Daily Archives: 14/06/2015

Where Are My Socks Of Yesterday?

Where are my socks of yesterday? With their sweat, grime and dirt- Wait! Stop – forget the shoe Find them, for me And when you do, Shake them at the face of Fate- He feels no pain, he sees no hurt.   Sing loud to me, human soul Sing loud, and hard and proud Sing…

In Dreams

Staring up, I glimpse The fading echo of a sunset grey Melting, between the layers of an August sky. Watch! A cold, cold Welsh town Screams its last breath In one last goodbye- Listen! From sunny beach to rainy bay, listen- Hear the songs of seagulls ringing To the bird’s loneliest cries. You can hear…

Paris – A Sonnet

Paris is the eyes of the French la belle; Hers sparkling with the might of moving skies, To rest on slight shoulders and wide canal, Where strangers dance and kiss and dread goodbyes. Here, churches grow tall and smoke cigarettes, Watching white fountains flow in and flow more. Her smile blooms and bends thin but…

Black Harbour Skies

O, how black is this wet heat, That draws the sweat from my bones! Quick, find me a lake I can jump in To soften these humid tones. I swear, in this heat, you could Rain black on the sidewalks and Pour the straight man out of his suit. Into his welcoming hands Feel the…

Why, I, Are.

Fainting into the back of the room exchanging looks a ranting of gloom, pained and and hanging in the background setting the survivalists methods are all pending this doom, horizon is  an image of blue light breaking over hilltops, like clouds crashing as torrent of waves falling over in the sky, the roll is a…

The robot of practical love.

IT unfolds on all four sides like flaps on a cardboard cube, and from the center a sprout shoots out made of glinting silver and metallic gold craning high up into the clouds, its base is a platform that grows broad and spreads, its symmetry explodes in origamic conclave legs, the splinter at  center sends out a satellite shaped…