out with the boys

every song a different pub

puking up

a different pale ale

a different bog 

sad 

daffodils going over

old school days

remembering 

the poet’s poems

we die a little

listening 

for words that have not been said 

whispering them

hail - sun - well met

radio evening

coronavirus advice

outside a bird sings

‪the poet’s grave‬

‪there‬
‪where he lies buried‬
‪is a lie over only bones‬
‪it is we that lie ‬
‪there‬

scratching the app

to find the right solution

never a crossword

self-isolation

viral circuit breaker

no trips 

language?

i speak of mortality 

#coronavirus

last one to retweet

is a ....

when it’s raining

sit watching the rain

think of the rain

raining outside

the cat is drinking inside

back to the door

apolitical 

is it politically correct 

vote now

hey up

it’s coming down

snow kidding you

i saw it with my own eyes

it’s snowing mun

snowfields 

imagination’s

whiteout

i’m thinking that

if i am not thinking

does the cat know

one snowflake 

falling from clear blue sky

why is this

‪opticians ‬
‪the world passing by‬
‪the bottom line‬

last night’s log fire

collecting morning sunbeams

for tonight

one wind

a thousand daffodils

nodding

steady snow

the wind chime changes its tone

plaintive plaintive

words 

the lingering taste

of spice

the poet

a many channeled sluice gate

reservoir of words 

rain

the pools are shivering

in fibrillation 

‪pandemic‬
‪epicentre goes viral‬
‪get it‬

the doggerels bark - the poet man parses

a painted poem

words of every colour

deafening 

that dusty shared

where spider hearts are kept

WWW

haiku - the droppings of a caterpillar on its way to becoming a butterfly

drizzle 

running from the wind

becomes smoke

cat watching for mice

as the fire dwindles away

it’s midnight cinders

then it rains

on the rain in the wind

in the storm

the child

sunshine front of a storm

never look back

lily pond 

the one with silver lips

nibbles at the moon

every tree

has a shadow that branches

in my mind

hierarchy - the cat - the poem - and me

the cat watches

all the days and all the nights 

the cat sleeps

sketch pad

every time i draw the sea

it fades away

lily pond 

the carp with silver lips

swallows the moon

snowflakes and sunlight

gone before they were there

winsome springtime 

dog days are dying

their eyes o their eyes

am i the only one

in the love

of the little things

it is            

is it

in the little things

that we find love

two black cats

waiting in the snow
for the moon

‪a kite surfing day‬
‪the wind’s ambivalent
companionship‬
‪‬

it is knot

my palms on my elbows

warm in thought

storm 

the tree becomes a seat
lost in fraught

starlings

on the golf course

holes in one

storm promenade 

daffodils covered with sand

grains of truth

frog spawn

when black eyes are smiling

warmer days

February squall

one boot on and one boot off

so the rain is wet

bowed of back

the workman’s road through life

in dignity

‪who owns the horizon?
‪the land, the sea, or the sky?
‪or my eye  says i 

rain puddle

the daffodils shiver

sunny side up

wind chimes

taking my mind away

from this storm

wind chimes 

how gentle are your tings

on this stormy night

the wind chimes

a thousand storms this winter

will it ever end

‪the bite of life‬
‪raw upon the cheeks‬
‪speaks ‬
‪of a lifetime of days ‬
‪above the everydays‬

penumbra 

the cat and the log fire

dreaming 

shards

midden memories

bloodied in mud

reading the poets

how they were painting me

retrospectively 

yes

the daffodils nod

rain

millions of shells

stranded along this beach 

and me?

