Long Anorak Poems

One day a placid platypus was playing in a kitchen. He had discovered that there was often much to sort and much to sort was often much fun. Other platypuses did not realise how much...

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Things

Things . . . 
Things?
Things!
Just ordinary
Things.
Familiar Things.
Everyday Things.
Obvious Things.
Even trivial Things.


Things seen
Front on or 
From an angle.
Things glimpsed.
Things touched.
The smell 
Of Things.
The feel 
Of Things.


Things?
Yes just Things.
But all Things
That remind 
Me of you.
Some Things
Cause a...

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The snow mobile stops and sinks to the level of the snow, no more to go
Which way do I take for shelter the sure or the maybe
Deciding on a surety hoped the 200 miles was...

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In his green anorak
With a red bobble hat
He was sat in the midday sun
He was looking so glum
Our dear teenage son
Such a look on his face
For the last place on earth
He wanted to be
Was a...

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As an aperitif to understand the essence of thought
Blood of a young tortoise touched my lips
Seldom as it is - pure ichor – I whisper’d in a trot
Let me get drunk on it while deifying...

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©
Dear Past, Present and My Dear Future

Wearing a coat 
Or call it an anorak
Through the rain he takes his steps
And on the road he walks
A hat to cover his head
Like an armored personnel 
He is...

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SARTORIAL

I went through my clothes the other day
Yes, some are well-worn, others quite new
They represent styles from both extremes
Living, or once lived, a varied life it seems
Can one assume identity from such a view
Maybe clothing...

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Dark black thunderclouds are covering up the azure sky
I know rain is just God’s tear drops falling from up high

I hear the pitter patter of rain as it falls on my spotty brolly
But I don’t...

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The can that still defines the man
Proffered skyward like some masterplan.
A trophy of those glory days
When youth was king 
And dreams obeyed.
This same old street
Those same old feet
That echoed to the anthems beat
And led you...

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NOSTALGIA  FOR  SCOTLAND.
 
Scotland - wet summer afternoon: 
Marketplace cats hide under wind-whipped stalls. 
No weather difference from November to June :
The marketeers pull tight their shawls.

Gritting their teeth against the gale,
German linguistics...

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End of November, the temperature's dropping,
the windows show first signs of frost,
gloves tied with string to the ends of coat sleeves
to stop them from both getting lost.
Name label sewn into Anorak collar,
the owner being easier...

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Several days of agony; 
Last night...almost doubled up. 
Moaning in pain.
Even through pain killers. 

Phoned dentist: Appt. at 2.40...
Timed it badly. 
Started out; it was raining. 
Had to double back and change. 

Was almost late....

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Tell me friend 
How best to paint a woman
Brilliantly colourful and extremely fastidious
Who is an African princess
Blending aggression with femininity
And radiates grace, charm and suppleness
The marks of womanhood
A woman who bathes in array of candlelight
With...

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Dream On!

Clouds hang low today covering the ridge,
if I drive up there on my bike I can hide in 
a steel blue cloud and people will say:
where is he? Him! He is trying to find...

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Anorak, gloves, a scarf? Well, I’m not sure
I’ll need the weight of winter outerwear, 
if sun’s included in your offering.
No matter, you’re the beach! I will inhale
whatever weather breaks, skies - clear or grey.
I’ve missed...

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