It maybe you'��ll want me to unpack your day. It maybe you'��ll just want
me to hear what you have to say. It maybe I'��ll not know what to tell you.
It maybe you won't want to listen. It maybe a load of bollocks anyway.
It maybe a lot of things. It maybe because you'��re my friend and I love you
It maybe...

Jericho

Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out,
But to see who cares enough to break them down.
If someone doesn'��t want to be in your life, don'��t try
To make yourself part of theirs. Accept that love will
Always take more than it gives.

That,s so true. Really good

A Dream

The sweet cool of the morning, hidden in the mist till the blush of
dawn heralds the rising sun, whose rays, sweeping aside the last
vapors, reveals us, as we together share warmth and joy.

I could be with you when the sun at its zenith caresses our bodies
but casts no shadow
The trees give dappled shades to conceal and confuse the senses.

The lengthening zephyr blown shadows calm our minds our bodies
seeking repose.
A setting sun a prelude to deep purple skies and twinkling stars.
Sated time to rest to dream, and wait for the return of the light.

Regret

She was beautiful woman. Every man's dream.
I wanted her and she wanted me. We talked we
laughed, we lay together. She gave me herself with
love, but to one that word was a lie.

I took my pleasure, gave it back without restraint
but she knew and cursed me for deceiving her.
I knew the truth of it. I could not love her and I
wept for her hurt.

The truth to tell the tears should have been for me.
Fleetingly I was hers but could not sustain the lust
which was all I had to offer, even to one such as she.

Maybe one day I will learn to love and be loved, but
till then it would seem, I will repeat the hurt and regret
in an endless cycle of self destruction.

A Moment on Tyne

The snow fell beautifully, fractal shapes brightening the night.
It was good snow, dry, crisp, settling with no thought of melt.
Feather like, bleaching through the bridge whitening cold iron
Girders, easing angles to flowing curves.

My tracks the blemish that marred the even, quickly smoothed.
Reality fading I threaded the metamorphosis of lattice work over
The river as time slowed around me.

A white blanket came into existence muffling sound, softening sight.
Identity fading consciousness expanding my mind, flowed, swirled,
Blossomed, Perceptions unfocused forms altered, Wavered,
Flickered and then coalesced.

Where was I what had I become, was mine the only ripple of
Awareness to Know this land? Mystically, slipping from time
And mind of men, frozen, the moment to last forever?

Looking back along the river thoughts fittingly slipped gently, laughingly
Into my mind. Everything was moving trains counter crossed bridges,
Warmth and light glowing.
Cars moved crunching snow, but quietly muted, whispered, tippy toeing,
Treading lightly without fuss.

Alone in all the world, snow covered a slow smile came to my lips as I
Observed, felt, tasted this tableau come to life.
Empirically absorbed into this fleeting wonder of, a moment on Tyne.

Cock Robin

Lazily, without care it seemed, one eye half closed
The little warrior watched the field.
The plough bust the sod, seagulls wheeled and
Screamed in the sky.

No thrush’s anguished cries or panicked flight to
Disturbed the munching of a succulent fly,
He savoured the hunters bounty.

His vantage point high in the dyke back allowed him
To absorb all the sights, sounds, smells and tastes
Into his awareness.

Brave and bold, and not afraid to venture forth
His courage emblazoned on his breast.
He is Cock Robin, and this is his Kingdom.

I liked it too Allie. Good to get things out in the open and in the light

Last night I fell asleep.
This morning I arose awake.

The daily dally, just killing time,
Spending minutes that aren'��t mine.

A silent assassin without any fuss
Quietly, insidiously, killing us!

A Woman

Well rend and tear, gnash and wail for this man
Dares to look towards you.
Not by stealth do I come, but with a presence,
Without arrogance or pride, and a Compelling
sense of purpose.

I have taken the hurt but bear my sadness with
Grace and humour, for they speak and tell of
Many things to those who have eyes to see.
Banishing the past from devouring the future,
My hope returned

Now gently beats this heart of mine, for now I am
Tranquil. For in truth I had lost my way, Indeed
Beyond reach of all and everything. Yet despite
This, redeemed by a woman.

The Bride

The Apache don'��t have a word for Love.
At the choosing, the squaw taking,
They say to each other, "�� Varlebena."��
It means, Forever.
That'��s all they say.

The last Chance Saloon

It'��s a sad sight to see a lone drinker on a
Wintry weekday night. A tale to tell no doubt,
But no one to listen. The empty bar, or faded
Four walls, lost dreams. No illusions to lean on

Glad former friends can'��t See him. His hell
Is coming face to face with his life, no place to
Hide, displaced, he faces the truth, in what can
Become a dark and lonely empty place, his very
Being.

Still time will pass and sleep will claim him.
A weary soul comes alive, grace and respite given.
Maybe sunlight will bring new hope, yes, lets hope
For that.

The Lone Ranger

Maybe you’ll find them just wandering and
Almost certainly they will be by themselves.
Not alone you understand. No, loneliness
Never leaves them alone.

When a someone thinks they'��re one of a kind,
They will be lonely wherever they are, no matter
How hard they try to hear the call of their race.
They travel to and fro but never feel they'��re going
Or coming home.

No welcoming light, no friendly face waiting in the
Window. Those things are for other people. The
Sad old room empty of hope, lacking in warmth,
Not cold, no, just desolate.

Someone is only one of a kind in their own mind.
But sadly they can'��t outrun their own thoughts.
At the time when they believe they'��re finished.
That will be the beginning.

I'm well, and I love you. I'm also drunk and an angel who has had
a hard day. Of course I know You don't believe me.
Had a drink with my son which is always fatal. Can't stand the pace

I learned from you two guys and there are another couple of
poets ,which I am sure you can guess. I am an apt pupil, but it
is still hard to lay out you're emotions, for all of the world
to read.
Lets meet in Spain

Thank you, from you I take that as great praise. Oh and get some
trainers with high heels.
Bill

One for the Road

Maybe you'��ve drunk them, certainly you will
Have seen others do so.
Cold, unwanted, unenjoyed, silently consumed
In an engrossed fashion. The casual drinker not
Meeting the eyes of others, hiding their need.

No one wants to be lost, lonely in a crowd. The
Yearning hidden by the downcast eyes, all hearing
But not included. Isolated out of the warmth of
Human conversation and comfort.

How did it happen? Well it'��s usually a long story,
A few wrong turnings, some unfortunate chances,
With sad endings and with no one to listen. Still
There'��s always the numbing effect of the, "��one for
The road."��

Yes makes me think and that is good. Hope you are well, and
keep writing them.

Flotsam & Jetsam

I walked the riverside path amongst the
Flotsam and jetsam thrown up by the tide,
castaways, men overboard and me.

Scattered leaves, cast off branch, plastic
ball; worn out tyre and me

Flotsam and Jetsam thrown up by the tide
no longer to ebb and flow, beached at last,
just like me.

Now come on Allie, say what you mean