standing
still
a lamppost
with a clock
shedding light
on time…
a 24 hour rhyme
Weather
Cold sun
the wind pests
by blowing
its morrow breeze;
the rays feel warm
yet I bloody freeze
Winter is coming
the end is nigh
winter is here
it may be cold
it may be nuclear ☢️
The rise of a new sun
the rise
of a new sun
at the break
of dawn
tries to squeeze light
through
my eyelids drawn
I try to resist
and turn
the other cheek
but I’m not ready yet,
I’m still
too weak
The scattered leaves 🍁
endearingly
by slow death
they fall
graciously
down
altered in colour
from red
to brown
from crying trees
the scattered leaves
Your stain
I am your stain
in an empty train
I have been left
by you
goo
and rain
Our demise
a dark descend
there is only fear
yet forgiveness
my dear friend
I pray
and put to rest
the beginning
of our end
Package holidays
package holidays
come with rain
nowadays
A pothole
a pit
created by traffic
weather
wear
and tear
gathers rain
this unpredictable pool
of tyre pain
housing an abundance
of grit
and grime
collected over time
an asphalt mole
in the road
a pothole
Empty road clouds
don’t let
an empty road
cloud
your judgement
Waiting in the wet
a woman
in the wet
weather
waiting
for a whistleblower
being watched
through a wagon window
by wondering
wandering eyes
why not…
photographer: George Natsioulis
Telephone 📞
often left
hanging
alone
wired
to a box
you used to listen to
many hellos
laughter
sadness
lies
and frequent goodbyes
whilst swallowing
coins
for money
used
and put down
you life saver
a sacRED shelter
in every other street
in town
~image by Simon Gradwell
First sun
first sun
what fun
no more depression
after spring
has sprung
april is here
flowers in gear
roses coming out
all the children
bloody shout
first sun
such fun
the rays are here
and the noise begun
A courtyard of stone
an old man
playing a violin
devotes
his melancholy notes
to the sun
a blue sky
and a few birds
passing by
whilst forgotten chansons
echo off the walls
of shut shops
beneath a plane tree
almost alone
he brings tears
and joy
to a courtyard of stone
Reigns of sunshine
always here
always there
with sovereign strength
illuminating
at great length
dominating heat
we can’t beat
much longer
the reigns
of sunshine
are getting stronger
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
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
2 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…
How snug
how snug…
a bare
bear hug
Slug trail
the mark
the trail
the path
it took
to stain
my glass
with slime
Sublime!
The sun makes dust dance
it does…
Petrichor
an earthly scent
nature’s perfume
natural
and fresh
comes with the rains
partly acid
awaking the air
and our mortal flesh
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
Snow
a virgin blanket
sewed with frozen powdered aqua
covering the lands
light and white
forsaken
at the hands
of the sky…
a soft throw;
I think it’s called snow
Dark grey clouds
through the small space
between my curtains
I can’t help but notice
dark grey clouds
slowly moving
and hovering
over leafless trees
I pray for more natural beauty
I am on my knees
Magpie
your screechy
raspy chatter
wakes me up
with querulous
clatter
harsh
shrieking
blare
I hear your racket
everywhere
outcry
rebel yell
before dawn
too early
false alarm
raucous piercing
repeatedly
to distraction
I shout BUGGAR OFF!
but get no reaction
You rock
you rock
my boat
but your storm
keeps me
from staying
afloat
Autumn is back
colder
are
the nights
fresher
are
the mornings
redder
are
the leaves
shorter
are
the days
and
f*ck knows
where I’m going
with this
but autumn is back
whilst I’m
taking the piss
Wet dream
I dreamed of her
when she woke me up
in the pouring rain
when I noticed a wet stain
and could not comprehend
why there was a tiny hole
in my brand new
thrift shop tent
Apocalypse Now!
Step right up!
Read all about it!
Apocalypse now!
Can’t do nothin about it!
All will melt!
The rest shall burn!
Join the cue!
Await your turn!
Forced
forced
we are
in this descent
called life
thrown into the deep
by mother
mean husband
or nagging wife
forced,
we sink
going under
almost drowning
afore we resurface
and drift
unpleasantly
frowning
forced
we float
serene and endless
on a summer’s day
until we’ve washed
upon a bank
to die
and rot away…
Drama of the Derbyshire hills
thick
low
mist
hovering
over the
low hills
and moors
expresses
depresses
the morning
like a covering blanket
of drama
smothering
early morning’s horizon
of the mystic peak
Time is carried
time is carried
by wind
that blows clouds
around the clock
of the tower
ticking seconds
and minutes,
endlessly,
counted
by the hour
The rain
it’s here
it’s back
the endless
pissing rain
relentlessly
beating down
on me
here we go again
Groovy tracks
grooves
grooved
by turning wheels
sculpted carvings
amongst engraved heels
tracks
tracked
in sand ‘n blubber
left stamps of memories
by treads of rubber
Wondering wellies
well
worn
wornout
wellies
were
wondering
where
William
went;
waiting,
watching,
whispering:
WTF!
