o mistress sea

the gulls are orgasming 

on the wind’s tip

not an inch further 

when the siren sea tempts

come on - why not

that moment

when sunlight hits the grass

the gates open

wind turbines
the butterfly effect
of poppies

the sun

swimming through drizzle

milky tea

online shopping

stretching the tape measure 

about this long 

don’t call me cruel

i am the mighty main

perish the thought

walking from the sea 

the silence of the drizzle

is defining 

yoga by skype 

using screen lock

to stand on her head

every night

the cat curls up to me

at this time

pitiful 

the loneliness 

of a squeaking gate

a shot rings out

the crows in disapproval 

circle hate

running with laughter

a child builds a dam

then kicks it

on the beach 

making smashing sandcastles

then smashing them

placing a feather

on top of the sandcastle

the child smiles

in floods of tears

when floundering in sorrow

the hillside shines

‪the haiku poet‬
‪building a hermitage ‬
‪from bloody mud ‬

you

big fat woolly tube of fat

cat 

snow

up to my knees

in childhood 

summer storm

the scrunch of windfall apples

underfoot

               birth

        then the machine breaks down

death

summer wind

the moon is running scared

pieces of eight 

summer night

winter wind cold

global warming

the summer wind

a manic symphony

in the lavender 

towelling down

after a winter sea swim

is an art

this evening

along the clock meadows 

the gnats are dancing

the apples

are kissing the tomatoes 

both are blushing 

these troubles

wrap them in a poem

throw them in the sea

those sunny days

when summer would never end

winter whispers

spiritualist church

opening times on the door

second sight

at the back

of the cabinet of time

sweet memories

the cat

is fast asleep 

and so is my leg

icy window 

curled up in bed

i unwind

blue moon

deep in the inkwell

penned

the ink monitor

visiting childhood’s desk

pay attention!

school desk

my name lost in the names

encompasses 

stand in the corner

you naughty naughty boy

the class giggles 

staring at the rain

hey son - we have volition 

liftoff 

thunder under

flash flash slashing rain 

sleeping acapella 

inside the painting

the artist is wondering

about past futures

fit kit

when the cat stretches 

so do i 

how does one explain

what tears are to a child

who knows

we are afraid

for we see nemesis

in denial 

after the portrait 

before the paint had dried

the sitter was gone

twilight

when the moon outshines

everything 

thunderstorm

under the street light

a moth

thunder 

at each flash-crash i hide

in another poem

thunder 

the night dog that barks 

stops

thunder 

everyone different 

just the same

the dream

i dare not dream about

wakes me

waiting

at moonlight’s edge

for the word train

taken by

the landscape photographer 

what remains still

come on puss

it’s too warm isn’t it

roll over

there she is

come on puss

come on

with every poem

hungrier and hungrier 

this devouring 

flying ants 

another summer hitch

over all 

this heat

it is barking mad

again tonight

covid it just will not accept the argument

waiting for coffee

the storm slowly approaches

afternoon in june 

unlocking 

self-selecting eugenics

rules  OK 

‪these are the times when‬
‪a sign of the times calls time ‬
‪too late in the day‬

sniggering sea

laughing at my bloody toe

you just wait

a coal man summer 

wearing winter high on his

shinning leather

stalling the heat

a cool breeze brings thoughts

midnight liaison 

this long hot summer 

is laying it upon me -

Ella Fitzgerald 

‪did I write that - ‬
‪the illusive muse sitting‬
‪in mind’s corner‬

the bee’s knees

on a hot summer’s day

this breeze

wood burner

a load of logs arrive

hot summer’s day

has youth gone feral 

or is old age in lockdown 

my generation

ferally ferocious we

proffered the rejection

hot afternoon 

on the motorbike 

a bluebottle

young seagull calling

and calling and calling and -

you’re on your own bud

builders tardis -

infinite doors slamming shut

sunny afternoon

a chinook 

chops the afternoon

back to sleep

all a game really 

hunting the long grass

for gazelle words

closing the door and

entering the poets’ den

 - hello hello

o swell

i pebble skin my toe

bloody sea

arriving at a decision i move on

mid-summer night’s

nightmare - covid unlocked

a tragedy 

‪arrhythmia screening‬
‪90% dark chocolate ‬
‪double espresso‬

it is damned hot

his bricks boom into the skip

a storm is building 

mid-summer night’s

nightmare - angry and locked down

is escaping

driftwood

cat and the geraniums

sniffing the sun

‪found myself thinking‬
‪in a garden of thought‬
‪what if i didn’t‬

pretentious until

we read upon our gravestone

who we really were

voices

on a summer night

timeless

every evening

for a few mad mad minutes

she’s a kitten 

thousands of feet up

teeny weeny icy crystals 

the stars fan club

we are born

we die

so what?

