The Poppy

Poppy came and said hello;

There were no other fellow

Red tops to sway in unison,

In the breeze, in June again.

Just one single solitary,

Lonely, lively, little poppy.

I said hello to the red flower;

And spent much of that hour

Listening to its silent song

Unaccompanied by a throng.

The hour waned and the flower

Flamed as if alive with blood.

Then it sadly waved goodbye

In that late afternoon mud

Of muddled, mingled death

Where trenched corpses breath

Ceased and

Breathed no more.

Bicycle Rusting

Bicycle Rusting

Fat ladies kayaking,

Flags a fluttering,
Surfboard sitting,
Lifeguard lurching,

And a bicycle rusting with nowhere to go.

Fat ladies sinking,
Old man viewing,
Clouds a coming,
Sea's a summering,

And the black lady's munching an apple.

Sea breeze singing,

Seagull a bringing,

Sand a shifting,

Salt a sifting,

Spokes a rusting,

And a bicycle leaning with nowhere to go.

Essix Gails

Essix Gails

Who are they?

Chloe Goodman who is not
Lauren Goodger who is not
Gemma Collins who is not
Gemma Arterton who is not
Charlotte Rampling who is not
Nikki Grahame who is not
From Essex but Watford
In Hertfordshire.

Or so she says ...

Memory Is A Curl Of Smoke

Memory Is A Curl Of Smoke

Memory is a curl of smoke amid the wisps of life;
Memory is the winds that blow; memory is a wife. 

Memory is the glints of sea reflected from the sky; 

Memory is the thought of she who never sighed a sigh.

The colours contain our friends; contain our loved ones; 

They glow with each intake, breathy groans that bemoan 

And bewail, swiftly, in an uplifting rush! Now quietly gone;

Sounding aloud the silent song of fast approaching sear ~

Of burning, burning, burning sun!  

It's Not The Same Anymore

It's Not The Same Anymore

It once was but is no more,
You said of our beloved city

That day we spoke from afar.
I said: 'Tis a pity! 'Tis a pity!

And true; so very true.
I shall never return.

So alien and blue,
And now I learn

It resonates with neither
Me nor you.

Why did time efface and wither
London of the few

Who made it swing-a-long
To an upbeat song

As cameras clicked
And hearts ticked

So merrily; so merrily?
Fare thee well, Chelsea!

Adieu, Holloway, Highgate
Hill and Hampstead Heath!

Goodbye London Town!
Then we put the 'phone down,

And never again
Spoke about its end.

We Made The Chamber Sweet

†

We made the chamber sweet 

With wreaths and a rosary,

And the coffin sweeter 

With flowers in which you lay;

Such remembrance shall not 

Grieve us as it might. 

For every glorious sight 

Brings such a lot.

More especially this day

Marks when innocently

You entered the world, 

And we remember thee!

I Awoke One Morning And Found Myself Famous

I Awoke One Morning And Found Myself Famous

Everywhere there was talk 

After the headline read: 

Does a wampyr walk 
Where others fear to tread?

I sighed:

"There would be no going back. 

The die has been cast."

Alas!

One cannot stop
The vox pop.

Like the dawn, I awoke
That sunny morn,
Before anyone spoke.
Before my first yawn ...

Famous!