I dream to be
a tiny drop in the Sea,
only then would I
fathom the depths of its emotions,
feel its turmoil
pulsating in tides,
as they ebb and flow
in relentless toil.

Yes, I crave to be
that tiny drop in the sea,
swirling in the salts
a million rivers bleed,
seeking salvation
beneath the awning
of celestial skies, cleansing
in His divine light.

of depth and silk like
work
the twitch of eye
alight like a ray
the beam that reaches
down from the heights
and smudges in its
dirt the knowledge
swept
away by the rains
driving us down

the omnipotent rage
and rush
the push of light
and the break of
sound
smashing us into
startled fear
while others
stood calmly
waiting round

Magic

Softer than a morning breeze
her lips caress my cheek
the scent of her so full and near
leaves me warm and weak

silken hair like summer rain
cascades around her face
eyes bluer than a bright lagoon
yet deep as distant space

Victoria is Queen in London Town.
The Empress rules it all with velvet hands.
‘Tis eighteen eighty eight, the city’s brown
with coal and cholera that vex the land.
But down on Fleet Street starts a tale of woe.
Her Highness will learn nothing ‘til too late.
For Secretary Fitzroy’s caught a blow
delivered of a monster’s razor hate.

ko ko konga- for drums rumbling on
perhaps not the flower frowns at rampage
settled in controversy among its height advantage
em-bulging in the circus of a ring rose
fourth to the finger that weds a man
duple and doomsday riotous for trepidation.
valley for yon settlement riverine, worms
maggots and kindling fuel blazing emissions
contestants for wriggle and variety valour ,
open in the gaze, ponder in the laze
by itself originality was fair share
that was not floating dead and drowned

You left me standing there
with only hands to fill my pockets.
I was hurt and in pain
as I turned to ponder my regrets.
And if you were to say
you chose well when you didn't choose me,
I would have to agree.
I turned out just like you thought I'd be.
A little thin on top,
a little thick around the middle,
the toilet seat is up,
and I still can't play second fiddle.
But those things were minor
when you spat those nasty words at me.
I couldn't be the man

Yeah! Thou hast the heart of a reindeer
taking part, ere the lioness ensures that it does depart
With his better part and upon the paws does surrender
To be eaten by the lion as tender

Then you will enlighten the world
with soft skin so tender
Then all will stand asunder where art thou
Who hath made the blunder to unveil thee all over

I still wonder, who art thou in the doldrums of time
a gold mine or a glass of wine
a divine integration of the flowing river Rhine
but for everlasting time

Long tassels of birch hang - golden 
their autumnal attire
like bell-pulls for the seasons opening
so fitfully they swing towards the south
saluting geese in v formation 
their gentle beat of winged migration

september tints the trees 
makes misty mornings rise through rotting woods
carries the perfumes of the valleys
dreams of summer sun into the haven of the heavens 
where clouds make grey backcloths 
for the coloured scene