distant barking 

the silence expands

gentle breeze 

the old cat rolls

on a deep bed of purrs 

where is she now

plums drop

once in a blue swoon

the cat sleeps

oyoguhito 

haiku pen name called out

the cat just looks

dead camellia

sparrows the colour of leaves

alive and well

rummaging 

in childhood’s purse

no small change

book drops off to sleep

startled the cat marks the page 

another poem

Shoerdinger‘s mouse

uncertainty the cat’s box

gotcha!

on a sea of words

the ark of the poets’

understanding

beetroot pee

furrowed brow

salad days

in black and white

the magpie steals the fledgling 

life’s shortest branch

rising so slowly 

over the misty mountains

the moon’s held breath 

golden super moon 

boys cry Martian invasion

telegraph poles hum

boiling with the beans 

poor old daddy longlegs 

salty butter today

silence speaks

of solitude at long last

the hermit does not 

road narrows sign

placed on the pavement 

shortsighted 

CCTV

holiday hut security

miles from belief

rock tree lake

unreachable in peace 

bonsai 

lavender in tears

soggy summer stormy storm

tomorrow sunshine

beach music

testosterone oestrogen

ebb and flow

look out for the flies
the path to the orchard 

a pile of dog shit

storm

bruising the sky

last tango

silence

i can’t hear the silence

speak up

look and it is gone 

autumn on a summer’s morn 

fleeting wings on heels

council flowerbeds

where have all the bunnies gone

long time poisoned?

if we do not consume

then they will not produce

we are the they

creaking door

many horror tales come in

run out come in

the heavy roller 

along the innings of July

summer not yet out

from the black tea pot

golden words are flowing

steeping in sunshine

paddling in the sea

head up in the wide blue sky

the poet’s beach hut

iceberg - first one gone

gaia’s backbone is melting

shiver me timbers

global warming

even my yawns are sunburnt 

tongue in cheek

high summer

swarming ants

low life

tambourine

sounds like tangerine

tang tangy

the old songs

were we really that young 

same old question

lavender trapeze 

bobbing breeze of dancing bees

please don’t go away

wasp on my toothpaste

every corner of July

in natural brocade 

such a rough sea

recounting the giant waves

way out man

triptych

lights on

the cockroaches scatter

handy shoe

fireside rug

all coal and cockroaches

grit in the soap

zinc bath

how nice in front of the fire

grit in the soap

grandchildren 

all thumbs and phones

ebb tide

gulls with OCD

bomb the dog with OCD

squawk bark squawk bark bark

our days are fired 

terrafirma terracotta

shattered peace is 

killing the green weeds

gardner’s flaming flame gun

baking our tomb stones

bark bark bark bark bark

neighbour’s dog with OCD

hate hate hate hate hate

mountainous domain

high seas of the storm petrel 

teasing the abyss 

where is the sense

in the moods of the ocean

coming and going 

high visibility

recyclers chase the bin lorry

looking for a tip

old poetry book

looking for the like button

graveyards everyone

For Emlyn Evans

yesterday again

history teacher’s ghost

nothing has changed

hot dessert dust

rare visitor from far away

midnight rain

strawberry dew

tears when tasting at dawn

a rare treat

storm then calm 

the black cat slinks away 

over the horizon

here on the sea shore

a wind of understanding

i think

silence 

calling for silence 

there is no reply 

the sea flows

in the tides of blood

the taste of salt 

swimming with earplugs

sound of the sea in my head

that thinking feeling

flight of sand in a 

feather’s shadow on the beach

we see the seagull

cat mirror cat cat 

synchronised bemusement

upon reflection 

acorn wind

lays the squirrels breakfast cloth

crumpled morning

nuclear mushroom

in the forge of a setting sun

salt slaked by tears

lavender

bees fishing rods bobbing

on pollen knees

the sun and the moon

yellow and white tigers pacing

the urban jungle

at the end of day

way down the gaping passage

a candle splutters 

Fall Bay

oh sheep in the sea

dying on that lonely rock

as life’s tide ebbs away

prickly thorns

holding bindweed flowers

virgin’s blood

high summer

how long the grass is

football soon

motor car

are you taking the blossom

home?

sitting on the fence

so many virgin moons 

bindweed in love

Apollo 11

you stole the lover’s moon

heart’s soaring landed 

back on the moon

our future hard parsed 

do you read? over

global warming 

wasp bits in the shop window 

such nice cherry cakes

lavender

stoic in the rain

just bees cause

dead wren

an enormous silence

ruffled stripes

for the poet

there are many doors 

into the temple

lunar eclipse

tarnished lucky charm

polished again

blazing hot

the garden is restless

brain storm 

in the garden 

all the talk is of a storm 

blossoms nodding

answering the phone

i find that the call’s for you 

my startling starling

oyoguhito - the swimmer

I have adopted a new pen-name for writing haiku (oyoguhito - the swimmer)

with accompanying logo and personal verse

in the sea

even in the rain

i am dry

sun shower

spotted in my teacup

dark monsoon

barley sugar 
in the shallows

a rainbow trout

summer breeze

dusty corners waiting 

for autumn leaves

last selfie

data allowance used up

dear god

pauper’s grave 

a cortege of sad smiles

from strangers 

ocean path

jasmine all along the fence

swell

global warming 

waiting in the hospice

unopened newspapers

lunar eclipse 

slowly through the window

jasmine

A tanka

warm rain

in our transparent dresses

we pirouette 

clinging to each other

laughing uproariously

sea swimming

even in the rain

I am dry

turbine burning sea

just enough electricity 

to cremate me

garden profusion

flowing on a warm breeze

coloured shadows

sheep bells

slowly in the shade of a tree

mid summer

creaking door

my fear enters the room

full moon

tendril is the night

upon the cradle of the peas

the dawn pops

spit of rocks

red in my face

my voice

rain

laughter in the city

neon splashes

white noise

stop ripping the packets

I confess

door

creaking yawn

ahh 

a birdie

seagulls on the fairway

which ball is mine

winter and summer of love

in the snow

I wait for you under

a lamplight

with breathless kisses we

melt the evening's coldness 

warm rain 
giggling in the troughs 
this evening 
we cling to each other 
and laugh uproariously 

in July sunshine

September playing hide and seek

coming ready or not

cracked mirror

I see three eyes

in two worlds

on the bus

mad man talking to himself 

we are all there

my little poem

please do not touch

this thing

silvianic 

you are so mysterious 

mercury rising

Storr Rock Lady’s Cove

still wet behind the years 

Sisley and me

the sea swells

i hold the pebble moon

white with tears

the last of the orang-utans

the mirror is broken

how sad 

morning strawberry

the early bird’s breakfast

warm dew