beware sometimes

 beware sometimes 

beware sometimes 

if you save a lizard

it’s tail might come off

then what are your left with

but the thought ingratitude 

basking in the sunshine

eyes sparkling

considering

 considering 

this transient journey of existence

‘stardust we were and stardust we will become’

insignificance is a big word to swallow 

everything isn’t everything 

nothing is

i do so enjoy star gazing 

on a dark night of the soul

remembering remembering

 remembering remembering 

however old i get

even to the day i die

i will still be younger

than the youngest warrior 

who gave his or her life for me

in the great wars

a rough sea

 a rough sea

hard 

on shard sand

stands the end of summer 

harder than harder

the waves pound 

the west rock wind 

stumbles

jet black clouds channel

surf as white as icing

as the sun breaks through

churning it all it all too much 

is to stand braced

this way and that in

the ebb and flow as its anger

bites bites bites

wave-chasing gulls pull

muscles necked in flight

and what emollient could ever heal 

the bite of a wave’s bladed spite

answer me this

that next wave

could you 

finality

 finality

and not one prayer

to any one of the gods in the pantheon 

have made one blind bit of difference 

euthanasia of the species

sounds like a possible solution 

that is if there is a god

or even a devil 

or nothing at all

impussyble

 impussyble 

the cat

that wants my new seat

initially 

wanted my vacated seat

both of one of us 

is as dull as hell

rhetorical

 rhetorical 

do you remember

‘where were you when the world ended’

take your time

for we don’t have any

no one will be listening

           was anyone ever listening

to your answer 

rain puddle

 rain puddle

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amen

 amen

we sneak glances 

what the fuck does it mean

in the pews of childhood

smirking is complicity

in their mediocrity 

amenhotep

remembrance

 remembrance

their medals turned to buttons

fastening tight their shrouds

and silver fell the tears down

the silence of the crowd

armistice day

 armistice day

still these lean years ask

could i would i have died

would i have even tried

over the top

i know i would have cried

i do now when i have to ask

in my shortening years

why is enough never enough

will enough ever be enough

ever

Gower Walking Festival

 Gower Walking Festival

a summer that said what a summer it was

that stepped in the ways the days unfolded

down all the conversations brindled of

trees and bays and skies and breezes 

smiles as wide as the shift of an horizon

muscles as weary as the days were long

the garnered feasts as plentiful as the 

maturing of a harvest of adventures

un-aged un-staged un-expectedly just so

for it was   you know that   you know how it was 

and yes  how it will be on the other side of winter

when boots are dusted and maps unfurled

and butterflies settle upon a new path

as a new summer befriends us once again

and off we go on that first step   no after you 

my friend  my dear old pal

foodfrank ~ when the establishment visits

 foodfrank ~ when the establishment visits

the suppressed scream

in an anarchist’s narrowing eyes

dream on buddy  dream on

for we have got your gist

you just wait 

for justice is in our hands

and the clock is a ticking bomb

the votes for revolution canvassed 

by your premeditated digression 

apposites attract

 apposites attract

my cat is called sunbeam

she calls me food

we get along just fine

in the mirror of days

we answer to cuddles 

vigil’s end

 vigil’s end

hand held hand and yet you slipped  away

without a barbed tug on the stocking of longing

time stood still said time and again it stood

unable to move in case you came back for

something forgotten    like goodbye

here take my goodbye for i don’t need it now

it is too dry for anything other than to be put aside

here on the table with your …

but i guess you won’t need them either

now what

leaves for souvenirs

 leaves for souvenirs 

these leaves 

were the leaves

that left the trees 

that at one time

carried all the leaves 

that left the trees 

and what was left

but a tree blowing

above its leaves 

let’s leave it there

for it to must

as must it must

the red wine of autumn

soon

the white wine of spring

we fall bemused

by the sun’s short days

the moon’s blue tears

bequeathed to us

down all the years

all of these leaves

these trees souvenirs