Harrier Poems

Women are the womb 
And the backbone of society 
So in this women's season
We celebrate how we came to be 

When I look back in history at the many women 
Who have come and gone 
And the impact they made...Read More

In the Druid tradition an inspired Bard was said to possess "bird's knowledge." Druid shamans would dress in cloaks of bird feathers to perform certain ceremonies, and divination would be practiced by observing the flight of birds. In trance, the...Read More

This is a poem about one of our endangered birds of prey, the Marsh Harrier. 

Dancing in the air 
moving to an unheard tune 
instinctive steps 
laid out 
under the summer moon. 
never to be seen on stage 
nor laid...Read More

So we were in need of sudden blaze
to seizure the darkens with naked eye 
reason your distant shape
and trace origin astray

With bear fields of coal still untouched
bunglers of dirt beneath the frosty hem
as heavens kneels struck by ahead 
with brightness...Read More

When I was young and lived with mum,
We’d wait all year till July come,
We’d pack the car and drive away,
To Mablethorpe on holiday.

It wasn’t flash and hardly slick, 
But those things aren’t the things that stick,
When you think back now...Read More

I was sleeping and dreaming, silently screaming, while violently weeping And mildly feeling that I was honestly grieving I was quitely greeting my anxiety's breathing It was wildy eating at who I was... I could see through the mirrior he...Read More

MILITARY    NAMES


Names are chosen to suggest aggression;
Anything smacking of peace is for suppression.
Soviet subs are Typhoons not Seabreezes.
The USAF  flies  Eagles, not  Robins
And it’s a Tomcat,  not a Tabby cat, 
Real men fly...Read More

Spring appears on slopes and catkins are in full bloom
The spring is born from depths of winter like child from a womb 
Like soul lifting the essence from winter’s icy tomb 
Like wind whispering the meaning of life like fire...Read More

It’s time to board the Aircraft Carrier
You are welcome to step inside
Flying like a nitrous boosted harrier
That’s zooming down a greased up slide

The destroyer lurks on the horizon
We ready the poetic torpedo 
In time for our dramatic liaison
Which will increase...Read More

The sun shone spendiferous as a shiny new pin on a vetrans lapel 
She stood on parade for our lazy remarks... of such a fine day
As we slid lazily, contentedly (should be a word, i think) downhill past ducks dogs...Read More