at first they were grazing in the greensward of the vale then further plus gradient over that dale later somehow they managed to acquire passports many sights their eyes saw on their extensive world tour then apparently they went all over the place they plodded through time they ambled through space yes throughout existence with a moo they didst roam but in last night's omen the cows came home forever ...
contemporary poetry
the poetry
pen check pad check all hands on deck ink check Petr Čech treaty Utrecht Quebec Aztec discotheque chicken neck madness cay sera add words et voila ...
little sprinkles of evil
little sprinkles of evil should be practiced everyday like throwing stones into unsuspecting rivers swapping 'round traffic cones chuckling all the way or getting off the bus a stop later than you paid for having pushingitly rang the bell or informing a drayman that your real name's graham & then gradually you'll inch slowly closer to hell x ...
grey matters (other version)
there are bits of whitsuns daydreams foamy moments shaving cream there are intermissions crevices edgy head land precipices there are glimpses of past lives like aristotle nell gwynn's cousin irwin rommel & there are draining times plus energies then lemon trees memories x ...
always gorse
there's always magic meadows the hedgerows rabbits & hares mountain & brown this valley forever in any weather & then of course there's always gorse ...
24 owls
yes some are blatantly secretly flemish whilst others hobble-plod like that 3-legged dog which you pass some mornings or occasional evenings some supplicate cress some cling to the ceiling the darker ones they're hell folk they're born with 13 elbows further some last a second some stay for the week then some have swollen glands & others wandering hands - yes every day's unique ...
pillar of the community
i'm a pillar of the community the council named a bus stop after me to honour my extensive good r.e local charities then in 2012 a special luncheon was held where the mayor shook my hand - DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM? ...
the punch & judy man
mother used to warn with the sterness of a storm 'please stay away from that punch & judy man yes - by all means be amused by his swazzley domestic abuse but never-ever-ever accept sweets from his hand or take him up on the offer of a lift in his van' everyone knew really ...
offerings (how to try)
offer your plans to the warm blue hands of confusion let it nurture them let them feed off its odd let it nestle them let it be their god then put this faith in the obscure things & the details like moss & lichen on a post an opaque stain on the dog-shelf the many traces of utmost & the rest should look after itself ... (author notes; dog-shelf is slang for floor)
people change
I used to feel obliged to write haiku so now I don't bother for the very same reason & I used to rest my faith on the Queen as head of state yet now I dream of regicide & valid acts of treason. People change x ...
resarf poetry 