Long Saragossa Poems

“A La Larissa” perfume has appeared!
The fragrance of it is great and neared.
It’s just for your elegance and intelligence.
It’s not for the masses!
It’s for the women in the evening dresses.
It’s for the ladies of extra...

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As seen in the mirror 

Oh, I’m not done yet, when young I was dense because I could 
not see further than the now, old age will continue  
even when I drown, sucked down...

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To love the self 
My neighbour has four small dogs in the night if they hear 
a cat they bark to protect their owner warning the unseen 
enemy to stay away. The dim dogs know...

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The mist makes you see far.

 Driving home, it was late after a clinic visit
the mist hung heavy over the valley that looked like a different landscape.
I might as well drive in Bhutan, a place...

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The sea ghosts

The first time I went to sea as a mess-boy, it was on an old ship.
It took two days to find my seaman's legs and take a look at my surrounding.
The crew didn´t...

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seafarers’ paradise

seven men drowned 
when a ship sank under gigantic waves
seven weeks later 
they appeared on the Island of Saragossa
where singing shanty is forbidden

but seaweed is served in 7 variations
by a female ship cook, the...

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Sea life Remembered 
Tropical night with extras added on like moon and stars.
I stood by the railing dreaming as the ship tilled its way
towards Jamaica, jet black sea but the transient furrow 
the ship made...

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The Mighty Fall

I fell through the night under me I could see white crested waves
of the sea and there was little I could do to stop this freefall,
it took 3 minutes to reach the unforgiving...

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Alfred on an Island

I got a phone call a rusty voice said he was Alfred,
But you are dead!
I know, I know the voice told like it meant nothing 
I`m at the Saragossa Island you said...

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Saragossa Sonnet  
There is a place in the mid-Atlantic an island made of sea tare 
and the mist never lifts sea and storm avoid this island 
that in the middle has a pyre that...

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Saragossa Sonnet  
There is a place in the mid-Atlantic an island made of sea tare 
and the mist never lifts sea and storm avoid this island 
that in the middle has a pyre that...

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The absolute Faith 

It is so long ago now I might have had a hallucination
I had a day off at my work as a cook at a tourist hotel.
And biked to the bay that didn`t...

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Odd man out
 He cuts a lonely figure
Only he isn’t.
Avoided learning the language where he lives
To avoid tittle-tattle.
He is a failed poet too.
Rancorous and silent
But does smile and say thank you a thousand times
As is...

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Horizons 

I sit on the verandah look at the sea no ships in today
open view until the horizon after that, on the other side
there are new limits 
I have seen many horizons, some of them...

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An Echo from the Sea
 This old ship rode the Atlantic swells like 
a swan in a pond and her crew were dead,
perhaps not at the time, but they are now,
generations of sailors boarding her,...

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Homeward Thoughts

When I see the white jet stream of an air carrier
high up on the blue sky that wholly cloud,
like a grazing flock of sheep
I think of the country up North, I left so many...

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Friday the thirteen

Is the day when ancient sailors meet in silent jubilation
on the island of Saragossa, they walk to the island’s highest top
and when the fog lifts, can see strange ships out there
ships full of...

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A Sea Dirge

I once saw, where the horizon ends, 
a ship ploughed the sky. 
White tears on pale blue, 
I saw the waiting darkness; 
I knew, before any others, 
it would be a starlit night....

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When old sailors go 

A seaman sees death as an ocean of tranquillity
 no storm will upset his raft he can safely sleep
Through the ages of time, fish can swim, whales
Blow a rainbow fine, and...

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An inert tarn


In the pond of pleasant memories, a duckling paddled
like an unwanted thought of a spring wedding in Brussel.
Flat stones skipped on the pond in the night, quacked 
refused to spit out half-chewed toothpicks...

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