imagination 

in the meadows of my mind 

gnats

coffin nails

and diamond pearls

are just words?

in the greenhouse 

coming along fine now

the spider’s pantry 

why do i cry -

do i have to have a life

i just want to play

unpublished poems 

hanging by their fingernails 

in posthumous hope

five green bananas 

five green bananas 

five green bananas 

at midnight 

the valley becomes 

a sea

that lock of hair

it is not me anymore 

is it?

a pebble

scoured by sand

becomes sand

funny protein 

you are not so funny now

funny that 

a book of pond life

birds eggs and british insects

i am nine again 

pauper’s grave 

beyond the rusting fence

a dead blackbird 

in the orchard 

a blackbird sunning himself

i’m sorry 

memory lane - where

the sun is always shining

in silence profound

a dog gurgles

the rain is barking

sleep dreams

shimmering 

sky boats

in august 

falling asleep 

the cat i no longer have

pounces on my book

sky

mind’s landscape

to dream

gurgling 

outside my window

laughter

empty flagpoles

the lifeguards are in lockdown

unsafe safety

eyes at sea level

gulls look at me with distain 

the tide has turned

torrential rain

the cat and i safe and sound

on sofa’s ark

in the cellar

the chickens are bleeding

christmas 

hard copy

where’s the reply button

like

lighthouse 

the door opens

in a flash 

cat   rat

where are you now

rat    cat

condensation 

another cloud forms

in conversation 

then a black cloud follows

swift condemnation 

grandfather clock

by the blacklead hearth

the tea steeps 

starched shirts

blue bleach bag

mum

crows

gathering blackness

to roost

it is without

a shadow of a doubt

a self-portrait

june 

zillions of flies

composting

midnight 

a plane rumbles away

dogs stop barking

a hunchback 

this tiny mother of nine

was my nanna 

june 

the jackdaws are panting

in the castle

‪March hare‬
‪how high is the sky‬
‪asks the skylark‬

every night

the dog starts barking

at what at what

lavender

in the penthouse 

cuckoo spit

pigeons

in the medieval castle

coo d'état

thermals

seagulls disappearing

into the storm clouds 

there’s a girl

in this summer dream

who hasn’t 

childhood a rapier 

youth a dagger

old age a razor

lockdown

life a caricature 

of was

reboot! reboot!

the lockdown kids have arrived

just you wait and see

orchard snooze

windfalls counting the hours

i tilt my sun hat

‪fogged photograph‬
‪or a photograph of fog‬
‪strangely moving‬

heavy rain

the lavender buds

are unbowed

a childhood found

in the scent of christmas 

my comic annual

‪no one  in‬
‪the mist is everyone ‬
‪but me‬

newts

they just hang there

don’t they

in a flash

across the xylophone 

a trout 

haiku

keystones

of an avalanche

blue breeze

the evening is cooling

at last

shopping - um - why not

sort of take it on the chin

wrap it up will you

in a propaganda shroud

and make britain proud again

pussy cat 

under the sedum

eating grass

spend money

to return to normal

and that is it?

storm approaching 

the cat - fast asleep

sighs 

night sighs

a police helicopter 

chasing sleep

what i define

when i am on my own

is true

that serpent weather

slithers across the map

apple a day

On the news

Schrödinger dead

Well, well, pussy cat

What do you think of that?

You never know - do you?

darker lightning 

the silver birch is waiting 

for the storm

almost asleep

picking burrs off her fur

she purrs 

there were ruins

where there had been houses

where we played

beach cottages

the pebble shanties rattle

seven seas of why

rain

picking mint with my shirt off

cat fast asleep

bee

why did you sting me

blood he yell

old photographs 

peopled full of richness 

all dead now

prohibited

the unnecessary 

necessarily

the older i get

the more absurd things seem

including me

graffiti 

the laying bare of souls 

let us spray

British thrillers

have such nice clean murders

streaming now

rain

a few drops hit my face

• bird shit!!!

under the gate

the rat stands stock still

a long shot

topless

waiting for the thunderstorm 

oh monsieur 

june wind

the house is restless

wind chime night

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a lone dog

starts barking at the moon

all hell breaks out

night ghosts

they all ting the wind chime

going to ... 

how long

is memory’s golden thread

answer me that

with every haiku

a wide smile breaks across

my face

the joy of the jotted page

and a wince of melancholy 

fairground moon

as midnight shadows lengthen

the ghost train departs

ruckling 

making its own way word

heavy rain 

what - what - what

is the rain never to stop

my sighs

beyond the curtain

that is courting in the wind

heavy rain

midnight

rain unabated rain

my book face down

rain

yard dogs stop barking 

sleep well

sleeping cat

my thoughts range far and wide

but she does not know

if i doze off

then she come to wake me

now now now