Global Tale

Natures blood, pahutakawa drips its veins

rose petals dift away

as beauty carpets pathways

the being of this earth that groans

its skelton of mountains so strong and proud

when all mankinds dealings revolt

earth brain spits entrails,

burning fires spread fear

listen to the cries of hope

Sun transends the mire

seeks to warm our day

and light a path

mercy will divine it true


Earth ,

trembling to live in galaxies that boil and melt to twinkle in the sky

pays homage to the moon

the tide, time ,temprament of man,twisting its being

till fading phenomes clutch at truth

and youth demands a sea change

progress to peace

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just believe

that the spring gold  daffodils and Solomons seal

will cheer us again like the lymph

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a glass of christmas

a glass of christmas
for Wanda

there’s been
good ones
these years
for sure
but years apart
it seems you can’t
pull it off at will
the ‘choice’ christmas
like a good wine
a good bitter
cannot be rolled
out to order
in older
younger times
who put
the tinsel on it
of voice
of laughter
wrapped it in
warmth and
brightness for you
are gone under
that tree into
that snow that
comes of time
like dust in
the wine
we do with
what we have
wrap it now
for others in
stiffened brightness
the warmth we
summon from
a glass of
wrap it for
the young,
the wife, the
uncle, the oldies
we turn into,
drink it down
bitterly sweet
such a glass of

26 december 2013
nelson st, howick

Onward each one we pass, evolve under the glass

So broken winged angel

I flounder at your side

Fix my feathered limb

to soar again in pride

Take you on your path

Instead of soar to heights of fancy

tend your fragile heart

encased as you wrestle with your rancid

thoughts that hope has no meaning

Spirit flames and smoulders

as on your lap I’m leaning

Lift you, cradle your arms around me

together we’ll tread the pilgrims path

warm in the knowledge

that all is good

define the time

of succour

peace will unfold


To the Sea in Ships


They that go down to the Sea in ships

to the sweet and scented sea… the glistening ocean

blown vessels that sailed

with rope and canvas

upon her shining surfaces


Ancestors – you who went down to the sea in ships

where did you go?

what shores did you step upon

which sands…which shells so different

to the whelks of home did you marvel at

Collect and place upon your window sill

in some small village houses

reminders of memories you strove to share

in sketches made by swaying lamplight

to the creak of timbers.


They that go down to the sea in ships

have seen the dipping albatross… the petrels

St Peter’s bird who walks on waters of the deep

foam-strewn ocean

and then ascends…

these creatures of legend and mythology

sketched…a fleeting charcoal impression lost

in time yellowed paper

crumbling into eternity.


They that go down to the sea in ships

tread watchfully between  mangroves

clustered either side the glistening shoals

of shingle on some strange shore

through stillness broken by

an updraft of breeze shuffling the grasses

whispering between the stems

teasing the mangrove branches

dimpling the ponds between the shingle banks


They that go down to the sea in ships

may pause and breathe

the vastness of the ocean

half listening to the pad of seagulls’ feet

in silky warm pools

of the creeping inward tide…

Then walk the rippling ridges

to a waiting vessel.


(‘They that go down to the Sea in Ships’, Psalm 107, The Holy Bible.)

Drumming Rain

Time  when feelings drip in drains and there’s no light
Pillage the darkness catch a  teaming  starry night
Walk up the hill above the town ,look down and breathe
Listen for a  birdcall , fox or hooting car and pull the star
That holds your dreaming heart

When raindrops peal down the panes ,the strains of life
Tug you to distraction where is his face in action?
Far away in deserts dry, where stars shine brighter still
And comrades bleed when deed is dread ,beat drum, beat
heart, beat home to loves attraction

Waking,… wanting….words

When the mind as in the moon takes waning phases
The melodies and tunes stay undefined
Edging  closer to its  pages
The book stays closed
tethered leaves on branches intertwined

Then Spring will rush the head and bud the blossom
Deep within the soul the spirit calls
Lending colour to the brightening day time
Breathing life in cells and nature pours

Songs hover in a haze ,
The muscles of my mind flex
And  what I seek is  the involuntary movement of the strings
That hold the beating of your heart

I love to go a wandering….

If trains drew me along a track I’d lack the endeavor to stay so confined
my mind wanders up and over the dales towards the sea
If ships sailed with me inside I would hide from the wall of waves
I’d not be brave,
But oh if the wind just gusted us though the peaks and troughs of life
I’d soar higher and seek the main embracing all
A kite could be my choice of fetter- what better than to be let out
and sent to chatter to the birds
what words would pull me back
and if the slack sent me reeling to the rocks
what then.?……..
And yet again I set to type my mode of transport ,my delight ,
I trail the fantasy that play inside my brain and again it jolts me back to day
when night is blended and I pay the price of unending write.
Reality can be pretty , it can be raw
The colours of surrender to daydreaming with pen
don’t drain me like the morning rain
Hello ,I’m happy again.

Who are we?

Who am I? and WHO are you?
Are we  marching toward each other
Or locked forever in embrace

You fill my day ,when I feel your breath
that lies within my soul
awaiting my awakening

Speaking soft tones of love
not guilt
my anxious mind glimpses
the perfection in each dawn
and we break through the clouds together

age has granted time to ponder notion
yet as a child I knew your essence
it held me close when sorrow swept
and cradled my beating heart entwined in your sacred one
the tide held me but did not drown

Years spent waltzing round the globe
testing partners of power or riches
till settled in a land where humanity
smiled as fate and tyranny threw
their all
they called you father
and thanked you for your grace and wonder
Humbly I praise beside them
To be gentle in their pain and they love again again
Oh my God Who am I and who are you?


Sit on my grave but don’t sit in sadness
Swallow the light that pervades though the treesIMG_4858
Watch as the nestling birds build their devotion
To life and its dawning and setting at ease

Rest for a moment and smile at my notions
Breathe in the shadows when darkness is near
Trade your regrets for a glance at creation
Cycles of wonder  grace solace not fear

I’m singing off key in mountains and oceans
Running and slipping through valleys and breeze
Craving the music to trip off my fingers
Writing my whimsey content, so at ease

Sadness and darkness can creep like the ivy
Colours the bark but gloom will prevail
Seek to release it free up your mind dear
Love all of life’s garden take wind and sail…

Sweet Dreaming Summer

Save me from myself tonight in dreams that violate the love you gave us
Tend the skin that holds me in and pull me inside too

Trace a line that climbs within and chimes my heart in belling
running  along its fine tuned tones
emotion swelling

I hear a scented rose decline the petals falling in the breeze
Stay with me now and show us how your heart bleeds

Lay lost one ,
each second swims me to you,


roots that bind me to trees, an avenue of devotion
sleep on the hammock swung within cradled
in sonnets slumber


Today left behind by my thoughts I caught a glimpse
The light stretched long shadows on love
I blinked and it passed the warmth onto my skin and from within I smiled
Love that shone through generations and put all else in shade
It made years of transgression disappear
trust will do the rest and buds will bear fruit