August 13, 2019

As summer wind meets an autumn swell,

though leaves may cascade and litter the floor,

atop the foamy waves all is well

as each break crashes, they glide down the shore

and cry for more as summertime ends,

at one with the blue skies and rocksteady reefs

where shoals are born...

June 18, 2019

Under the watchful eye of the peregrine,

on Saturdays the bustling city sings

as shoppers from miles enjoy the surroundings

and the ale drinkers in pubs enjoy fine things

and toast to this fine city we’re living in.

Under the watchful eye of the peregrine,

no rural backwater...

March 21, 2019

The "everything is fine and will be better" poems, #1

Stars shining bright above you,

  Mammas and Pappas.

    If they feared the future

      would they birth you?

Would we greet you with mirth

  as your head breaches the girth

    of Mammas vagina,

...

March 5, 2019

Humble;

not easily ascribed to a scientist,

adjectively speaking.

Any man in need

of an insight into mansplaining

need only utter

a fluttering thought,

reasoned as it may be,

in the presence of a man

with a PhD.

Science;

the pursuit of the uncertain.

Its practitioners,

certain that...

March 5, 2019

Always the same,

the vain hope:

that the self-considered "experts"

might defer

to those in that same,

perhaps vain,

self-considered position

going by a different name.

March 5, 2019

Drops Felting Fever sale now on!

The website proclaimed,

A mere search for yellow and grey

Wool, became

Much more intense than previously expected.

Life before crochet,

Was a more simple existence.

Now just hoping for some consistency,

At least on the edges

Of my new yellow and...

March 5, 2019

Read more (books):

it puts a certain

perspective

on life.

Other lives,

lived,

never forgotten.

Easy, so it is,

to forget

what feels like

a modern day calamity

has happened,

repeatedly,

time,

and time,

after time.

What, then,

but to absorb

what will,

surely,

come again.

March 5, 2019

And there they descend, one and all,
to rob me of my wits,
defenceless, against their witlessness,
driven up the sea life aquarium wall.

And there they flash, despite the wall's
clear sign. Splash! The turtle's wits
vanished along with mine. What line?
Oh, don't mind me...

March 5, 2019

Last night,

a ship churned in belligerent waters,

tossing,

turning,

waves high above the bow and stern,

brown,

murky,

unable yet to return

to passages clearer,

onwards,

delinquently ploughed,

a hopeless dredgery

channeled within a channel;

no space to turn,

the ship,

set,

the only way...

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