Non Rhyming Ballad

my love is like old sneakers
on a telephone wire
my love is like a Tesco bag
swept across a beach
my love is like dust bunnies
underneath the bed
my love is like odd socks
on laundry day
my love is unexplainable
until I look at you.

Elemental (idea for a poem)

her perfume on the sunshine
the wind it sings her name
morning mists, her lightest breath
her face held in the rain

Billy Was Here

Kaiser Wilhelm walked this way
and sometimes that way too
his gait though regal in its day
would trouble me and you
as would his handlebar moustache
and the big point on his hat
tbough back then it showed panache
I doubt that I’d suit that,
you never know though, maybe it would
should I have lived back when
they groomed themselves as dandy’s should
when they were gentlemen.

On Wordsworth

songs of bold heroes
sing to me,
though ring to me
mendacity
whereas his pure
and lilting lines
his simple rhymes
lie honestly

Dream

I dreamt of three poets
in the wilderness
of hues of greens and reds
a colourwheel of words
and promise
spinning in my head
or were their reveries
of me
sleeping in my bed
perhaps it is not
they, the dream,
but i’m the dream
instead?

Voyager

for knowledge pure
we voyaged long
no bounty, nor glory vain
oh distant giant
great swirling cloud
eternal joy’s refrain
our will was then
to honour you
will such times come again?

Morning Eyes

bless your morning eyes
their waking recognition
where I found my home

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these lines scrape
inside my head
like Paul Klee
scratching
painted red
or tap tap tapping
more and more
persistant raven’s
broken claw
broken strings
fed back on stage
smashed guitar
in fits of rage
though once
or while
ideas born
as these scraped lines
develop form
and so such pains
I tolerate
for from their
labours
one may create.

5-7-5 (take five-hundred-and-twenty : picture)

from her photograph
developed a history
that would become theirs

In Darkness

awake in the night
longing for a ghost’s embrace
to bring him death’s dreams