Monthly Archives: May 2018

You came in the door And ask, ‘what’s for dinner?’ A winner? No more. Then you say, ‘what’s wrong?’ And she says, you should know.’ Time to go Along. ‘Cause then there’s a pause And the rest of the day … Continue reading →

Porous sponges, soaking impressions up – leeches growing from others’ blood – Sampling  all the brews from many a cup – Humans, raised from primeval mud. Moral questionings, to raise and relate, As by-products beyond this span, When to survive … Continue reading →

The funny shapes beneath the clothes Feeds the mind although, I suppose, Societies who arrange Life without clothes, they seem quite strange. January 1997

Where does the Womble Wimble? Alas, nobody knows, His step is neat and nimble His existence otiose. He steals in to have his breakfast When you’re asleep in bed And when the clock shows half past He has panicled and … Continue reading →

Then take this cup and fill it with  the essence of your heart, Breathe a breath and hold it for our thousand years apart; With your soft, shadowed lips please sing eternities slow song; There is a way, it is … Continue reading →

Reality, reality, Is only as far as the farthest tree Or, on a  long and wearisome day The next expected cup of tea. It’s within the confines of how we play As children attached to our scattered toys, And the … Continue reading →

You had the chance to right a wrong To push the cause of truth along, We all watched with expectancy, A sign from the Judiciary From our lowly, governed places To the heights that try such cases. You were not … Continue reading →

If you stand on Bastona’s verandah You can see the roof tops of Elanda, The sun is bright, the sky is blue And there is fun for everyone, and you. For fourteen days and fourteen nights We’ve got the ego … Continue reading →

The waves were crashing in the sea I got a slap and so did she; I tried a smile, and got a swipe, A lovely girl, but not my type. July 1996

Oh Muriel Bloy, Muriel Bloy I was just an impressionable boy Who saved my money up to buy Two theatre tickets for you and I To spend an evening in London Town And in your company blissfully drown. Whatever you … Continue reading →