I fight Fearless Massive Muscular My stead swift,  we sweep past the slow ambulating travelers, who barely look up Dust is my wake I will reach the well And quench my thirst first Faster than most I will sit and boast "WINE AND FOOD!" As I welcome them as host This is a reference to … Continue reading Knight →

I am afraid Have I stirred the pot? Broke what was on a wire? Thin Flooding a matchbox Should have been a spark, a burning flame! Things aren't the same Still .... it can't be tamed It pours out Give me a flood plain! A vessel readied Unshackled and steady Let me sail upon it, … Continue reading Flood →

I feel Spring in me I feel the sun "Feed me energy!" Upward Upward Upward I am restored I shine Dew on my feet I rise with the dawn I am light A sonic boom A ray A beam I will be seen A reaping form fertile soil A great yield From this field Deep … Continue reading Spring →

You look me in the eye and I know that we are friends You come close as if to reassure and establish yourself to me You know me Caution still prevails One day I know that we will bond Your trust precious Here you are King You express to others that this is your domain … Continue reading Willy Wagtail →

An operation of Promise Mechanically managed A mighty whale It oozes Lying on the beach We sit together Silent Death sits between us Laughing We move in sync Robotic All smiles and teeth Death sits behind your eyes The hearth is cold Though timber is abundant No kindling is near Death sits between us All … Continue reading An Operation of Promise →

A gentle hum elevates itself with the Sun Engulfing bystanders with its impertinence, A sea of sound, smells and movement Caressing and offending Delighting and disturbing     This is a simple poem expressing how two themes can run side by side. Do you have any conflicts that you feel you have to decide between. … Continue reading The City →

A Master A Hand A Talent A Dollar A Path A Dream A Cottage by a stream A Fire A Kettle A Hearth A Home A Place well known A Rock A Measure A Portion A Slice of bread A Hunger unfed A little bit A little late A baulking at the gate A shot … Continue reading The Forgotten →

Now hearken to my voice   Winter is upon us And the frost of distance creeps into my heart   Whence have you gone? Whence shall my eye's rest upon you?   Do not stay your heart from mine for Winter is upon us The buds of Spring lie dormant   Waiting Waiting Waiting   … Continue reading For Miss B. →

In the country There is life. If you sit quietly, it will slowly reveal itself to you Life is there! Urban Chaos challenges it But it is unable to hear anything above its own din It asks disdainfully "What does it have to offer me?" The cafes hum like a hive of bees It's patrons … Continue reading The Country →