Leaves on the floor, puddles and bits of the branches of trees, and in the puddle’s reflections of me, a happy me as I walk down the street, headed for the store, going to buy you flowers, and the wine and the chocolates, and the romantic things, the dresses and the shoes, that on valentine’s…
Category: Poetry
A collection of posts featuring my poems.
On the edge of the city
On the edge of the city, on the edge, the countryside calls to the city, and tries to entice it with its beauty, and the city creeps ever closer and eats it up, and there is less and less left, less of the countryside, less of the beauty, less of the fresh air of which…
On the beach
On the beach at night, such beautiful stars do shine in thine eyes, and so glorious and bright on the beach at night, where the moon hangs so gently in the sky, the boats do cross across the water, towards the horizon in their gentle flow, for on the beach at night next to the…
On my own
On my own, alone, with the wind, and the sun, on my own alone outdoors, with no wish to run, on my own alone, not worrying about the time or how fast it goes, not caring about anything except the moment, only caring about the present, only caring about the here and the now, and…
On fire
On a rainy night, intellectually on fire, oh, such desire, passion amongst the few, a glorious few, intellectuals too, gathered in a group, as often as we can, gathered to better understand, the inequities and the disparities of man, gathered in a darkened room, trying to dispel the gloom as best as we can, friends…
On angels’ wings
On angels’ wings, she lifts me up as she sings, my love, my love who stands before me, and it is as if a dream, with her voice a honey covered sweet, glorious thing, that stirs my soul, and oh, how her voice it does beguile me, and how it does so mesmerise, and wake…
On aching feet
On aching feet, I survey the land, I take in the scenery, I take in the trees, and the rivers and the streams, and the air that envelopes me where I stand, and on aching feet such visions in my eyes do fill my mind, for I have ambled, and rambled across the fields, and…
On a rainy day in August
In a pub on a rainy day in August, with a million thoughts going through my mind, I, stare out the window, and I calmly watch the world go on by. Now, how many decisions, and thoughts are out there, floating gently in the air, and how many are out there that succeed, and how…
On a long-distance line
On a long-distance telephone line, I hear your voice, and my imagination it runs wild, you with your soft voice, and your intellect, your humour and your wit, and the laughter how beautiful it is, and how I revel in you, and how it carries to me and how it lights up my eyes, down…
Old London town
Old London town, from Big Ben and Parliament, to Buckingham Palace, to the murky brown fast flowing Thames, flowing endlessly from its source of Trewsbury Mead, with the start of it often disputed, but verified at the end. Then passing the Thames Barrier onwards into the sea, and out past Southend, to the Gherkin, to…
