as eyes seize it
falling birth rate
all the point one children
soon add up
writing haiku
hitting a nail in my coffin
another one pops up
after my sea swim
i take post-lunch nap
spring sunshine
from the furnace
a spark sounded like a bee
as it burnt me
how does one forgive
one who decides to forgive
all the pain caused
silently
sneezing into my sleeve
the cat sleeps on
you must act now
but i continue scrolling
unsocial media
mum said
they came in the black maria
snuggling up
they called the wind maria
whispered the shadows
flashing light
the fire chief arrives
in a tesla
love letters
between the sheets
between the lines
so many years
since the last war started
so many dead
a generation gone
a generation ago
black table
daffodils going over
sad rain
the boy
with a daisy
makes a propeller
two boys
tapping their toothbrushes
just like dad
in morse code
the water hammer spells out
bloody nuisance
haiku
the tap drips
another haiku
the sun settles
as the cat settles
for forty winks
with not one word
rising from the inkwell
holding black my tears
march wind
garnering my eye
blossoms
in memoriam
to each their own
the heart is as constant
as the mind is fickle
21st century
palace through the looking glass
the people reflect on it
in the way
a butterfly lands
buddha arrives
channel hopping
looking for a who done it
in the lounge
march hares
we leap over each other
there is dew
on the cobweb
on the lost hat
up for the bin men
early coffee and a scone
all gone
a murmuration of midges
on the first day of spring
flowering currant
sugar cubes
i read them another haiku
they just stirred their tea
many daffodils
the bin lorry rushes past
hi viz jackets
philosopher
i think knot
maybe
breakfast
the red teapot
pours forth
the heirs
to the kingdom
have heirs
haiku cry reply
and like wriggling tadpoles
a poem sprouts legs
department store
the bored elevator man
calls ‘women’s underwear’
cemetery
the stone angel pointing
at two microlights
calls ‘women’s fashions’
the old lady
going down in her house lift
with her cat
how dare this morning
be the most beautiful morning
asks the widower
our new teapot
doesn’t it pour beautifully
do stay
floater in my eye?
no a spider dropping thread!
ha ha now i see
medical library
which disease will be mine
dappled sunshine
hiking boots
a shortcut through the marsh
oh muddy hell
falling in love
the girl with the pink dress
blossom viewing
the edifices collapse
but from ruins of hope
a new Jerusalem rises
how embarrassing
getting into the wrong car
i make new friends
the lost voices
tapping on the night’s shutters
wind in the trees
passing a robin
i sing his song back to him
we get along just fine
my dear equinox
as we grow closer
you pull away
outside her screen
the moon is drying my tears
i take my leave
pharmacy
the prescribed delay
take with patience
vernal equinox
i win at scrabble again
the sun is shining
a reflection
dancing around the maypole
from the lantern door
scatter my ashes
when the wind is blowing high
Y
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and let me let me F
my thoughts go walking
through the derelict building
that was my chapel
swimming together
in the bay of much laughter
the best of friends
midges
dancing above the lavender
by the gate
vet’s delivery
my name on the cat’s food
purr chance too
sunny morning
trying to count the midges
i fall asleep
across the valley
pegging out the washing
my lady in red
soft music
my nose in a book
neither here nor there
why is it only dusty when the sun shines
if i write
but not one word
then i am dead
sailing
on a dream boat named poem
moon voyage
threading flowers
into the whitest chain
my late nanna
morning toast
eating my father
years ago
itchy lip
trying to swear
i bite my tongue
sun bridge
the fish asks the bird
how high is the sky
the bird asks the fish
how deep is the ocean
the main road
who owns the cherry tree
that blossoms on me
in the school playground
high on the golden flag pole
the D Day landings
butter frying
the flowers of my heart
cooking in the sunshine
daffodils daffodils
winter’s candle is flickering
here comes the sun
sunset
the parking lot
full of red cars
screech owl
the veteran hits the floor
warrior still
knocking back sake
spotting a ceiling spider
cheers my friend
a baby
trying to scroll the window
mum on her phone
built on sand
unsure of the next step
first love
when you say martian
it just sounds so lonely
monsters!
the smoke from a fire
reaches up to the moon
walking home