Poem

So seep in
midnight oil spill,
drip between
the twists and turns,
nooks and crannies,
delicate carriageways,
intricate corridoors,
thought roads.

Burrow deep
and spread like

His lies the leaves that fall one by one from the tree, once bare, there is no cover to hide your deceit.
Can you stop the leaves from falling ?

Of Stephen escaping
to Mexico City.

The words longing to be freed,
longing to be read,
longing to be shared.
The multitude of emotion, so innocent so pulchritudinous.

Dancing through the valleys of luscious green,
embracing the warm summer sun as it beats down onto you lifeless body to breath life into you once more,

maitre bee swoops down
clips pollen from stamen head
sips frothy nectar

golden tulip brailles
saucer transmits fertile signs
bee, wasp radar blips

'Haze', written 19 May 2013

pale waning moon strides
molified wolf scales back pitch
fortuitous slice

I wrote this poem after a dreadful walk home when we were hit by a snow storm. My friend and I missed the last emergency bus and had to walk home which took an hour and a half.

white dry puffy cheeks
silver iodide capsules
sappy pores tears spill

thick dark clouds hover
portentous pods are seeded
silver lining glows

This is the poem which was chosen for publication in the book 'The poetry games'.

Monotonous keyboards clicking
Redundant clocks ticking
Phones ringing, elevator doors swinging
Coffee pots brewing, vending machines spewing
Insouciant workers, carefree shirkers loitering

I tried baby
even thought these legs
can’t dance no more

No Baptists at the river
No fish in the sea
No faith in the system
Don’t pray for me

No heroes for peace
No end to the wars
No banker in jail
Despite being the cause

I found
my grandmother's typewriter

A prominent member of the left bank group of artists including Picasso, Matisse and Braque,her poetry was less concerned with meaning but rhythm and feeling.

There's no business,
Like no business at all.
Everyone's gotta,
Rotten feeling.
Nobody has got a shilling,
Just a p45 docket,
In their pocket.

When interest rates,
Go up to 5%.

The endless pavement
Eats away the leather