Fish Poems

The sun peeks out in a shy way,
Unsure whether the day is to be cool or warm
Pink clouds parade their truth in a dark sky
Appearing fiery as a well stoked campfire

The dock is silent; not a peep.
Fish slumber in cold...Read More

Our life is made up of milestones,                                 ...Read More

            Your just paranoid!
          I can’t trust any body
           Said...Read More

A happy go lucky guy was he,   
until the "thread" of bad health set in.      
As the many years passed by,            ...Read More

Death knocks
 I’m stuck in the bog land of poetry
 Trying to make a small manuscript of thirty pages.
 I have reached 29 pages, but all seems so futile
Words I have written before keep cropping up
I can’t endlessly repeat myself.
A...Read More

Sumptuous suggestions straddle stagnancy
Summoned by engaging pages
Susceptible skulls imbibe vibrancy
Surmounting latitude notion ravages

Authors serve smorgasbord swathes of research 
Reading's pizza fuses flavours opposing
Issues investigated, valid views aptly asserted
Essays stretch perception, anomaly concepts provoking

Unfurling knowledge tunes recognition's accord
Rhizomes capacitate vertical fronds...Read More

This world can be a hard cold place,                                ...Read More

I am the Flame
Red hot and dancing
Never the same
Sparks skipping and prancing 
I am the Flame

I breath like you 
Wood keeps me alive
I give you a clear view
Of what’s in the dark 
To help you survive
I start with a spark...Read More

Reality is something you rise above,                                  ...Read More

Genesis One


In the beginning God
First words in Genesis
Created Heaven and earth
A perfect work was this.


“Let there be light,” He said,
And darkness fled away.
So God created day and night
And that was the first day.


Then on the second day
The waters did divide
God...Read More

These are the stones
that ground nails and sharpened talons,
they have slid under mountains of ice and fire,
have been polished by the glacial dead.

The stones endure now in layers of motion and stillness,
some are wind-tools shaped by a tireless chisel,
other’s glint...Read More

At the rim of the reflecting pool
the water bristles with morning light.
Slowly it emerges from a depth

of primordial murky browns 
and greens, as though it and its watery
world had just been created. 

Its reddish-gold scales and ghostly 
tipped white tail...Read More

All things can tempt me from a poet's craft,
Some efforts never get past first draft,
Sometimes I search for a subject in vain
(I don't want to trot out that theme again!),
Since TV is so abysmal today,
A rare good programme can tempt...Read More

Can you come out and play today?
For we are older now and need not fear if we fall in the water.
For no one would dare to say a word
Should we come home with mud in our hair.

Let us once more...Read More

Jettisoned to the skies upon finned wings of a flying fish,
I sail the nimbus of inspiration,
 to worlds beyond infinity’s placid caress.


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I am dead to many, a few are dead to me.
I am not forgotten      
by girls in green silk sarongs,
(though those also might be dead,
or dead to me,
for in my dreams 
they still pour me...Read More

Cyrus...

President of the country, 
not like any that came before. 
Or... Like any that will follow. 
Standing in the gap between the flood, 
and the waters of eternity, 
threatening to consume the weak, 
kill the innocent, 
and feast on the...Read More

Among the muddy water, the shadow of an obscure wanders,
He wants something, but he can't say it.
Her body lies among the deep stems,
And no one is looking for it on earth.
Her white legs were home to fish,
And thin hands live...Read More

I am tired of not being hugged,
my owner moved and left me behind,
searching for a roof over my head,
dreaming of a soft and comfy bed.

I'm singing the alley cat blues.

One time I was pampered and ate like a queen,
gourmet cans...Read More

Oh what a beautiful day                                   ...Read More

Here we sit all cold and wet,                                 ...Read More

The path of the righteous man

Is beset on either side

Of the torrential river rapids

But i have all the horses on my side

And there are no more fish left to eat

Since the water turned into blood

To be fed upon by a...Read More

A feathered clutch once bewailed –
What can a sparrow do
in a sky full of raptors?
The red-necked puckers’ won’t arrive
until blood smells like copper pennies.

She was only one winter old,
cried a fuss-bucket booby.
Begone crone.
 croaked a plumed strutter.
A fish needs a...Read More

Guns blaze while bodies pile high
Somewhere you’d hope 
They’d be done with the lies
The ones that are talking
they don’t wear the vest
they’re just some more fodder
who hide with the rest
Don’t chain your soldiers
Those who hunt in the dark
Its them these...Read More

From Russia with love

Russia is a strange and great country, not quite in Europe
and not quite Eastern, they react to mayhem but seldom
intimate it; for those who are history less they won
The brutal war of 1940 and 1945 by breaking...Read More