On the spectrum
frightening, baffling
those are people,
people people
faces
scarey faces.
What is behind?
What is inside?
Masks, masks and movements,
movements and words.
Fear, being afraid
of people.
Nerves jangling
more than nerves
very much anxious.
Words and movements!!
What do they mean?
What does that mean?
and this mean?
and that mean?
and the touches which are bad-worst of a...
Thursday 6th November 2014 7:48 am
Risky business
The messaging boy rode his bike hands-free
past the house where the man slew his parents.
Oblivious, the boy was hungry for life.
The man was hungry for death.
It's a risky business having children.
They do dangerous things,
cycling helmet-less along busy roads
both hands and both eyes
on the fascinating phone.
They do dangerous things
like knifing you
repeatedly.
Those children.
...
Saturday 25th October 2014 7:52 am
Life is boobytrapped
You brush past a bush,
it ambushes, scratches you, you
hardly notice it, it
gets septic,
death follows.
The sniper picks out you, you
are the unlucky one, one
of the others could easily have been, been
shot, shot dead, but no,
death follows.
Life is boobytrapped.
It's a minefield, any minute, minute
germs, viruses, bacteria can invade, invade
through the tiniest crack, crack
t...
Sunday 17th August 2014 11:43 pm
Hills in Lakes... but how many?
When the sale fell through,
Carl Side put his yoke and pike up for auction
At the place with the green gable
on the longside of the High Street.
"Let's start on ten," said the auctioneer, a little man.
"Five", said the grey friar.
"Too low, pike alone is worth eight," said the auctioneer.
"I'll raise you twenty," said an old man.
That's a high raise thought Carl.
"I'll raise another...
Thursday 31st July 2014 11:14 am
The cost of fascination
When the falling corpse
Extinguishes the flame,
The Moth or the Candle,
Which is to blame?
And who is to blame
When both have been used,
When each trusting heart
Is mangled and bruised?
It cannot be helped.
Each Siren must sing.
The needle points North
And Hope must take wing.
Those made of iron
May skirt round the fact,
But you can't ...
Saturday 31st May 2014 9:06 am
Ancient Chinese Proverb
I hear and I forget
I see and I remember
I do and I understand
Na
I hear and I do not listen
I see and I forget
I do and I just might remember
Friday 30th May 2014 11:06 pm
The Woman of Hoy
There must be lonelier graves
than Betty's
but few
and none lonelier on lonely Hoy.
Up there in the heather,
miles above the sound of sea.
Betty Corrigall.
Walked into the waves with no wedding ring.
No sacred vows,
just a sacred foetus,
but was rescued,
Saved.
For what? In a community that talked of salvation
but shunned her.
Finished the job a little lat...
Thursday 8th May 2014 3:02 pm
oo i ow
Do you know where Hoy is?
Heard of the Old Man
(back to him in a minute)
But do you know where it is?
The Orkneys.
God's backyard.
A golden place for our silver wedding holiday.
Caught the ferry to Hoy,
Wanting to see the Old Man,
As you do.
No sign of the hand of man,
old or young,
in the wild windswept centre,
just the road and the heather.
And then some cheery, elderly ramb...
Saturday 12th April 2014 2:23 pm
Whispering
Whisper music in the orient wind.
Dress vision in a gown of purple.
Smell needs in the shadows.
Let pink urges sing honey,
Hot language sweat black diamonds.
Play the sweet moment.
Eternity is raining raw gifts.
White time is a mad mist
Above the lake of moonlight,
The ache of swimming in skin.
Whisper sweet music in the orient wind.
Monday 31st March 2014 11:54 pm
Being not very good at lots of things
Ah
Hmmm
Yes
Ah well
Hey ho
Whoops
Damn
Tut tut
One day
Hard work
Never again
At least
A bit rough
Details
Nearly
Could have been
Almost
Close
On second thoughts
Just a bit
Oh dear
Darn it
Never mind
It doesn’t notice
You can’t tell
Not really
So that’s how
You don’t say
Of course
Well well
Next time
Plod o...
Monday 24th March 2014 12:37 pm
Surely not!
Even doctors die, priests sin
Embalmers rot, acrobats fall.
Runners limp, sailors sink,
Mathematicians miscalculate.
Clowns cry, farmers starve,
Opticians squint, pilots get lost.
Therapists crack up,
Firefighters burn themselves.
And occasionally,
Just occasionally,
Very occasionally
Poets write rubbish.
Wednesday 19th February 2014 5:02 pm
If
If life is a slalom,
I've hit some sticks.
If life is a puzzle,
I've missed some tricks
If life is a maze,
Found some dead ends.
If life's about pleasing,
I sometimes offend.
If life is the peaks,
I've found a few valleys.
If life is a race,
Oh dear I've dallied.
If life is a dance,
I'm clumsy and static.
If life is a song,
I belong in t...
Tuesday 18th February 2014 9:17 am
Women are also....
...out there, outhinking, outwitting
Outstanding, outshining,
Outspokenly outrageous.
Outclassing, outplaying, outperforming.
Out of jobs they ought to have
Outrunning, outmanoeuvring, outsmarting.
Out shopping for outfits.
Out of their minds.
Out on the town.
Out of sight gorgeous.
Tuesday 28th January 2014 5:56 pm
Women are....
~~incontestably, inexpressibly incomparable.
Intractably inscrutable.
Indiscreetly in on each others' intimate secrets.
Intrepid, independent, individual.
Infinitely ingenious interior designers.
Indisputably, inexhaustibly, indecisively infuriating.
Insanely indulgent, incorrigibly inquisitive.
Incalculably inconsistent, inalterably intransigent.
Infernally incommunicative, indubitably in...
Monday 27th January 2014 11:51 pm
Tory Attitudes
If you have to ride a bus
then you aren't one of us.
You're a loser
If you are on benefits
in our world, you don't fit.
You're a loser
If you've lost your crap pay job,
don't expect us to sob.
You're a loser.
If you're not rich or Brit
then we'll treat you just like shit
'cos you're a loser.
The losers are a problem,
the losers are a pain.
...Saturday 18th January 2014 1:21 am
The Shop of Days
He went to the returns counter
in the Shop of Days
and asked to bring back Tuesday.
It hadn't worked well.
He thought it had been oversold,
overpriced and over too soon.
If they wouldn't take it back,
he would see
if days were obtainable elsewhere.
A place with a good returns policy
for the disappointed.
She went to the returns counter
in the Shop of Days
...Friday 17th January 2014 12:13 am
Building and hiding
God the extrovert
builds Saturn.
What a show.
What a show-off.
God the introvert
hides, slips away.
Slopes off.
God the extrovert
builds marvels, peacocks, eyes of flies, crystals
maybe because he/she can – they look great
but then
she stays holed up
still hiding.
God the ultimate extrovert
builds the whole fucking amazing universe
then
...Friday 3rd January 2014 8:35 am
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