November snowflakes on a February Morning

It's late in the morning,
And late in the day,
The snowflakes fall,
In silence they play,

They dance now before me,
In the midst of my life,
Then lie there amelting,
In the eve of this strife,

This son or this daughter,
Their journey to earth,
The recycle of water,
On the way to rebirth,

In not-quite blizzard before me,
The ground unchanged,
Save a little damper in absence,
Nothing's remained,

How perfect and short,
This white snowfall is,
The end in the middle,
The never-was kiss.

I turn to the side now,
And look in the book,
The half-thumbed pages,
Of an ageless hook,
The hook of the highlife,
The hook of the hook,
Now hidden in lowlights,
With the peace that it took,

For falling and melting and absorbing can be,
Draining like life on its return to the sea.

I sit here in cold and shiver a little,
At the full life that ended somewhere in the middle,

It was over before it began,
And the snowflakes danced,
And the children ran.

apathetic accounting

If the wages of sin are death,
And the godless are godless still
as they spend their dying breath,
Their earthly credit has expired,
Now they give their account,
draw on their damn pension, once retired,
Who are we saving from the fires?

Do we sit on our nest egg
Whilst they are forced to beg?

When weighing up the cost,
Of reaching out to the lost,
Do we charge it to you or I?

Lets split the indifference.

Clever little fish (The Wisdom of Goldfish)

We are Such very clever goldfish,
We know almost all the bowl,
From one glass side to the other,
Partial knowledge fills the whole.
We can even see out beyond the glass,
To blurred images of the gods,
That send down precious flakes from heaven,
That falls most every morning,
No matter what the odds,
We speculate about what we see and where they go,
When they go out the door,
The outer reaches of the universe,
Our top scientists are pretty sure.
We are such clever fish,
We've come to this conclusion,
That the first fish in the bowl arrived here from a piece of algae,
By the process of evolution.
We can rest assured now,
That we know most everything,
And if there's a flaw in our logic ,
Well, ignorance is king.

Poem for no-one

This is a nothing poem,
A nobody verse,
There's no-one known,
There's nothing worse,
No sigh more alone,
Than a corpse in a hearse,
Than an unanswered phone,
In the home of the cursed,
An echoing drone,
In search of reverse,

The poem of a dead man
The knowing of his dead-pan plan.
Like the sonar of a bat like man,
Feeling his way,
Through the echo of the ricochet.

HELLO, hello, hello,
Is there anybody out there?
Just scream,
If,
You,
Can,
Hear,
Me.

The poem of a dead poet
Who's  a dead man,
But,
Doesn't,
Yet,
Know it.

He is still brooding

I can still feel his presence now,
He is still brooding over me
Like the dissolving foot impression on the wet sand,
Waits for the kiss of the Sea,
To be absorbed by the touch of the Sea,

Long I looked for him,

On horizons far away,
As the ships came and went and disappeared from view,
I stared from the shore, unsure if I should stay,
but I stayed for another day,


I saw gulls following trawlers, all signs of life,
Heard winds and rumours of squall,
Heard children cry and mariners tales,
But nothing of the all in all,
Not a note from the one who calls,


I bought binoculars and telescopes,
Sat navs and scoured images of google earth,
But the images were as dead, as dead as My mother,
As dead as my source of birth,
As dead as my sense of worth,

Where have you gone? I shout to the sky,
Where are you? I challenge the waves,
Where is the touch that I first felt,
When I reached out to the one that saves,
The one who hoodwinked the grave.

Why did you go?

 I deserve to know,

I've waiting here so long,
Seen all life and all seasons pass,
Where did I go wrong?
Perhaps your love wasn't so strong?

And then a paradigm shift

caused me to lift,

the binoculars from my eyes,

my ear tuned in to the wind,

“Just once more before you die,
trust me again,
trust is the train,
Without it your just stood at the station...
Trust me for the duration...”


I looked down at last , not up or long,
And saw where I'd been standing,
Where the land meets the seas,
I'd been in up to my knees,
Ugly and demanding,
In lack of understanding....

twice a day the sea came to me,

unsung and unnoticed
all the day he came to me,
because he never left me
I’ve been standing by the waters

the tide has turned,

the boat has sailed,
The train is pulling away,
If I run now,
I can jump the bow,
make the train,
If I just pray,

Do with me what you will

The Emptiness

An empty place in heaven,
The Son has left for a while,
The absence of his laughter,
is everywhere,

An empty space in a manger,
The child has grown into a man,
The place of his arrival,
Is but a stepping stone,

An empty place on the cross,
The saviour has come to nothing,
The jeering winds of mocking tongues,
Still whistle past its wood,

An empty ache in disciples hearts,
Their world has fallen apart,
They've been woken with a start
From the sleeping where they dreamt of thrones,

An empty place within a tomb,
He is risen from the dead,
An empty claim death had on him,
He's back just like he said,

An empty sky where they stand,
And stare...

Flood

The floods came,
They came, they came,
They took everything,
Everything,
Took it in their game,

The sky came,
And opened its' heart to me,
And poured its hard tears down,

As the waters rose,
They rose, they rose,
Like a fast approaching date,
Like the devil in my destiny,
Like the unsealing of a fate,
The waters rose to float my resolve,
Clean out through the flood gate,
And heavens gate can wait,

And heavens gate can wait,
Can wait,
Till the tide of love's receded,
The flotsam of this fickle heart,
The jetsam of victories conceded,
Leaves debris on my banks,
Like dissent amongst the ranks.

For what the flood took,
And what the flood brought,
Have filled my fragile landscape,
And bought my resolve,
To nought.

The muds came,
They came, they came,
The softened earth sucks in,
Every foot that would walk in it,
Like love has softened sin,

Come walk a mile or two with me now,
Walk a mile beside the river,
You'll find the terrain quite different now,
The catastrophic event,
Has proved a real forgiver.