The poems that will appear here over time will cover a variety of subjects and will certainly highlight my emotional connection with people and life. I am not ashamed of this.
You can find other examples of my poems in an online archive. The archive is for all and if you ever want a personal framed copy of something that has taken you then please contact me.
Colour in my garden
It’s an escape I know to look out upon a tranquil scene,
My seed is set, I grow from the warmth of mother earth,
"Tippy toe smiles"
Taking a walk, arm in arm or hand in mine
It’s been cold and dry this winter, covid still adds a little to the darkness.
But first light comes a little earlier now and spring bulbs start to muster,
A pleasure to the ear, a reason to cheer, for the door on this winter picture may still be open but it’s only just ajar.
It produces a draught, or, an air of drought, perhaps dread, that an east wind blows, bravado shows, from little men who never seem to know, when an ego is blown.
Best to settle instead for a warm bed, cosy clusters of two or more, coffee shop smiles, walking the dog days, they are in many ways, the strength and sun that keeps us sane.
I see the people of courage and care that have feet firmly on the ground, not ivory tower pretty pollies, who could not care, just parrots to their parties, they have no bloody clue, thank God they are few, but they carry enough mess on their political shoes.
You must have us as fools but only you are the gooseberry tools, for you stir the ingredients that make a perfect summer, drought, and discontent.
Send in the clowns, what did you expect, they like a good party, both on and off set.
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