Ah, to be in Paris in the rain
The tower dripping wet
The pavement like moist sheets
Beneath our bodies
...
I wish I could get angry
The way other people get angry
I see them lash out, yell, scream, abuse
I see their frustrations, hurts and disappointments
...
“There is need for shrewdness here: if anyone is clever enough he may interpret the number of the beast: it is the number of a man, the number 666” Revelations 13: 18
Yawn, so many stupid TV and radio
Nutcases going on about devils and evil numbers
...
Hallmark is trolling this site
To see if you make rhymes right
If you do, there's a job
If you don't, please don't sob
...
Gliding over muddy plains
Sliding with the crocs
Ripping snakes from rocks
Slipping down ice
...
...
He withdrew from life completely,
Not knowing which way was up,
Or whether his life was a miscarriage,
Or what....
...
A land of magic exists above the clouds
And a sad, old rocking horse sits by the window
Knowing he'd lost a friend.
A white tuft of hair is all that is left of a once grand mane,
...
it's strange how fish behave
in water and on track
and how they take the brave
leaving us in lack
...
Each stirring moment
of life leave us
with a.....
I was walking past a tree,
...
Slowly the square metal front moves closer
Lights useless blazing into the sunlight
Small windows with a driver sipping hot chocolate
Gazing intently at the green light
...
At times even the disorganised
need to be precise.
How many stars lay scattered
across your view?
...
Christopher Robin always used to sit half way up the stairs
Looking up you can see where the big people live
Being busy and important and doing what big people do
Looking down you can see the toys and the games
...
This contrite conundrum
is a leather jacket:
a tough, rough, solid
protective coating
...
I teach, am married with three children and have a number of other 'projects' which keep me busy with life. Lived some time in the USA but most time in Victoria, Australia. I am also a volunteer firefighter and marriage celebrant. A great deal of the poems I have put on line have come from those moments in life when events have led to a poetic response - usually based on some turmoil in the journey of love which life brings most of us. There is a large group of poems from the early 80s (my late teens and early 20s) and another group from the early 90s as well as a few more recent bits and pieces.)
Oh Paris
Ah, to be in Paris in the rain
The tower dripping wet
The pavement like moist sheets
Beneath our bodies
The taste of sweets on our misty breath
The sounds of music hidden under
Flashes of lightning and the roar of
A thunderous climax
Ah, to be in Paris
In the rain
(25 July 2006)