Eagles spy from eyries

Gods chess from mountain tops

Bears, big cats and oryx

Source Pandora’s box

Haywain that’s idyllic

Triptych that is not

Encryptions in Cyrillic

Seed psychometric plot

Aim at decoyed target

Twist and turn, process

Syncopate the message

Cover coded mess

Devil’s in the detail

Expands to fill the space

Gaseous and elusive

Pipedreamed power race


Distracted, Abstracted

skin of papered onion 

peeled in pen and ink

as doodles crossing virginal

help me mull and think

with layers of lined abstraction

in markings freely made

thoughts and things I’m dreaming of

when words remain unsaid

while radio goes rambling

through the contours of my mind

in each portion printed pattern

discoveries I find

glassed in red libation

smoked in embers’ flames

onion’d contemplations

melt with those I’ve named

mid musings in a mindset

that meet where two lines merge

diverging while perceptions

collide and then converge

as news holds deep disturbance

tangents here to there

while my pen reacts to everything

in words I cannot share

One Mile For Me

Do a mile for me when you’re out running

I feel like I could smash a mile today

My blood is up, the wind is only sighing

Do a mile for me, what do you say


Lift your feet o’er puddles I might meet there

Watch out for country pancakes in my path

Work a healthy sweat up, but not much, dear

What’s your problem, why, Frank, do you laugh


I think that I can do it this fine morning

If you’re willing to endure an extra mile

Or give me one of twelve that you’ll do laughing

It’s my birthday, darling, go on, make me smile


A mile is nothing to you, that’s a doddle

And I would like to do just one today

So, go on, promise that your trainers

Will pound one out for me, what do you say


Splendid! That is just what I required

Affirmation that, in this ripe year

I can run a mile, if you are willing

So, do your stuff and I’ll be waiting here


Bounding over burns all overflowing

Leaping over hedges like a doe

Hurry up, I’m just exhausted thinking

Now, give’s a kiss, before you have to go


My coffee’s getting cold and I have chocolate

Pending by me side and urging, eat

Run a mile for me but don’t be back late

I’ll need to bathe my aching, running feet


I feel so good this morning, an elation

Fifty-seven seems, somehow, just right

To exercise my legs, imagination

One coffee at a time. You know, I just might…

Remembering Synthesis


You may find yourself believing

That all life begins from here

A cradle of commencement

Day’s new birth

Till you pause and, on reflection

Consider yesterdays

Weighing up those gone

Their value, worth


You may find yourself remembering

A tenement, a close

The black and white of film

And simpler days

A mangle turned by mother

A Humber Hawk dad drove

A skipping rope

And all street games you played


You may find yourself regretting

Words and actions you still own

Though they’re gone, they form

The discs of growing spine

Were they karmic then and now

Must you measure luck by them

Or dismiss them and develop

Like fine wine


You may find yourself a-chuckling

At some antics from the past

The giggling with sisters

About boys

The changing of your body

As you put aside old clothes

And give away to younger

Favoured toys


You may find yourself reflecting

On the choices, chances gone

The ones you took

The ones you let go by

And wonder at how different

Your life would maybe be

If you’d been brave

Instead of stunned and shy


You may find yourself in stone-age caves

Tracing fingered walls

As you think about connections

To the past

Witness to a wondrous bang

That started all your days

And wonder, on this stage

How you’ve been cast


You may find yourself manoeuvring

Chess pieces on your board

Permutations pending

While you mull

Losing self in options

To evade and hope you win

Then elusive thoughts result 

In army stalled


You may find yourself forgetting

Why you took the road you’re on

Why you came into a room

That actor’s name

What you had for your lunch yesterday

Where you put your keys

The title of that book

A song’s refrain


You may remember earlier

Second line of this long piece

‘That all life begins from here’