creaking door

in the storm’s breath

a lone fox barks

1959

influenza is on the bus

shaking 

sea side cafe

the ship sips by slowly

window to window

the storm

caught in picture and poem

so now what

cafe balcony

in a sudden shower

the sugar gets wet

cold spittle 

the sea’s breath

whispers

come closer

come closer

winter sea swim

even towelling down

is a ritual

catastrophist

in a storm of words 

this 

flames are dancing

to the exponential storms

logs to the base ten

cat

  fire

    me

these thoughts 
around and around they go
dementia's trapdoors

epic storm

how the cars are suffering

in the photographs 

the faithful pilgrim

will find the stepping stones

across mind’s torment

every day

i walk into the sea

one day i will stay

snow cold

the sea knows

it waits

sea salt

on my skin

is so lovely

we are in fact

seventy percent water

an inland sea

last swim

as life ebbs away 

i am stranded

the cat

sitting in the rain

being a cat

after the rain

the tassel dries

in the wind

drifting

my mind turns to sand dunes 

and marram grass

dying - this is no way to live

shrieking 

waves fighting like tom cats

the rocks seethe 

a robin 

in the dead of light

singing

poetry

shards of terracotta

and golden glue

richter scale 

how many need to quake

to make a poet

it’s stopping there

he told the bone surgeon

hop it

i’m not having it

you’re not having it

painful shoulder

nagging like my mum

I remember

crow

so it is a haiku

frog

it must be a haiku

moonfrogcrowowl

haiku

thin ice over a gold mine

and yours

gigantic storm

the waves frighten themselves

mesmerising 

across the sea

gathering thoughts

a storm

Covid-19 

self-isolation

the virus has gone viral

did you catch the name 

under sand this

walking on the sky

into the sea

the cat

considering a woodlouse

in the sunlight

the collector

collected everything 

obituary

old man

his youth hidden

from youth

‪all not as it seems‬
‪in the fool’s gold seams of dawn‬
‪dreams dreams‬

‪lillypad‬
‪the frog’s croak‬
‪is not mine‬

lillypad
my croak
is not the frog's

the storm

toppling time

sleeted

coy carp
snow on the camellia 
blushing

blackest storm

then sunlight on daffodils

crying

winter deepens

fireside tales remember 

when

biblical storm

photographers gather

evidence

data contest

ours the stormiest storm

survivors winded

young frog jumps

into the moon’s eye

gravity waves

moaning

the wind doesn’t want to

but it does 

unread news the future’s history

a book on my face

absentmindedly cat patted

and good knighted

life is an fart is with out the f ing f

thoughts with the tea leaves

‪snow in headlights‬
‪one hundred miles per hour ‬
‪even when parked‬

Schrödinger's haiku

both pinned and released

yours and mine

‪poet‬
‪grit in an oyster shell‬
‪of pearls‬

‪the poem‬
‪does not exist‬
‪until written‬
‪the sins of the father‬
‪thinked‬

daffodils whisper

there’s a storm on the way
they all nod

the moon a button on the bodice of the night

an octopus

encircling the earth 

vapour trails

not intended

i wake up from a nap

i never took

the fire is angry

i choke it off at the vent

dissembling it

frogspawn stirs

under the full moon’s eye

a spring tide

‪quite something‬
‪when your realise that‬
‪nothing is nothing‬

cliché cliché in

every poem known to man

is laid to rest

when the tears deem to dry

the pen leaves only blots 

wisdom?

about life and death?

there is none

this where cows live

running down to the gate

my love

slate roof

a quilt of frosty pigeons

waiting for dawn

microplastics 

high crimes and misdemeanours 

y’all

‪‬impeachment
‪the term misdemeanour ‬
‪exonerated ‬

making history

high crimes and misdemeanors

and he didn’t do it 

Buddy Holly

We were 10

I kissed her

Len’s wife

He’s off to the newsagent

Dementia Times

monoku - form id able

‪youth‬
‪an extravagance of time‬
‪for banking thought‬

ikea

looking for shelves

for my haiku

how does he know 

the poet with his pile of words

what is hidden there

midnight chimes

the cockroaches ticker ticker

a dream turns over

camellia flower

why are you so far from home

on this stormy day

hellebore

i am so thrilled to see you

this springtime

bickering

over the remains of a log

flamenco dancers

at the sound of sunshine

in flight upon the wind

i weep with joy

oh pussy cat

you can look away from me but

the answers still the same

my creaking door

a fox barks at the moon

lonely companions

chirrup

the days are getting longer

sparrows chatter