My Poems

High expectation to conquer all
push to the limit never fall

All the things we seek to be
Are just entrapment never free

Failures just a taboo word
To seek perfection is too absurd

Look for acceptance from all around
When we chase the dream thats never found

The life we live defines us all
To just be me hear my call.

heart beating no longer
ribs are exposed
sunlight shines through them
shadows in rows

slumped on the sand
she’d broken her back
the end indeed painful
too late to turn back

The storm was to fierce
for this ship to withstand
no chance to recover
and slide down the sand

lost memories lost souls
on board have now ceased
remaining within
the clutch of the beast

With faces like our slept in beds
we drag ourselves out to our sheds

night peels back its eyelids revealing new day
we get the van loaded well on our way

empty roads beckon.mist hanging low
roll ups and resin out of our faces we go

Looe harbour is waiting for our motley crew
falling out of the van is the best we can do

into the cafe we stock up on fat
bangers and bacon, eggs and all that

down to the quayside our tackle we drag
bellies all bloated, still smoking that fag

Bonzo is waiting aboard his fine boat
is that engine running? or is he clearing his throat

Cornish is spoken by this fine little bloke
we’re blank faced and clueless about each word he spoke

set free from the mooring and off out to sea
rocking and rolling feels good to be free

stood on a box he looks over the bow
steering a course to where the fish are found now

clear horizons around us no land to be found
the gurgle of water the dominant sound

tight lines and sinkers expectant we wait
for deep swimming monsters to take up the bait

whooping and cheering we haul up our prize
a pound put in each for the biggest in size

time to weigh anchor and look at our haul
lying there lifeless,its a close one to call

gulls follow us home in hope of a snack
we fillet our trophies and throw the rest back

as land looms up larger and we slump in our seats
tourists on quayside our entrance they greet

the hope for a monster to emerge when we land
is quashed when they see what we’ve got in our hands

for monsters are rare in the deep raging sea
the closest we’ve come is probably me!

although not very scary or residing in hell
there’s no competition when it comes to the smell

we all stink unholy as we set off for home
a beer in the pub, yes, we’re stood there alone.

canvas awaits for feelings to flow
hidden emotions, time to let go
mind and body unite to guide sable brush
lost in the moment, no need to rush
coloured thoughts oozing from every pore
instinctive selection doubting no more
move with conviction across the expanse
mass pilgrimage of pigments run riot and dance
the bonding with image appearing to grow
expressing the feelings your trying to show
a moment in time held in a thought
unrestricted with freedom, approval not sought
what you now look at and can clearly see
is a window inside the soul that is me

standing watching
sycamores sigh
shedding leaves
now summers passed by

standing listening
swifts swoop and chatter
coming together
only to scatter

standing breathing
cool and fresh
misty mornings
goose pimply flesh

standing tasting
berries abound
going unoticed
most fall to the ground

standing touching
a delicate web
skillfully made
just with their legs

standing thinking
and wondering why
i look for assurance
from up in the sky

standing, just standing
i open my mind
this is lifes journey
there’s nothing to find.

standing quietly
in my own space
this is my refuge
i’m free in this place.

Copper and steel are what it would be
if not for the fact it looks like a tree

leaves grasping branches tenacious their grip
wind tumbling through them force them to slip

reflecting like coins they cover the ground
dropping like feathers not making a sound

sunlight is dappled on leathery skin
protecting the life force residing within

lost limbs have healed all over this tree
each scar left behind an elephants knee

The gates of the city have set us all free
lazily plodding down river to meet with sea
the gorge sits resplendent sunlit on green
suspended above us Brunels smile can be seen
widening river shrinking grey rocks
shimmering car bodies await at the docks
a sigh of expectance as we enter the race
the estuary galloping unbelievable pace
as the land slowly parts and fades into grey
we all cant believe that we are on our way
with clock like precision the engine beats sure
solid oak body built to endure
smothering sea murky and brown
its grip getting weaker the further we’re down
the end of the channel the sea waters blue
now we feel like we’re entering territories new
like adams apple sat there alone near the mouth
Lundy just sits there looking endlessly south
the sense of the history attached to this place
is hidden within expressionless face
a refuge for thousands supplying our land
protecting the sailors like gods mighty hand
a privilege to walk on land where the few
sheltered and rested from tall ships they crew
to ponder the secrets locked deep away
leaves one in awe…must return there one day

With arms wide open the earth awaits
Senses tingle perhaps to elate

Darkness blackens into endless rifts
Our lights pick out colours of natures gifts

All fused together as if to melt
On all fours we scramble each rock is felt

High up in the cavern drop pearls of light
Water falls like stars from misty night

Cool air sits and waits for breath
To move it on from its static rest

Voices rumble and echoes sound
Into infinity and then rebound

The journey up ignites spirit and soul
For the smell of the land is natures call

Emerging like newborn to breathe in fresh air
Is a privileged release from a place so fair

It is few who seek these forbidding places
The rewards are great, emotional faces.

It’s stillness conceals it’s speckled back
holding fast, never slack

silk weed shimmers with long green limbs
gripping stones where river skims

sunlight flickers with starburst flash
It’s stillness concealed, set to dash

emerging life takes it’s chance
residing within the silkweed dance

a measuring eye patiently waits
to move too soon, for all a mistake

knife edge existence, up on their toes
which will move first , none of us knows

it’s stillness conceals it’s wisdom and wit
while all around decisions are split

i cast out my worm in hope to deceive
but speckled just sits there sneering at me

a momentary blink, a cough or a sneeze
concealment no longer, move position with ease

to catch me that trout was all that i wished
but alas i’ve been outwitted, once again by a fish!

