Month: September 2016

Mocking the steady running of the hour.

There exists within the eternal mind A place where dreamers rest, I have known and walked with those dreamers, Long before we were put to the test. Now withered arms reach out to the sky, And old men walk shorelines dark, Something somewhere listens, And gives my hope a spark. (At this point in the poem I decided to stop…

Walking dinosaur 2016

Woke up this morning, that was my first mistake, the radio making a sound like a wild cry from the caves of the Syracuse, interposed with thundering drums penetrating like giant spikes in my ears. Decided to take a walk, got to the pavement only to be attacked by cyclists bent on human destruction. Finally made it to the local…

Oh to be in England

Oh to be in England now that I have a bus pass and prostate problems. French public toilets attract the flies and I caught Salmonella in Israel. Flying in aeroplanes to me is like saying, “Look you have got a cold but, what you really need is a shot of Malaria!” I vow not to travel more than a mile…

Doom Town Gloom Town

Doom town gloom town do anything you want town, Go Down Stay down Get up but, keep down. Strange handshake, on the take, career psychopath, takes a bath In doom town gloom town. Everybody walking minding their own business, People dying people crying. Doom town, Gloom town. Do anything you want town. No one cares; everyone stares, straight ahead not…

Dull Window

Shaken from sleep I see strange shapes moving, figures on a landscape that is no longer mine. Old ghosts on wise shorelines, innocence and evil walk hand in hand. Dead to the picture I wait at a blind corner where thinking solves nothing. Dark edges call me to shelter and diverse ways seem to offer hope. I wake to this…

Some thoughts before sunset

Before the sunset, the rich greens on summer meadows show out their wonder, and then the twilight hour calls in the cattle to rest, and in sleepy barns tired birds roost where the nightingale’s song music’s the moon. My world is now traced by a million sunsets and my history darkened by unfulfilled hopes. There will be more dreamers tomorrow…

The road from ’63

A Cottage stood at the edge of time, where a woodland path led us to England, green in glory, where twilight hour gave us silence and safety. I find ashes where we once skipped through the merry bliss of young springs. Oh wonderful England you gave us hearts at peace, Bluebells chimed silent chimes of waking to mornings of welcome.…

The lone thinker

You heard it said about, ‘the fool on the hill’ nobody and nothing in this world really cares. ‘be kind to yourself,’ an old friend used to say, ‘nobody else will, will they’? Down the decades I have thought about those words, their truth and their deep penetrating pain. And now a constant succession of days plays out on my…

Bill and Patsy

His tender hand caresses Patsy, the wife of seventy years; Patsy knew she was loved then, at that time at that place. All the love in the world was theirs. Thousands of hours Patsy and Bill had together, in that wonder world of togetherness that love made good. Bill would think of Patsy as he got up for work on…