Poems

My poems have come from extraordinay passions. I suppose I am a passionate person. I cry, laugh, swear and feel pain and happiness all in the same breath. I find the life within me is hungry for experience in any form. So I have not avoided pain or the wonders of pleasure that have lifted me to the promised land. So here they all are – my poems – my life – my love in its may forms – and my visions of the highest.

The Cloud

Clouds can be amazing things to witness on a clear day. The enormous distance between them can sometimes be so marked it give you a real feeling of immensity and distance....More

Quietly Entering Lives

I’ve been painting windows, Up a ladder, In the street where Mr. H. lives. Its his house That Ive been working on, In a Bristol side street. And each day As Ive worked Ive watched the people Of the road go by....More

Planes

Living near an airport in Australia reminded me of bees circling back to the hive, heavy with honey....More

Morning

Twelve cockatoos fly swearing and shouting at each other In the warm air - dropping and weaving, Lifting and rolling through the sky, Making the waves washing over me - Waves of sound, of movement, of being alive. Then, along the path in the early morning A snake ...More

Mexico

He asked me this silly question, ‘Was Mexico good?’ I said to him, ‘Good’ What do you mean, ‘good’? ‘What happened in Mexico picked me up and shook me. It threw me on the ground and made love to me. Then it left me alone and I cried like a child. The mountains skirting Monterey opene...More

Melbourne Bars

Writing about the busy buzz of city life compared with the wonderful heat and quiet of an afternoon in Melbourne....More

Kin

I know I wrote this poem, but what is said in it is so deeply true to me – close to my heart....More

It Was A Quiet Day

It is in times of quiet that one can get a vision of the connections we often otherwise overlook. It was just a drop water falling from leaf, but the immense conncetions were abvious....More

Enmeshed – Merging and Emerging

One night under a moonlit night sky I walked out into the desert, wondering what the hell I was doing. Yet there were strong ties to the place and the people....More

A Stand of Trees

When I first moved to and lived in Wales I used to walk a lot. The welsh valleys, the rivers and waterfalls were a constant pleasure. This poem is about one such walk....More

Whose Pussy Are You?

Of course, this is not about a cat, but the vagina. It is bit of humour telling how every part of us us tied up, imprisoned or manipulated by a commercial venture....More

Where My Stallion?

I suppose we all get lost. I do not mean in the city or the world’s thorughfares. One gets lost in the awful fantasy of beliefs and thoughts, or fears and dreads. If you could only find your wonderful stallion, you could be free....More

What is Born this Christmas

In avisonary experience I lived the original Christmas. And in that relivng I felt so deeply that the holy child was every baby born....More

Wayside Flower

Nature gives us such amazing instruction as to who we are and what capable of. So in wayside flower I see resurrection....More

Watching Nature Groan

Have you ever looked around and wondered what sort of influences you exist in the middle of? Look here and see if you can recognise them....More

Waiting

So much of our time is spent in waiting. When I started writing this poem I was amazed at the various times and situations in which we wait....More
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