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  • Garage

    I can sea the sea from the garage on the hill   I can see passing trains from the garage on the hill   But I cannot separate truth from fiction which concerns me

  • War

    Wars never end Only the dead See the end of wars

  • Glass

    I recently left an empty glass On a wooden table Outside of an inn In Haworth West Yorkshire   I had no real choice As I was strapped for time This was not typical of me And I have yet to get over it  

  • Dream

    I had a silent dream During the night So I turned the volume up That was my biggest mistake

  • Change

    Someone once said to me that the only thing That does not change Is change itself That does not change Someone once said to me that the only thing    

  • The Rime of The Ancient Mariner

    At least once a year I wander down to the beach Usually on a cooler day As I am given the space that I require   Whilst there I read The Rime of the Ancient Mariner In its entirety   I have not completed this friendly task So far this year As I have pretended […]

  • The Tyranny of My Radio

    I am beginning to hate My Radio As it chats incessantly all day   I do not have books or a television And am forced to listen to My Radio   As you can guess I am in a cell A cell of my own simple design   When I close my eyes I can […]

  • The Owl and the Pussycat

    The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea    In a beautiful pea-green boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money,    Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above,    And sang to a small guitar, “O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,     What a beautiful Pussy you are, […]

  • the return

    Viola ##### Viola Anna I have been up all night You silly girl Things will work out No I have been working on a mathematical problem Whatever for Viola do you notice something Yes there are no time pulses Six is a perfect number but what if prefect numbers did not technically exist What if […]

  • Bus Shelter Poem (2015)

    Today I explored the early autumn lanes The trees had not really turned Even though the ninth month Was nearing its inevitable end   I sat on a rough wooden bench Which had views distant Towards the darkening sea   The spruce and limber yellow-hammer  In the dawn of spring and sultry summer  In hedge […]