To the forest

rising damp
steam and smoke
misty sunlight
like a faded lamp
gazing upon dead wood
covering moist soil
the earth breathing
through snugly moss
trees waving
wandering gust

I should go to the forest
I really must…

The clouds are crying

there’s no denying
the clouds are crying
acid rain
is here again
a polluted stain
on all our forsaken lands
whilst we hold our hands
walking into extinction

You sea I see

calm
and wide
you come
and go
with the tide
guided by sun
and moon
your vastness
filling in
the voids
the depths
connecting lands
you sea
I see
we connect
somehow
you
and me

Footprints 👣 in the snow

you absorb
my footprints
as they leave
an impression,
capturing them
in quick succession

a transitory imprint
sustains
afore your
graceful retreat
when the sun comes up
and turns on the heat

Continues drizzle

gently
steadily
drip drip drip…

I may
just have
another kip

Bipolar

M2 gay bears
were dancing on ice,
playing a game,
rolling the dice

The ice began to melt
as the heat was on;
all the love they had felt
had sunk and was gone…

My beautiful English rose

she
was born
with many a thorn
prickly
yet blossoming
in my light
not to clamber
over yours truly
much to his delight

holding reds
fragrant and fresh
she stands firm
with puissant pose
now stuck
in me
I embrace her sting
my beautiful
English rose

A Nonymous

A Nonymous
was a shy young man
who came up
with a perfect plan

bought a cabin
in the boonies
to keep away
from all the looneys

glued his postbox
shut the blinds
build a fence
and planted mines

he removed himself
from internet
and stayed at home
all day in bed

turned his phone off
night and day
and put a sign up:
“Stay Away!!”

Go with the flow

go with the flow
said one tumbleweed
to the other

let the wind carry us far
so let’s rock and roll
my dear brother

Can we go back

can we go back
a little
maybe a thousand years
when there were other fears
rough but pure
a disease
no cure
when trees
were green
and forests clean
all in balance
almost good
no climate challenge

can we go back

No more

No more petrol
No more plastic
No more transportation
No more farming
No more deforestation
No more fertilizers
No more drilling
No more garbage
No more ignorance
No more talk
No more humans
No more pollution
We need a solution

Slug trail

the mark
the trail
the path
it took
to stain
my glass
with slime
Sublime!

The freedom of a fence

with air
passing through
you stand firm
and often tall
a borderliner
exposed to elements
weather
and dog piss
sat
and shat on
by birds
you witness
all
suspense
excitement
and the rest
the freedom
of a fence

The sun makes dust dance

it does…

Happy Sunday!

Do not rattle my cage

“pet me little one,
but do not rattle my cage”
said the lion at the zoo

or I may eat you up
and turn you
into poo

Screen door

aluminium and mesh
held by squeaky hinges
welcomes
a gentle entry
of air
frequently fresh
oft carried
by a soft summer’s breeze
passing from porch to pantry
keeping bugs at bay
backing the back
and the front door
all seasons
night and day

ANES

More flies

more flies
fly in
than they do out

they must like head butting windows
what’s that
all about?

Seafill