Swathe Poems

Moonlight is not merely the stuff of romance,
Fortunately there for the vital kiss,
As the infatuated lover takes his chance
To be with his love in a moment of bliss -
Moonlight can give more than a silvery glance,
It can cut a swathe...Read More

The contours cascading from the higher Himalayan slope
hold me, the upstanding cone of jade, a coniferous pine,
gilded in gold soaked from the swathe of glistened snow,
turning to mirror of flakes, flushed by dawn’s yellow sun.

A coat of cinnabar I get...Read More

Mega-wealth you seek, let me decide,
Ok we’ll trade, work out a fair price,
Sometimes I’m quite extortionate,
This special case, maybe very nice.

Depends weather, you please me,
Better be good, for the exchange,
Though take great heed, in advance,
Never am I duped, or shortchanged.

Cannot...Read More

Whistling wind plays flute in
orchestra of air
where flying on music
birds in blue share.

Music flows rippling in
broken heart in despair
as stillness swathes soul
with bliss so rare.

November 26, 2019
Contest : McWhirtle Me
Sponsor : Charles Messina...Read More

If I should reach out, will you take my hand,
and hold me ‘til I reach that promised land?
Will you stay with me after tears have dried,
and close these lids the moment I have died?
Might you remain for just a moment...Read More

A butterfly you float in my garden at sunset,
Amber silents, daylight violets.
From behind the shroud of hesitant mind’s layers
Custom stares.
Through the surging gale flapping your wings’ flair
Love comes here,
Proclaiming the tenet that unveils the truth…
Love is where there is caring...Read More

Was it a reproduction
Of a Rothko in a book resting on his lap,
A swathe of black sky over 
A grey sea, perhaps, 
That triggered it.
He recalled pictures of
Brutalist concrete bunkers and silos,
Sinister dark steel ramps,
That carried doddlebugs and V2 rockets.
He...Read More

Best hide your daughters, had a haircut today
No guarantees though with this stunning display
Masculine and suave
Cut such a swathe
Of charm and elegance, a study in grey!




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Tourist Trails

Savouring the swathe of Southern England;
orchards, oast houses, open fields,
cliffs with caverns camera-worthy,
splashing sea and salty cooling breeze,
well-trodden trails, treasures from history,
hidden hostelries, houses of refreshment.

The descent from the Downs, dropping slowly
to moist meadows where men once toiled
among heaps...Read More

Hide your daughters, had a haircut today
Causing mass hysteria with this stunning display
Masculine and suave
Cut such a swathe
Of charm and elegance, a fabulous study in grey




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Hide your daughters, had a haircut today
Causing mass hysteria with this stunning display
Masculine and suave
Cut such a swathe
Of charm and elegance, a study in grey




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blueness in depth sense
around dark green nature
butterflies flying on flower to flower,
worms, maggots, snakes, birds
swathe it as for their living palace,
its mountain of world

dropping, dripping tears
from its genteel head,
oh; its crying, poignant yelling
falling as fountain
by seeing chaotic universe!

wanderer wonders of...Read More

Aspire to disseminate inspiration
Respire to ameliorate affection
Mire fires and spires of misinformation

Contribute to spreading care
Distribute love to play fair
Develop attributes with plenty of love flair

Seek to provide answers
Hobnob with love dancers
Fight and blight social cancers

Break backs and stacks of malice
Build...Read More

Hide your daughters, had a haircut t'other day
Causing mass hysteria with this stunning display
Masculine and suave
Cut such a swathe
Of charm and elegance, a fabulous study in grey!




...Read More

Lady, let me send you bouquets of flowers
As you awake when love greets you good morning
To share and declare an interest in the precious hours

You and I hope to invest in the opening
To a conversation, a consultation to break the...Read More

Hurry not, tarry not, worry not
For life yours to live, yours to squander
If you slot the wrong plot
Swimming with a groggy gander 

To plunder the best resources life offers
In the best years you enjoy
Banking and investing in companionship coffers
Bereft of...Read More

ANGELS’   BREATH



Yesterday there were none;
And it’s as if God suddenly 
Woke the angels and said,
“Let there be dandelions.”

I can’t resist the urge
To leave the woodland path 
And swathe through their bright petals -
A thousand yellow smiles swaying in...Read More

The story behind this poem
The curiosity of many of my readers (many of them women) was excited in my previous poem ‘Passion in Black and White’ POTD 6 March. They wanted to know more about the ‘Magical Tree’ and Café’...Read More

Last POTD for the year - 31st Dec 2017

An eagle spirit conquers storms of adversity,
like a silent soul floats amongst the sky's artistry.
Soaring higher, ascending further from perception,
free from judgemental realities of deception.

Through silver rippled clouds glimpses of sun’s projection,
people...Read More

An eagle spirit conquers storms of adversity,
like a silent soul floats amongst the sky's artistry.
Soaring higher, ascending further from perception,
free from judgemental realities of deception.

Through silver rippled clouds glimpses of sun’s projection,
people- hills and streams merely blurred hued perfection.
Cocooned in...Read More

Veiled under a sheer red silk cloth,
She lay naked for a while.

An hour to dawn, 
Breathing in the darkness,
She hopes to again be born.

Tasting
A sweet breeze,
Seeing
A million stars,
Still a void stays 
Like there’s no end to the night.

Reveling in the...Read More

The Strid

Get rid of the Strid with its seething torrent trapped amid the caves
In downward spiral coursing through a web of underwater stone
Oh that the river would have carved a safer way away from occulted potholes
Shame on its dogged passage...Read More

spring blesses with scent a mind 
encased in February’s mummy-swathe.
I drop my rags of winter 
stretch out on the warmed porch
thought steps lightly on to a carpet, 
woven of mist and aromatic perfumes,
which glides silently into reverie
and settles in a...Read More

His icy grip comes loose at last.
   His blanket cannot but recede,
Like tides that breached a floodgate, he
Her coming can no more impede.

She saunters in, a slow sashay 
      enrobed in freshly scented cape  
that wakes the buds and...Read More

The City burns,
a dappled bower is stifling with heat,
a swathe of crispy green grass is singed and spoilt,
a posse of dainty tender flowers is marred and tangled,
all now darkened with war's fires,
the grounds are blackened with fumes and fear.
But none...Read More