I can remember him well A strange chap who always Carried a Bible in his hand He called himself a pacifist But he was the most brutal soldier That I have ever served with

I fish frequently But never catch a fish Because I do not own a rod

They die without controversy Not expecting the Zen moment Until it arrives All fish have predatory instincts Otherwise they would not survive Until that final moment of Zen

It is only when we forget All that we have learnt That we begin to know What it is like to be a fish

Of all wars civil wars are the most ridiculous Brother against brother father against father I have fought in many of these wars Some dating back to the sixteenth century I have been wounded killed or listed as missing During many of these insane conflicts But I have always written poetry The poetry of these […]

Dogs with distemper Pitiful Die aggressively In the streets I said to my German friend On our last night in Porto

I was collecting sea glass in Margate My time had been very well spent As I found many pieces amongst the shells The day was cold crisp and bright But it was not totally clear as clouds Had obscured the declining sun It was as I was leaving Margate That I noticed a fog bank […]

Joe lives in a nameless country Joe loves his country Joe dislikes the betrayal of his country Joe dislikes its leader Joe buys a rifle Joe climbs onto a high roof Joe assassinates the leader Joe is quickly apprehended Joe offers no resistance Joe pleads guilty Joe is celebrated Joe is in court Joe is […]

We either feel beauty or we do not feel beauty That is quite easy to understand A landscape can be beautiful A sunrise or a sunset can be beautiful But one needs to feel it to understand it The eyes can not be totally trusted They play games as conceptions of beauty differ My idea […]

Peter Perfect was at a railway station in India He was changing trains and had a long wait It was a noisy chaotic station that was humming with people Every so often a colourful express train would on horn Scream through the station at speed without much attention paid Peter felt anonymous and invisible which […]