Saturday, 12 November 2016

..........A SINGULARITY.......:.
A START......AND......A STOP:.

Monday, 7 November 2016

The End

as there is an end then
to you and me.

So must the Cosmos cum
to a close.

N O T H I N G

lasts forever,

and ever, Hooray!

Because it is special!


              

Saturday, 5 November 2016

It is here

It is Winter here; 
now the fires are burning,
and the black cat chased away.

Sun is close,
Earth on a tilt
as it's nature prescribes.

My ears went num,
walking for medication,
Mohammed, the chemist, and I
shook hands to aqaint ourselves.

I told him about the herse,
laquered tires and comfort;
the 'running man' in black doused by the rain,

mohammed's assistant told me " it had cancelled it's self out".
The black cat, and I stopped worrying!

A month and a while away,
the snowdrops will be out,
and I will set my mistress to paint.

A start of another year
on the Christian calendar,
and Mohammed accepts this.

Snowdrops? In urban spaces of green,
the young have not a moment to loose,
as the solitary Grandfather clock has it's
Weights balanced yet again

and Earth, The Earth prepares
for another direction......:

Monday, 10 October 2016

Another Poem then

                LAP IT UP

5 A.M. ;
Animals of Forest,
to the side,
of this Northern landscape
I hear;
are quiet.

Some hibernating,
some will have to hang on in;
Quite and Dark,
no Wind.
A car,then,
on The Aways; Why? What? At this hour?

Through open 
attic studio window,
hear nothing now.
This is my Home then,
Northern Domicle
Freshening!

An Orbit;
A long Sommer.
EARTH
has turned the corner?
I accept the change,
another season then!

So!
They are rubbing
their hands!
The Utility Company.
And will lap it up!
For some time.............:

Thank you Google and fellow 'Californians'.

Wednesday, 5 October 2016

And Autumn

............Some trees;
leaves already a hint of red,
.............yellow and brown.
Bristle then in the Breeze.

Green is the Conker
with a spike,
Children
back to school !

Merchant traders Make
a Mint,
out of that.
Mothers spent.

And an old man
takes an irish coffee.
To remember days
of lifting stone.

Of Crayfish Caught,
from a Beck...........: