Saturday, February 28, 2015

News


No phoenix arises from embers
The ashes of decency smoulder
But cannot ignite to change
Soaked by a drizzle of hyperbole
Leaching from irrelevant clouds
News is now constantly reinvented
For feeding frenzies of irrelevance
Blind to what we are not shown
We are only what we know
Nothing more, nothing less
And we are so fickle to truth
Zombies of sensationalism
Locusts devouring false opinion
It rends the fabric of nations
And every inch of typeface
Reveals the slow slip of decency
Into maelstroms of indecent choices
How did we come to this?
That few others may see truth
Or else we came upon wisdom late

Friday, February 27, 2015

Freshwater Pearls

The only freshwater pearls worth having in your pond. It is very early for frogs and toads so I am guessing it is a newt egg. It came up with the duckweed the other day. I put it back and left the duckweed alone.



These two pigeons were having a royal scrap the other day. One is giving the other that "get out of my tree" look.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Spring Lamb

The first spring lamb I have seen this year. It is quite big so must have been born at the end of January


Onlookers

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Oscars 2015


Echoes of transparency
Whims of fate
That strike for the surface
But reach it not
Perhaps instance of noble designs
Or the ego of leaden need
Say you which 
But never gainsay me
Not I the gentle soul
That craves the soft applause
For the tears of worth
Though dried now for my art
Into a coinage of delusion
And this golden homunculus grins
But he does not smile for me
Not yet,
Though I love him much
But he doth love another
Fickle sprite, mercenary friend
But all is well, it is just pretend

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Stars


Go to the stars
Stephen Hawkins advises
Go where and when
And who would have us
Knowing what we do
What we have done
And what we will do again
It's best we stay here
And leave the universe
In peace
From such flawed creations

Friday, February 20, 2015

Muse


 
The dusk comes and sleep invades all sensibility
But nothing may breach the hollow within a heart
That wishes not to be healed, nor lightened of want
Dream on then of fireworks and fantastic libretto
The artist is but a mirror for the wider world as muse
Reversed, laid upon the elastic tissues of intolerance
And where but in an artist's unique dreams of wonder
Are such new painted eclipsal dawns given such life

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Garden


Of every garden we may make a song
And in its lyrics there is no word wrong
Within its borders a soul finds peace
In nature's heart do our troubles cease
True we tame through sweat and toil
But nothing is sweeter than well tilled soil
So make your wish and thank the Gods
We are given a chance to break the sods
For of all the places I could ever be
I'll always take a garden seat next to thee

Monday, February 16, 2015

Awakening


The bejewelled, decorous butterflies sleep
No fluttering phoenix will arise awhile yet
To wander along the long, summer days
There is no beauty to drive away cold
Breach a hollow in this winter's heart
But yet the first spider is now stirring
A small associate of its shapeless kind
Hairy harbinger of dread from evolution
Imprinting a silhouette of terror upon us
To sit in dark spaces, keep watch on night
Empty day of its flies and you are most welcome
Remind me of fates touch, time is the spider we fear
Time waits in lieu of payment as we flutter in its web
And yet I shall give time no pleasure; it may wait
As I wait for the dancing colours to birth like rainbows
Now in the cold of winter, hoping the summer is kind

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Happy Haircut

I think he looks better - hell I'm spending more on the dogs grooming than my own

Best in Show


                                              Before                                             After

Friday, February 13, 2015

Love


There is a love
A great and epic love
That stirs armies
Never births in war
Yet always ends in defeat
But there is another
That walks quiet ways
Inhabiting winter mists
On secret paths
Searching for combatants in wonder
To take hold our hand
Break the cosmic seal
And bring heaven to earth







Monday, February 09, 2015

Bafta's


 These errant horsemen of celluloid
And their maids of modest virtue
Make a rehearsal for the Pacific
For when adored and rewarded
Immortals need no guidance
They have The Theory Of Everything
In this Imitation Game called Bafta's
Indiscreet, fawning at whims of fate
In three scenes of irrelevant affluence
The fall of humanity played out tirelessly
What the camera may only do is reinvent
But year is young and champagne flows
And they will create more art and fame
While you may assuredly applaud again

Thursday, February 05, 2015

Clarity


 
Crystalline icy star
Laid gently down
Out of grey-white sky
Each snowflake unique
An icy heartbeat of being
And before it melts
Transforms to clarity
To meld into earth
Is beautiful to behold

Tuesday, February 03, 2015

Layers


Conformity is learned behaviour
Layers separate out like shock
People begin to think in waves
They move in a kinetic dread
The slow shoals of compliance
Hunting for disturbing difference
They crash on rocks of individuality
Upon the solitary marbled people
Until worn out by constant attack
They must dissolve into sea spent
And ever loss of soul is a feast missed
So the sharks of adversity hunt others
And none found breach its dragged net