smoothing the cat

we both fell asleep

supper time!!

 routine 

it has been done this way

ever since …

 bat dusk

such lonely calligraphy 

the fading of the blues

 peaceful pond

ducklings chasing chasing midges

magpies chasing ducklings

 on a sunny morning 

the cat washes over her ears

clotted cream 

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 childhood books

i am impressed 

between the pages 

 sitting still

even the rock rock moves

my thoughts

 wash day

bedsheets full of moonshine 

and apple blossom 

 wash day

bedsheets filling with wind 

and apple blossom 

 opening the door

to an itinerant spider

room for improvement 

 fruit pastels 

bursting in the springtime

of my old adage

 the ones

who remembered the dead

are dead

fallen leaves

on saplings 

 a rat!

in the crazy golf course

hole in one 

 the beetle 

couldn’t see the trees

for the wood

 sometimes 

the cat yawns

and stretches my hand

 anticipation 

doors opening and closing

such fine art

 old age

letting the garden grow

wild adventures 

 when the white graph  

no longer does deflect the red graph

it’s a black day indeed

 the weasel infinity is a cheat

 grandchildren 

emoji explosion

sincerely 

 spring is over

the greens are darker now

flowers less urgent 

 the bee poem buzzes until the window is opened

 eye to eye

suddenly the recoil 

gets closer

 marmite 

the cat licks my finger

with one eye closed 

 bunch of lilacs

mum says thank you 

from beyond the grave 

 a bird goes one way

a butterfly the other way

gnats go up and down

 the bluest sky

above the cherry blossoms

warm sunshine

 granrchester orchard

the shadow of a hover-fly

takes a sip of my tea

 white smoke of AI 

will the next pontiff

achieve immortality

the  ancient poets

long has their sadness loitered

in this book’s must

 an irresistible force

meets an immovable object

the cat and i 

 time straightens the tree’s trunk

 the siege of the oxymoron 

making the castle as

accessible as possible

 the end of times

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 the eternal rest is history

 suddenly 

rooting for the prey

raptor! raptor!

 papal enclave

the vatican credit cards

rack up on air-miles 

 Easter Monday

rolling back the stone 

the Vatican is empty 

 maybe it has stopped

yes i think it has stopped

morning drizzle

 playing at shop

the shopkeeper becomes 

a millionaire

wisteria flowering

the never ending grip

of an old man’s hands 

 at the dance

the naughty nurse says

her name is melaena 

 evening hues

spread over picnic blankets

our laughter

 turning over the coins 

in pockets of my conscience 

on the other side

 i caught time’s disease

from tics on the calendar 

of life’s long grass

 the end o f art

patterns on toilet paper 

grossly embossed 

 the sea

upon the wind

through the trees

rainy day

writing a poem of summer

to cheer me up 

 torrential rain

bubble-bombs racing 

across the duck pond

 a plastic mac train-spotting day

 cheery sparrows

in the cherry tree

 you know what

and i know you don’t care

but i don’t care

 how to write haiku

get to the bloody point

thank you very much

 inside the pinhole camera

angels are swimming 

in the tears my eye

punches of cherry blossom

pugilist wind

extinction is thriving 

 carpet of blossom

after wind and rain 

something in my eye

 an atheist 

praying for his enemies 

loses faith

 the crows arriving

two by two by branch by branch 

dusk of a long day

 a poet abhors strictures

a poem is timeless 

an egg timer’s waist

is just that

a waste of time

 new to knitting

she’s like a fledgeling 

finding its wings

 rain

i’ve done the dusting

now what

 dark april

sure it’s not winter

heavy rain

 nothing

a rare item

indeed

 ten thoughts toes

dip in the seven seas

you and me

 soft music

the flowering shrubs

just perfect 

a mid-spring day’s dream

the swallows are returning 

 cheery sparrows

in the cherry tree

blossoms blossoms

 final reminder 

in the secret drawer

my death-bed poem

 baby snail

climbing up

climbing down

 cherry blossom

a welcome brightness

on this dark morning

 god

i promise to be good

if

 writing my thoughts 

around a thought 

that is yet to exist

 remembrance garden 

they’ve culled off all the shrubs

sadness upon sadness

 a poet 

writing thoughts around a thought 

that is yet to exist

 spring arrives

under the cranesbill blanket

buddha sleeps on

 the scent of sunshine

on the gorse

pouring more gorse

over more and more gorse

the scent of sunshine

 death where is thy sting

even falling on nettles

hawthorn blossom

 cleaning my iPad 

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