Best Chink Poems

The light is coming and I wish you well...

Behind the running, running man the land
Lies silent, fallow, haunted by the cry
Of one lone mourning rook...

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I left my home, the world to roam
it’s been now twelve years gone.
From a boy to a man
was a dreadful short span,
as I journeyed to...

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It was dark in the Air Raid Shelter
Water underfoot
Candles had long since extinguished
But the battle raged  all night

Mrs Brown
She's the nosey one
Had peeked though a chink
Sky...

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Silently you smiled from far peeping me
Smiled silently with mind of lonely 
Smiled from far seeing me
Peeped through the chink of door 
You’re looking what...

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You are my warrior.
The fighter, my own.
Let me be your armour,
And never outgrown.

I cry for you, warrior,
Or one day I might.
If you, gentle lover,
Are called...

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The ones we love will fly away, 
Nothing here is forever to stay. 
The sweetest lives shine bright and short, 
Or boats that sail at...

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Love Is The Force 

Love is the force that gives us strength 
when everything around us turns to dust 
Love is the flicker of a...

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MOMENT

But how long does a moment last
Perhaps a second, or more if sad
That instant that comes and goes
Much shorter than la vie en rose
A brief...

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O sing to me of Luskentyre's white sands,
sing of the distant Hebrides,
and in each note I'll hear the whispering wind
searching the machair in a soft...

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The Chinese tend to take the long-term view.
They do things differently in Old Cathay.
A thousand decades, almost to the day,
have come and gone.  There’s...

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Come 
with 
a 
smile, 
come 
with 
a 
wink
Come 
to 
the 
land 
of 
pink 
pink 
pink

Imagine 
yourself 
as 
a 
pale 
pink 
fairy
wearing 
an 
earring 
that's 
a...

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One day, on a sudden whim,
I started a sponsored slim
In an effort to get me trim
And raise funds, for our ‘Hospice’ of much renown
Things were...

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The Summer of Nineteen Sixty

Lying on a blanket by the loch side on a summer’s day
I close my eyes and listen to the quiet.
I hear...

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The Waxing Moon and the Wind

The winter wind tears at the throat of night
like a fair weather friend. 
Once, breeze born seeds had nourished
the ripe...

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Horse's, goat's ,the herb's and the hen's, 
A picture of the idyllic blend.
A handsome chap at this stage was he,
A prouder man there could not...

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