The fly and the vandal
the fly was crying
as he knew it was dying
behind glass it was stuck
sheer out of luck
caught in a greenhouse
didn’t know what to do
he just had his dinner
after feasting on poo
the heat drove him mad
made him tired and sad
head butting the pane
messed up his brain
there was no exit
that he could see
till a stone broke the glass
and he was set free
delighted and relieved
the fly flew away
grateful to the vandal
who tried to hit him that day
Friend ship
all a bored
friends
afloat
up shit creek
rocking a boat
hunky-dory
another story
at close quarters
of former glory
Carbon die oxide
a plane
flies
the environment
cries
we keep
on goin
and everyone
dies
The wind
never ending
never still
always present
here at will
Pigeons
I don’t know how
I don’t know why
but
rats with wings
keep flying by
Clear de lune
spotlight
in the sky
enlightens us
periodically
methodically
shining to aid
the ones that have stayed
after the sun departed
the bright night started
our evening lamp
I see it dear
clear
de lune
Tickitts please, tickkits!
mucus
messed
stained
seats
crap
wrapped
door
trapped
papers
paper
cups
junk
rattling
grinding
gears
doors
open
no one
appears
cold
damp
draft
air
everywhere
too cold
stories
told
bo
cheap perfume
mixed
fumes
fumed
smell
feel unwell
oh well
crowded
standing
holding on
no seat
bloody heat
odor vents
my gents
heads
down
faced
to mobile
cellular smile
20 stops
stuttering gears
appears
late
pale conductor
waggling
wobbly
frail
on stale
train
exciting
reciting
again
and again:
Tickitts please, tickkits!
For what it’s worth 💵
for what it’s worth
we shall destroy you,
perhaps,
gladly,
sadly,
Mother Earth
Breathing curtains
slowly they move
dancing to breeze
created by draft
they jive with such ease
this old pair of curves
hung to disclose
still got the moves
and elegant pose
Message in a bottle
message
posted
coasted
over
out
into
the sea
took part of me
with it
absorbed
by the waves
my behaves
by currents
into the deep
with the flow
it will go
and
perhaps
be found
by you
hopefully
tomorrow
to make you smile
for a while
I shouldn’t have married an Eskimo
cold
were the nights
in a hut
made of snow
as a nudist
I suffered
and had no place
to go
I froze
my balls off,
my crown jewels
were gone
so I pinched
a bear skin
and sneaked off
at dawn
Northern Quarter
The Northern Quarter
good for starter
abundance of food
a stomachs’ marter
in smoke of Piccadilly
hipster’s grace
what’s the score
with this amazing place
Mount Neverest
I can’t
carry
your baggage
on my back
yours and mine
as I have my
very own
treacherous hill
to climb…
Particles of dust
particles of dust
carried by air
twinkling
in the light
give me
inspiration
when I aim
to write
In the sun
in the sun
I may find
my peace
to unwind
natural d3
all free
all good
excellent for me…
Prickly skin
prickly skin
itchy
scratchy
don’t know where to begin
stung by sun
pinned by sting
brought out by heat
even on my feet
white turns to red
lumpy bumps
I toss in bed
wishing I was dead
Empididae
dancing flies
do their loopies
under blue sky
these twirly groupies
they make my day
when they wander
squander
meander
round and round
they dance to light
these happy creatures
make my night
Abusement park
bloody cues
you wait in line
stood waiting since bloody 9
for a kid
I spent a lot
lost all me money, I kid you not
bloody spent
all day outside
froze my wrinkled goosebumped hide
ate cold burgers
and saggy fries
shared unwillingly with stinky flies
the yelling and screaming
made me deaf
almost needed a bloody ref
wanted to go, not bloody stay
when does it end
this dreadful day…
Not his vamp
“I think I’m in love”
the blind man thought
not knowing what to do
yet he kissed the hairy gal
before she uttered mooo!
he stepped into her homemade pie
which lay there warm and damp
barefooted came
to realise
the cow was not his vamp
Church bells
bear clinging metal
reveal secrets they hold
through centuries of ringing
their stories are told
as bells witnessed
life and death
from first cry
till our last breath
Trees
absorbing rain
sun and air
rooted to soil
feel no despair
leaves grow slowly
open to the sky
residing silently
not wondering why
gracefully observing
not in a hurry
they stand in peace
and never worry
Don’t fall in love with me
don’t fall in love with me
said the wasp
to the bee
but you can still
call me honey
if you let me sting you
periodically
on a flower
when it’s sunny
🐝
Crisp
crisp
is the new born
dawn
on a fresh
winter’s lawn
as frozen mist
covers
the lands
with pure white
reflecting
the peaceful
art
of a slow
rising
innocent
start
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Hot legs
damp
steamy
thighs
stand
firmly
on
a
misty
mellow
meadow
whilst
the big
orange sun
heats
the green
underneath
the mare
gazing
on
a frosty
autumn morn
after
a new sunrise
is born
Manchester
all is grey
all is bare
cloud and rain
in eyes despair
yet hope for sun
brings back the smile
I may just linger
for a while
Fern frost
white
frosty
flowers
on my windows
shapes of
icy crystal art
I gaze at
it’s creative
drawings
which look
so cool
and smart
Flying rats
oh pigeon
oh pigeon
thou art beyond
any religion
picking
poisoned
evil food
where i’m sat or where i’m stood
on my head
or on me knee
sit anywhere
you want to be
Bloody weeds
bloody weeds
bloody weeds
they bloody bleed
like bloody blood
between bloody tiles
it bloody feeds
on bleedin seeds
I’m on me knees
pulling
scraping
amongst bloody beezzz
summer’s breeze
sun and rain
I won’t complain
I’ll endure
the greens
the bloody pain
Witty Words 