good care of our public finances". With many communities complaining about the lack of help from official agencies, Cameron claimed that the emergency Gold Command system was working well, but he added: "It is clear the military could play a bigger role."

Tuesday, February 18, 2014


Men and women gather and some of them are gay
But no Olympian flame now enlightens the way
It guttered on its journey and ignited ancient division
It orbited the earth but did not leave its prejudice
Was quenched in space by a dark rhetoric of homophobia
A long shadow is cast to the shores of Sochi and beyond
And no Athenians of antiquity are left to illuminate us

Monday, February 17, 2014


Patterns in black on yellow like Polynesian tattoos
The hornet queen lay in my hand like a fifth finger
She is rust-orange and so patently magnificent
Vespa Lancastrian; but she is weak and confused
Has awakened far too many time this winter
Yet she laps up the nectar I have placed there
Takes her fill of food and rare human warmth
Then she is replete and she needs again to sleep
I place her in the darkest, coolest, driest corner
For the frost is coming soon and she will slumber
Till the April and then what work she will make
And now she knows my scent she will come visit
Roar thorough the garden and to all her children;
She will tell that such kindness is always repaid
And my garden shall be picked clean of all the bugs
And her debt is settled in full when I eat my greens


Friday, February 14, 2014

Sad Valentine

If you were a monster
It would be simpler
But I remember you
I know your face
But not your name
You watch me for hours
And when I do nothing familiar
You cry!
I wish I could smile at you
Give a small token of love
But I am within a fortress
Though I did not build it
But you are ever my Valentine
Never forget that
Even when I do

Valentine's Day

I can't say Valentines Day is my favourite but in the spirit of the day

Loves' origin of all
Is really very small
It never has a plan
Nor needs no diagram
It blossoms in spring
If willing Valentines sing


A red letter in the hall
Pink flowers in a wall
A text that says it all
My valentine is to call


I painted a picture once
It is the colours of my soul
Now when I look upon it
I can always see your face
There is heaven in its strokes

Thursday, February 13, 2014


We find in older age
We cannot live with pain
But we dare not live without it
Pain stalks me like a wolf
It hunts in the long night
Biting deep into wounded flesh
For its banquet is fear
And it always dines alone

Wednesday, February 12, 2014


It’s all in a name
But no ‘nom de plume’
No ‘nom de guerre’
Nor ‘pseudonym’ or ‘alias’
Carries real sincerity
I will remain only me
For to hide is to dread
And what fear weakens
The hard world invades
To reclaim our liberty

Tuesday, February 11, 2014


It has rained more than was needed
And it continues with small respites
Water has penetrated every weakness
For some it flooded rural life with anger
But water is the master of all the Earth
The silver blood of a world in cloudy veins
But we would wish that it would slow
Still its rapid heartbeat just for a time
So we may catch sight of the rainbow
That arcs across the watery meadows

Saturday, February 08, 2014

Gran Canaria Holiday photos


Comes the avatar of night
A creature men name the cold
To touch one toe
Then another
To heel and ankle
Calf and thigh
Till she can shrink and curl
Make us less in loves eye
And then she is sated

Thursday, February 06, 2014


Come softly tonight
But only at the moment
I close my eyes to sleep
Settle next to me
Take hold of my hand
Do not speak or sigh
Let me hear...
Only your breath
Feel your warmth
Your bony knees
And I shall never know
If this was just a dream
For in the morning
You will be gone
But I shall be healed

Wednesday, February 05, 2014


To each is given a karmastic end
We cannot cede these fears
All will come to pass
But we may...
Take what grace is given us
And seize a sundering day
To tread upon land one last time
And sorrow our indiscretions
To all those we have hurt