Calypso and I have often travelled on the night express to Scotland We dine on the train and afterwards read in our sleeping compartment But I do not immediately sleep as I take time out to write erotic poetry My wife apart from sleeping quite naked has always slept on her back I watch her […]

Agnes Molens 15th March 1493 is to be buried in the Cathedral graveyard near my husband Henry Molens  Where did you get that information from Stan  From Some Chichester Wills 1483-1504 Will you write a poem about Agnes Molens  I have not decided yet Jane  Perhaps  It has been such a busy week 

I was in bed with  Nostalgia of Summer We had been there  For some hours  But we were not asleep  As the wind was howling  And it was raining hard  As an entertainment We each chose A Summer memory  Mine was when Summer dropped  Her coffee when running  For an already late train  Summer’s memory Was […]

I love watching you shower Jane  All soap and sweet smells  I love your towelled nudity afterwards  And your scrubbed clean appearance  In a short while you will wear your gossamer gown  And your nudity will tease me as you drift around the room  All I can say to you is it jolly hard to write […]

Something very odd happened to me earlier today  I was on a bus and saw  clearly into the future  It was not spectacular but quite ordinary  I knew that a car had been involved in an accident  At a garage that was about a mile distant  When we passed this garage  A car could be seen […]

You were so beautiful yesterday  On a day that you had no right  To be as beautiful as you were  I have ignored the people  Who consider that they should share  The paleness of your beauty  I have not given them permission  To walk along your narrow streets  I dream of their destruction  The sun is just […]

Only the dreamers  Can be considered  As the true assassins  They start revolutions  The rest follow 

The damp smell of autumn leaves  Fills my naked room  I am reading Du Fu  By the light of a single bulb  In the distance I can hear dogs  Barking with excitement on the heath 

After sixty years of misery  Toby Cox threw himself  Into the sea  He did not drown  As Margate Mo  Rescued him  He never attempted  To destroy himself again 

What do think of Those Were the Days   The Mary Hopkin song  Yes  I liked it lot  Why  Because it reminded me of my happy days  Are you days not happy now  Yes Stan but in a different way  Things seemed more innocent then  Less fraught with problems  I agree Jane but I liked Mary’s […]