Long Acclimatised Poems

The Pelican 
such a comical clown
A stranger bird 
I’ve yet to have found
The longest beak
The  largest mouth
Though not too many
Here to be found
St James’ Park London
Where a trio can be seen
A gift from Russia...

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a 1 2 3 4 is not a 1 2 1 2 nor a 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8....ok then hum....x
A house trained duck could run amok in even the most tightest...

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On a planet light years away

I found myself face down in alien dust

I knew not how I got here

The dust was fine and bright yellow

It stained my clothes and hands

I got up and started to...

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If I could breathe back life into one
Archimedes would have to be the one
And not just for fun.

Inventors to fill a need is what we need
Not ones that serve no need except greed.

Archimedes once re-acclimatised...

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The restricted heart 
                    shrinks bitter and remote, 
punishes the spinal watchtower 
with ghosts of tunnel...

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Dusty musty air hit me as I open the attic door. Turning on small torch, I pause whilst my eyes gently get acclimatised to the dim light. Brushing away the long cobwebs which hang from...

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SPRING

Each and every year I am surprised
As winter finally loosens its cold grip
Maybe by now we’ve seen the worst
There’s doubters with lips still pursed
Who think warm days are just a blip
Yet will slowly become acclimatised

Full...

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