Biography of Colin Johnston
Colin Johnston Poems
008: Love Comes In Waves
<font color=blue>My head is burning with her gripes Why am I always wrong not right? Continually…
010: The Lovers
<font color=green>They lie side by side, But apart, not touching, Separated by inches, Which may as well be miles.
014: The Garden
<font color=green>You are my Lily, I am your Rose In our Garden we repose I watch you blossom Day and Night
003: The Cat Tray
They no longer use it Since they’ve passed away One we had for ten years when the other came to stay
002: The Smoking Ban
The air is filled with reeking smoke It's just enough to make ye boak But when the law forbids the habit,
019: The Kindness Of Strangers
Strangers, who are they? Just someone you have never met… Are they different? Are they queer?
007: The Poem
When I awoke, there it was A poem like a seed In my mind's eye, for no one else,
004: Simmering Cauldrons
<font color=red>Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan Three countries, all devoid Of hope No love of life, no drink, no dance
006: The Picture Postcard Man
Up hill, down dale, by river and by loch in mountains and in valleys new have you ever met him,
018: The Armchair
<font color=purple>I sit in my armchair and still caress your thighs… These wooden frames contain for me forever The memory of your smile…
<font color=red>They harm themselves from day to day For pain that will not go away Is it in their arms or in their legs?
001: The Fox
I saw a fox the other night The sight of it was pure delight It loped along with regal grace
<font color=green>It is wonderful to have friends… Seldom seen, But forever in one's heart.
My body’s ugly, she says, Silently demanding approval A wrinkle here, a wrinkle there A stomach far beyond compare,
018: The Armchair
<font color=purple>I sit in my armchair and still caress your thighs…
These wooden frames contain for me forever
The memory of your smile…
Do they feel cold and indifferent?
Never, they will always feel warm,
As you always did…
Don't break my heart