Remember This
Remember this in the days to come, When uncertainly is the whole of your life, Did I do right? Did I do wrong? Did I make the world in which I live? This world when a knock upon the door, … Continue reading Remember This
Category: Poetry
The Weasel
Such a wonderful beast is the Weasel,An artist second to none,When seated alone at his easel,He can paint up a storm with aplomb. He can carve you a statue of granite,Or sculpt you a bust out of clay,And although it’s … Continue reading The Weasel
You’re Not a Blonde!
This is a poem that started life as a song in the style of Sparks, but never got completed because… well, I’m just not musical enough. I always thought your blonde hair was actual,But now you take off your clothes, … Continue reading You’re Not a Blonde!
Amy and Ivory
This world can be kind of heavy, Sweet,Torment at the corner of every street,Lies, diseases, crime that squeezes every single drop,Of energy from your body till you could drop. Helping people’s a noble quest,But sooner or later you have to … Continue reading Amy and Ivory
Chain Baby
In the darkness, Night-time’s cloaked disguise, I can recognise you by the whites of your eyes, Just the whites of your eyes, And your porcelain smile, And the chains at your hip, Set me silver awhile. Chain baby, midnight child,As … Continue reading Chain Baby
My Guardian Angel 2021
My Guardian Angel is very small,No bigger than my thumb,She flies around on wings of lace,And sings the songs of old,She sings,The songs I still recall. Although she may not always be there,She’s always close at hand,Beyond my reach, within … Continue reading My Guardian Angel 2021
The Man in the Moon’s House
The Man in the Moon said; “What a to-do,There’s space in my living room for two, In my kitchen, three or four,And in my lounge for several more, Eight folks around my table could dine,And on my loo sits number … Continue reading The Man in the Moon’s House
Don’t Put Words in my Mouth
I don’t often feel the need to explain my poetry, but this is an exception. This is not so much a poem about John Lennon as a poem about people’s tendency to push their own political and ethical agendas through … Continue reading Don’t Put Words in my Mouth
Gypsy
My home is narrow but stretches far,Beyond the reach of my black eye,Through mountain pass and clovered vale,The jewelled traveller am I. The night sky is my silvern blanket,A waterfall my cooling shower,A million steps recount my lifetime,As wooden wheels … Continue reading Gypsy
Joined at the Lip
Softer sheen of light shot through,Volcanic red and silver blue,Allure of sweet and perfumed skin,Move over move, the games begin. Gentle floating, tingling friction,Lost in passion’s proud depiction,With warm moisture small anointing,Towards a petalled pillow pointing. Random silken strands that … Continue reading Joined at the Lip
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