Smoke filled air and beer stained floor
Home of rebels conform no more

Iron horses sit at rest
Hairy chin holey vest

Rugged kinship sweat and toil
broken nails skin stained with oil

A tethered bull the juke box rocks
Its message strong rage unlocked

Through bleary eyes link arms and ride
No where to distant no need to hide

Sat right behind your girl awaits
Leaving behind a life she hates

To choose to be with common bond
Life long friends though some have gone

Looking back its plain to see
True friends for life their gift to me.

From atop this hill I touch the sky
Feel earths energy come alive

Pulling clouds with rythymic grace
Hands of silk quiet face

Filling heart and inward glow
Like running streams free to flow

Stillness yields to the pulse of life
Like sleeping dragons in still of night

All emotions bond like snow
Clearing mind let them go

With one I feel all around
Peace and tranquility here is found

Morning dew and hazy sun
a new spring day has just begun
birds wedge songs in gaps left by others
seeking new mates to become fathers and mothers

I step outside to greet the day
plumes of stale smoke drift my way
landlord standing blurry eyed in his door
his day starts with his face smouldering once more

A cough and a splutter as he slumps into life
with his fag taken outside
banished by his wife

An angry chainsaw lets out it’s roar
now both of them smoking
which one will make more

out comes the mower, grass to be cut
both are still smoking
except he’s down to the butt

Across to the paddock to start up the tractor
both are still smoking
but now noise is a factor

All that he does is neither quiet or healthy
to avoid all this carnage
one needs to be stealthy

Wind chimes, noise and all of that smoke
make all of my senses
curl up and choke

disruption is constant here in this place
as long as my landlord has a fag in his face!

Spirits dance where shadows fall
a fleeting breeze, a distant call
free of this life to come and go
the touch of the spirit is real I know

to know that our life is without end
is something to share with all of our friends
some may be doubters and some may just fear
but with patience and time their vision comes clear

all that we know and learn in this life
is that the spirit lives on with clarity not strife

so its peace that we seek and love that we find
when we open our hearts and clear out our minds

to know this is true, just stand and be still
looking inside, your spirit is real

Rising fire through emerald green
baring branches through mist are seen
ember glows in shafts of light
fading grip, soon to flight
glowing carpet knitting fast
shrinking days ,long shadows cast
conifers posture to take their place
while broadleaves rest their summer grace
hedgerow spiders, jewelled webs they spin
as winters breath is drawing in

Creeping grey the autumn sky
horizon lost and distant cry
standing still gulls wait for day
as waters rise and sail boats sway
close they huddle on shrinking shore
glowing light beyond distant Tor
rolling pewter the shroud unfurls
sunlight dances, shimmering pearl
with heavy breath and heaving sigh
waking sea and blue up high
roll we will on mirror glow
past Ness,still sleeping,shush! Tip toe
beyond the drone of waking day
we sit with gannets and gently sway
across the bay, gently drift
moving pictures, shoreline shift
when all around is clear to see
an inner glow expands in me

Curlew call through ghostly white
fog rolls in from silent night
slow we drift, alone and blind
direction lost, no course to find
washed out shapes emerge ahead
buoys to guide us, but which is red?
Mid channel mooring we now have found
tied fast and safe, not run aground
fish rising slowly, rippling glass
wily mullet or silvery bass
primrose glow through thinning veil
all around are raising sails
like arrows pointing they lead the way
we tag along into sunlit day
ahead at last the glistening sea
released from the river, it’s good to be free

I am the sea, I cannot be held
I am the sea, I cannot be still
I am the sea, I have no beginning
I am the sea, having no end
I am the sea, I cannot be pushed
I am the sea, I always embrace
I am the sea, I touch all that is
I am the sea, my reach never ends
I am the sea, listen I’m here
I am the sea

part the water with upswept bow
reed beds sway like a gathering crowd
resting gulls look on bemused
as we steal away with their night time roost
serpent like progress coils unwind
waders nod and probe, worms to find
flocks exchange in flight and song
compete for space the river long
blue skies ooze through steamy mist
awakened boats no longer list
like wagging fingers masts alert
swooping terns angelically flirt
flood tide creeps to cover sands
far reaching reflections, river expands
sleepy town and shrinking beach
blue horizon, out of reach
hauling fish off distant shore
wide open sea, breathe once more

Like cloaked figures with haunting stance
cormorants on pedestals, silhouettes enhanced
a stillness holds the morning air
a brand new day for all to share
rippling mirror we leave behind
as we creep down river, fish to find
many boats still lying at rest
bowing politely on our outward quest
misty dogs run the silent shore
birds again flocking to feed once more
the river widens with one great yawn
green hills fuse into one complete lawn
opening river starts to heave and race
fast changing currents quicken our pace
running the gauntlet of Exmouth dock
out to sea we pitch, roll and rock
expanding horizon widens it’s grin
coastline opens, diminishing thin
as the day starts to wake it breathes in deep
white horses prancing, no longer sleep
the funnelling river invites us back in
but chaotic the entrance,sink or swim
a sigh of relief the welcoming shore
a floatilla returns, wanting no more
up river we chug, to our mooring we sway
glad to feel safe and reflect on the day