A Rhyme in Time
Good looks once possessed are now depleting
For the beauty of youth ’tis no more than fleeting … More A Rhyme in Time
Good looks once possessed are now depleting
For the beauty of youth ’tis no more than fleeting … More A Rhyme in Time
In a chap like you it surprises me one person be so devoid of qualities Did nature or nurture that make you this way It’s impossible to definitively say And hard as I try it is simply the case That positives in your favour I find little trace Just how does a person become such … More The loathly Laddie
New tales beckon from the year to come Lay the old days to rest with the year end sun laughter and memories remembered reveries A candle lit and a glass or two raised To old friends lost or simply mislaid Lets meet one day and recount our tales Of madcap adventures and lost holy grails … More N.Y.E
Its only in the last few years that I’ve begun to enjoy poetry, as a youngster it never really resonated with me, but time changes all things even my appreciation of poetry. More than anything else I found that poetry made me think and question and sometimes to imagine that I might even understand just … More Poetry
How footsteps crunch on fallen snow A flight somewhere out of Heathrow The sounds of a train on far away tracks Favourite tunes stored on my mac Tonic and vodka 40 percent proof The clatter of rain on an old tin roof A beautiful woman with a glint in her eyes An Athenian gyros with … More These are a few of my favourite things
My eyes grow weaker with the passing of the years and yet somehow I find beauty in the smallest of things where once I raced by. The voice that once boomed has grown less insistent, my ears better at listening, I learnt to recognise the fool & the sage Wise enough now to see them … More Growing Older
Fifty eight – am I really that old The very idea leaves me quite cold I refuse to be wrinkly just wait & see Botox, colonics & blue pills for me Getting old – bollocks to that Receding hairline I will just wear a hat Hair grafts, massage, yoga as well Ageing process – It … More June 25th
The way she danced on a summer evening The shape of her fingers, traced by mine Those eyes that sparkled Perspiration mingling The peace of early morning, Her breathing a song I lost myself there.
The wife with a fine beard is a greater prize than a herd of camels & gives a sweeter scent. The cockerel sings each morning and worries not if there is ghee in the kitchen storeroom All lathis come from the tree but never has one given good fruit The bullock carts … More Old Indian proverbs that never were
heels clatter evening pavements laughter echoes wine glass chimes lipstick smears collars & cheeks red rosettes on tender necks egyptian cotton dreams rhythm of breaths morning salty tears coffee kiss goodbyes