Baking soaked mulch, fills the air
With the first sigh of summer, life
Reborn’s morning damp-ended
Kiss, walking Wishbone ‘neath
Perfect white scudded blue, tufts
Of clouds off-setting the turquoise
Surround, sun’s out, air’s clear,
E’en light chill punctuated pulse
Of passing trains, rat-a-tat machine
Gun of hedge-trimmer
Does nothing to take the edge off
One of life’s perfect days,
Welcome back summer, we missed
You.
Category Archives: Poems
Poetry is
The art of the heart
Written in the lifeblood
Of the soul.
flushed
Flushed, system running
Tinnitus-high, smiling inside out
Breathe tight, short in throat,
Constricted with happy hormones
Life-rush of fine feelings thrown all
Too high, overdrive with no rough
Life to grip, just the ease of happy
No-stress enjoyment, true to life,
True to me, wide awake, bright-
Eyed, bushy-tailed, chomping at
The bit, look out world, are you
Ready for an Emerson, loaded with
Endorphins and aimed straight out
At you? I think not! Too bad, too
Late, don’t say I didn’t warn you
This ugly little duckling just got his
Turbo on – at this speed looks don’t
Matter, only steering straight on
Towards the stars and beyond,
Like LL said, don’t call it a come
Back, cause I’ve never been here
Before. Not sure even I know where
I’m heading, all I know is that it’s
Right –
She’s the one.
inside-out happy
Shit-eating grin,
What shit-eating grin?
With food and water running out
Is happiness sin?
We tough it through turmoil,
Fight strong through the night,
Chasing ‘way demons under
Pale moonlight, until dawn’s
Bright awakening bursts through
The night, with millions starving,
Many more in misery, being this
Happy, can it be right?
I may not have all the answers,
In fact hold very few, like
Why as sentient beings we
Hold such a narrow world view,
Not seeing the suffering every
Dripping tap cries, cheap food on
Our plates while the supermarket hides,
The dirty truth of its source, broken
Backs of our cousins, dying of
Starvation, malnutrition or hot lead,
Each inexpensive morsel we eat now,
Their lifeblood has fed.
Not being a saint, I eat the same,
Looking for a better choice, to
Step outside this game, thoughts
Circling back, seriously happy,
My heart sings a private song,
A duet at last, here comes the
Smile, a new life can begin.
With the world in this state,
Is true happiness sin?
If it is, I’m unrepentant, a sinner
Is me. I’ve waited long enough to
Be happy, you see. I’ll do my best
Change my food-eating habits,
Change my ways, for happiness
Can be more driven Good
Than Hollywood daze.
Love unrepentant,
Love hard, love long,
For when we are all dust
Only love carries on.
blushing shy
A miscaught glance shared,
Grape half-poised to mouth,
Cheek reddened, down-turned
Eyes, momentary blush of
Exquisitely caught time, like
A fisherman reeling in perfect
Bespoke moments, wonderment
Born, what will the future bring,
For the blush triggered by mis-
Read happenstance, timing linked
To in-born hope, that self-same
Happy momentary promise-thought
That once raised flows further
Forward down would-have could-
Have should-have maybes, like
All other such instant daydreams
Sweeping us further from our-
Selves, as undercurrents of the
Shared sub-conscious, never controlled
Controlling, rather, our hearts carried
Away by our own sordid imagination,
Promising real solid occurrence from
A moment’s purest accident,
Yet not for me. What of norm would
Have me floating down a
Similar green-blue luke-warm
Dream stream instead reminded me
That I am somewhere else, thinking
Of someone never met, yet close to hand
As if somehow proximity was no
More real than forgotten summer’s
Kiss brushed gently across forever
Pursed lips. Come join me,
Celebrate this great love we
All share, remembering we are
But human, no more real, near
Or distant from those we miss
Than a stolen glance mistaken by
One as promises missed, by another
A tantalising reminder of someone
Not yet fully met, yet missed
All the same.
slow collapse of a new day
This is, just is, just so,
This, like softgauze lacing reality
Coating senses ’til cool breeze on
Skin feels third-hand, experience
Of life lived, out of body, more yet
In-body and out of mind.
Laying in warm sunshine split by
Scudding white fluffy clouds, pure
Blue speckled with cold damp dark-
Ness taking hold momentary before
Light shines bright and warm, heating
The sun-drenched skin as food to
The hungry, the only blessing truly
Free, just the sun-god and me.