And so it does

If we can still remember

Who we are and where we’re from

And give credence to

The synthesis of us

Sands Of Time

Grains came and chased and chafed and gathered hinter

Reforming, as the desert lands, they grew

Shaping each new landscape, spring to winter

Changing ways we’d known, creating new

Grading and abrading roughened ridges

Coarse to smooth, they worked, to redefine

Refined the contours, excoriated edges

Rasped and grated, painfully, at times

Teeth gritted, so determined, how we travel

Blinded by the storms that befall here

Through sands of time, eroding, it unravels

In storms, that always settle, thus we steer

Almost Missed

Did you see them, as they passed

In hazy gestures

While they waved and saw solutions

That we sought

While we wished upon the dreams

That they remembered

And gave the lie to nightmares

That were nought

As we feared, the maybe, this day

Or another. The, Armageddon, could be, do or die

The, does this matter, really, in the long run

Are we living truth or mimicking its lies

Did you hear them sighing, gesturing the futile

Oblivious, we were, while they observed

Noting our stupidity and judged us

Discerning, we’d forgotten how to serve

So, they gave us chances, chances, for the long run

The time and time again, time to prove

That all that we’d dissembled, we’d remember

Inaction changed, by motives, they’d approve

We had the chance, we saw, they saw, agreement

Tentative and fragile, though it was,

We fought, we lost, we won, we started over

And found a reason, found a purpose, cause

It was a moment, lost and gone forever

Pivotal, we knew, but not so well

As usual, in ignorance, we perished

Save few, small few, who quietly, they yelled

Into a void, inhabited by visions

Who see and saw, advised but were dismissed

Who tried, as if in vain, recall, remember

One life, one love, one purpose, we have missed

The Precious Touch

The texture, more important than appearance

The feeling, more appealing than the look

The facets of quality, as measured

Like the content of a treasured, well-read book

The touch, far more impressive than the visual

Though first drawn by sight alone, ’tis not enough

The smoothest, gliding surface when encountered

Convinces more than coarsened, crude and rough

The elements, attractive in display case

Cannot be chosen till character is felt

In life, as in the study of the gem stones

Intrinsic value known once precious held

The Work Ethic

We hunted, gathered, tilled and sowed, survival

Dependent on our effort and the climes

We bartered, took a share of coin and market

Reaping our reward, we hoped, in time

We salvaged time from torment of the workplace

Pretended a career was proof of life

Perhaps we could not work, or did not want to

Found solace in a different sort of tithe

Tied, by sufferance, to someone’s profit

Ethical, they say, and we’ve believed

Count your blessings, minus tax and years lost

Was there another way, a just reprieve

From semblance of salvation through endeavour

As if the scales were fairly balanced by our weight

Calibrate and calculate our worth here

Else work until we’re dropped at pearly gates

Retrograde the progress, no solution

Conclusions for the workforce, colonies’

Ants, upon a mound of blue-green orbit

Breed and work and die, unethically

Fighting Shadows

Do veins take on new colours, shades and shadows

Absorbing spectrum’s range as multi-hued

Muted, harsh, spectacular or mellow

Bleeding into consciousness till true

When courses plasmic liquid in exchanges

Breaths of capillation, calm, serene

Does dreary darkness vie with light in stages

Concur as cancer, out of sight, unseen

Inseparable companion, undercover

Ominous and partial to disguise

Unaware the host, a mother, brother

Living, breathing silence with each sigh

When veins resist the rainbow, embrace shadow

Pray light into the gloaming till it flows


If you pray, please pray for my eldest brother who, for the second time, has had a diagnosis of cancer. He will be undergoing surgery within the next week.  He has the strongest of spirits and has fought his way to life through major health trials over the years. My heart aches for him that he has to fight once again. Thank you.x

Daring Destiny

we travel now

across much

clearer waters

the depths

once dangerous

when still concealed 

what was hidden


far beneath us

is seen 

more treacherous

reviled reveal

we navigate

not unknown

with eyes open

what is spotted

noticed in the past

surface tensions

terrible and tremulous


to accommodate

hold fast

the journey

of a lifetime

still the stormy

epic little ways

with tiny oars

but many hands

to steer

to clear

all deckhands


at their stations

while they roar 

the way is way much


than the rations


to inhibit


till guiding star

gave credence

cleared the waters

ahoy! me hearties!

dare your destiny