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Poem: Get Happily Naked.

Get Happily Naked. . . Don’t be afraid to take off your clothes. Don’t worry about the possible marks of time or cellulite. You have not ever changed in my admiring eyes. To me you are ageless, clothed in a love that has only grown with the passage of time upon our tender flesh. . […]

Poem: Sky Blue Eyes.

Sky Blue Eyes. . . She glanced at him With sky blue eyes And, upon the one moment Fixed him forever in her life For no longer was it possible To make a dash for freedom. . .

Poem: Clear View Mirror.

Clear View Mirror. . . Even on the easiest days There are intimations of the future Which is fast approaching now, The different parts of the self Accepting what is soon to be. Youth seems a very long way away, Along with the carelessness it finds, But there are other compensations. . . .

Poem:Enid Blyton Perfection.

Enid Blyton Perfection. . . It is eight o’clock on a Sunday morning And there’s the whole day not touched yet. We’ll have papers to read and coffee to drink There’s doors to unlock and birds to feed Nothing to do and all day to do it in, What more could you ask of the […]

Poem: Black Hole.

. Black Hole. . . You can paint any word pictures you please, You can talk unctuously ’til you are blue in the face But it will not change anything, You are a natural killer and you know it. You say you are aware of the weight of the truth, There were reasons that you […]

Poem: This Is The Real Thing.

This Is The Real Thing. . This world we know Is not a playground, It is a testing ground, A school of thought For who we think we are. It is like a sweet shop With the door unlocked, An electric line-up Of  hanging chickens. We have a full free will To take until we […]

Poem: Snapshot In A Life.

Snapshot In A Life. . . One of the best memories ever Was deciding to drive up to Beadnell On a beautiful summer’s morning. We took all the Sunday papers, Along with the bar-b-cue, some fat sausages, A few buns and a great big flask of tea, We already had a picnic blanket in the […]

Poem: Magic Carpet Ride.

Magic Carpet Ride. . . It happened right there, No word, no doubt, no warning, He  just pulled her up from the chair And began to kiss her. It ended right there On that old Persian carpet Down in front of a roaring fire. What a ride. What a night. . .

Poem: Beyond Here There Be Monsters.

Beyond Here There Be Monsters. . . No wonder that children Think there are monsters Because I find that Even in our well remembered room There is not enough light To see familiar things And now I find myself Veering back into childhood. . .

Poem: Journey’s End.

Journey’s End. . . As we pass by On the motorway Towards the big town, I see the shape Beside the tangled verge. We are already past it But I wonder what it was, A large badger perhaps Or an unlucky dog Trying to take a shortcut. Sadly, it did work. . .