Colin Johnston (01/03/49 / UK.)
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?
<font color=green>It is wonderful to have friends… Seldom seen, But forever in one's heart.
001: The Fox
I saw a fox the other night The sight of it was pure delight It loped along with regal grace
023: One-Way Street
<font color=red>My Dual Carriageway has gone The Free-way Life did not exist That route was never one for me I've always wanted company
<font color=green>It is wonderful to have friends…
But forever in one's heart.
More often than not,
out of mind,
Forgotten, in the blur of the day.
But, with one small word or thought