The bilious yellow sun appeared tonight

I think I’d rather have electric light!.

In summer all our days are very long.

If I go to  early bed will that be wrong?

I wake up thinking that it’s breakfast time

It’s only 5:00 a.m. who is to blame?

Last night I got arthritis in my hand

Dihydrocodeine tastes extremely bland..m

At last I went to sleep despite the pain.

I kissed my poppies in the pourinf rain.

I wish my brother Paul was still alive.

A photograph’s no use on Google drive

He liked to have his wife nearby all day.

But when he cursed and swore she ran away

He was angry with the world he often cried

Jesus Christ, God knows why you have died

Bloody hell he shouted at the door

I have three sisters I don’t want no more!

I did his Latin homework without  fee.

In other words I helped him out for free.

Never cross my mind to ask for cash.

He thumped me even but me, that was rash

I knew that he was very sad and hurt

With a brother it’s just wrong to flirt.

He died and I’m sad without his voice

Conversation is my love and  choice.

He took me on the tandem to the lakes We got there very quickly, no brakes!

I got the knock at Carstang coming home.

We got onto the train no more to roam

What adventures brothers can design

Never turn one down if you have time

The geese have moved their flight path to the East
I miss the  gladness of their graceful wings
And wish I were a bird and not a beast

In the river, they have had their feast
While the sparrows watched and gently sang
The geese are gone, their flight path’s to the East

Seeing their grace at sunset gave me peace
The  natural  world such beauty to us brings
The wish I were a bird and not a beast

North East London’s  cut up by the Lea
No  bridge destroys its power, its currents sing
The geese have moved their flight path  further East

The geese do not  make nests  in a  tall tree
But dwell upon the water  like the swans
I wish I were a bird or honey bee.

As the infant  wisely grabs and clings
So the geese will fight  if threat descends
The geese have moved their flight path to the East
Oh, to fly at sunset  with the least

 

 

 

(however good or bad my poetry has been or is now it has been a marvelous experience writing it.)

Autumn’s coming,geese fly by,
Autumn,rust,red,gold,so gay
Drystone walls edging fields.
Apples gathered,holly berries
Flash so brightly,look like flowers
Sun shines sideways,shadows long
Of trees appear.I dwell among
Woods where gentle beeches sing
Swaying with the sideward wind

See their roots, all intertwined.
Feel their geometry in your mind.
Look up now into the sky,
See the V formation high.

Geese fly home at end of day.

My heart is moved by patterned dance
In this peace and great silence
My mind widens like the sky
And in this moment I would die,
So I could stay with this still vision
Of geese set out on autumn mission.

Snails in rain pools slither near
My feet upon the terrace here
Yet how swiftly life’s destroyed
When blind foot steps into the void.