The whoness of me?
The whyness of questions?
The whatness of all this?
and then;... more »
He walked and he walked through the long night
peering through darkness and looking left and then right.
He searched with a light that hung
like an orb in the sky and was ever so bright,... more »
I thought about it just last night.
I never did decide the job I took
and certainly not the way I look,
or the house in which I reside... more »
Does our existence have any meaning?
If all our loved ones went away
and the memories of all those that we have met
were wiped clean of any impressions of 'me';... more »
My shadow reaches out,
picks ripe fruits in orchards green,
ferments them in heady intoxications
and mixes them in blenders.... more »
I have a vision
where nothing has changed... more »
Today I am full of doubts.
I doubt what I am about.
I doubt who I am.
I doubt if I really can.... more »
with marshmallow shadows,
walking on starlight
with moonbeam ladders;... more »
The cold mist sapped all colour from the landscape
leaving icy crystaled greys with homeopathic colorations
that dripped from thawing thoughts lit by the fluorescence
of tall shadowy street lights ...... more »
Star bright what do you say,
are you still there today?
Or did you depart long times past
and just leave us with your light... more »
Where is the perfect answer, to a perfect life,
is it in a book at bedtime or discovered in the bath?
Where shall we find that answer, to our heartfelt prayers,
in a domed cathedral or darkly ...... more »
We stood on the beach
and felt the sand as it trickled
through the reach of grasping hands.
Vaulted sky skimmed clouds... more »
Did I ever tell you
and will I tell you
before it is too late?
Did I say it... more »
Seeking the biggest catch
harpoons at the ready
now bound by winter's stealth
expectations heady... more »
He sat as it were, with nowhere to sit,
and with nothing that sat, and with nothing that did.
He blew bubbles as it were, with nowhere to blow;
with only His love they were made,... more »
Great uncle Arthur was never a master
of anything he tried either now or hereafter.
When he potted a plant it withered and died
and when he made jam it ran all over his hands.... more »
Christopher Robin was eating his breakfast.
The boiled egg with its top removed was waiting for the arrival of toast soldiers
to soak up the runny yellow bit inside.... more »
Christopher Robin and Pooh sat on the floor with rays of light
streaking through the window flashing on speckles of dust in the air
before landing on the wall in front of them.... more »
I don't know why I kept it
or at least for some reason
I like to say that.
Of course I do.... more »
In the starlight we kissed heaven,
in the noonday sun we lay;
baring all our heart's intentions
never fearing what we'd say,... more »
I looked with my eyes and what did I see?
Colours and shapes that change with great ease.
I looked in my mind and what did I see?... more »
Dear Asha only thirteen years,
just words I have
and words too late.
Each letter formed with love... more »
Unmoving held so softly
at a point of balance
that point everywhere;... more »
I write of a place I've not yet been;
beyond the horizon
before the dawn
a place not yet born,... more »
is there a place where all searching ends,
lit by the light that shines in all things;
under the silver that never begins,
and below the gold that never grows old?... more »
Most strange I find that fleeting glance
that opens up my prisoned stance
a flash of re-cognised gold
in binding rings that spellbound hold.... more »
The crimson sun and golden leafs
sparkle on a gentle thoughtful breeze;
a pale moon shines in the east
as your lipsticked evening smile... more »
efflorescence brightly illumines all
I walk in a tunnel of love
a straight path with pinpoint of light ahead
around me strange shadows... more »
If only I could make you see what no eyes have ever seen,
if only I could make you feel, what I feel so deep within.
The clouds would part from tearful eyes... more »
I remember playing in the garden as a child
with a magnifying glass in the bright life giving sunlight
(and nothing more worthwhile)
focussing the light on some unfortunate sliding worm... more »
Stood I pensive; shifting from foot to foot,
disquietened in my mind, which silence
most often did most fitting find;
but now disturbed with abject looks,... more »
I want to grow up big and strong like you
so I ate all my supper, the broccoli too;
and here's two stickers I kept
to give to you when you come home... more »
Yes you know it, you know it deep down,
it has no words, can make no sound.
You are sure it has been found
because deep down you know it,... more »
gilded nothingness slid past
on a deep contentment
that was found at last... more »
Winds come and blow the drifting sounds of bells
that ring on distant shores across the great divide
and deliver their unceasing sound unto our door.... more »
Shady aisles of russet trees,
rustle in the autumn breeze.
Fallen twigs and conkers too,
line the path as I walk through.... more »
Here I am in my cocoon,
driving along grey roads
with grey thoughts and darker undertones
and you fly across my vision up on high.... more »
Questions rain down from heaven
like a gentle rain;
a rain that started pouring when
so young I discovered... more »
How do you write a poem
It cannot be caught
and is beyond words’
power of depiction.
It has no place to be,
all places are filled
Without Love would
anything have any savour?
Love is what joins
Love is what flows
Love is what counts
Love is what grows
Love is what’s known.
Love is all around
Love is all about
Love is all we ask
Love is all we give
Love is all I have.
Love wants nothing
Love needs nothing
Love misses nothing
Love excludes nothing
Love is what this is all ...
Downcast and burdened with a thousand cares.
Staring at a complex world of conflict and despair.
Imagining the worst and gripped by fear.
Forgetting who I am,
and what is really there.
Thinking I am this and that,
and becoming tired and scared.