Artists.
Sitting outside the Bell.
Such trying through love.
The poet Mariette.
There's a new kid
on the block.
Water into wine.
Dissent.
Excuse me, do we still have to sign on after the
holocaust?
The
ink isn't dry yet.
The
joker in the pack.
Winterville
2008.
Festivals.
A
walk through summer.
And every summer we bloom.
For the glory
of.
I wished to forget who I was and entertain the young
hippies.
Stonehenge
free.
Y Gelli blues.
Friends and family.
A wedding in a blizzard in Wales 1946.
I saw a little baby today.
Taking mother shopping.
They are singing.
What is the Farsi for freedom?
Green.
Towards the light.
Holidays.
A bank holiday in England.
Walking on the Tor.
A poet's holiday.
A sort of waiting.
Holyday for Dewi Sant.
Learning about forgiveness.
Llantony-the priory and
after.
Looking for Daphne.
The Birmingham fortnight.
The end of the rainbow.
The Rock.
The Star
and Garter.
The summer has come.
They all came today.
To the sea from the heart.
Trying to be nice to the house of Saxe-Coburg.
In remembrance.
James the sword.
Oxford brown.
Swords in the custard.
The B road to Shustoke.
New poems.
9/11, halfway to heaven.
A holiday in West Wales.
Ancient rights.
Apple cider
blues.
Baa.
Cultural 'limpicks.
From Queen
Elizabeth to Harold Wilson.
Just on
the turn.
Mellow is
the rhyme.
Monday 27th February 2012.
New moon rising.
Petite
bourgeoisie.
Poets in motion.
Shopping in a shed.
Steam in the air.
The Ikon.
Vox populi.
Waiting for the daffodils.
Parliament and the Crown.
Mayday.
Mortars on the hill.
Moving
the cat hairs.
My
mum thinks we need a Tory government.
Thatcher reign
3, day 2 Sheffield.
What now of Warwick?
Passing time.
A country pub back
garden.
Double zero
on the fourteenth floor.
It's like Brumagem's been hit by a one kiloton bomb.
Mussing of
celebrity.
Poetry pension.
Still waiting.
The
day began with a cone three skinner.
Two punnets
of strawberries a pound.
What remains.
Stratford upon Avon.
As if love would tarry.
The joy of
swans.
Support.
And I heard it on
radio 4.
Cleaning the rain
of my glasses.
Survivor poetry.
Burying
the mad alive.
For evil
to triumph.
It's days
like these.
Sanity.
Sunny sparkling otters.
The
Mrs. is going on.
The Royal Jubilee 2002.
Hey man.
Cymn.
In which we serve.
Artist's
bicycles.
The
seeds of Albion.
Our
way gentle day.
The little blue milk jug.
Majesty.
And so and so.
War and peace.
A poem found at Easter.
Schoolgirls in the mud.
A skylark sings.
Amiracle.
At the 11th hour.
Building the pyramids.
Dark raven (green).
Dear soldier.
Dreaming in a field.
Quack.
Suicide bombers on the
tele.
Talking to the gardener.
The fourth of June.
The gardener.
Hope for peace.
The latest poems.
Crown Derby.
In the land of, ninety not out.
On the death of a flea.
Ars longa vita brevis.
An hour by the cut.
The sixth age of man.
April in May. (The snails got my marigolds).
Shopping for
mother.
The
sun shines on the sightless.
A walk in Town.
Now that summer is here.
The stage coach has left Dodge.
Nymphs and
shepherds.
For Andrew and Bridget.
Ceirios. (cherries.)
What's in a name?
Wasps in the crab apples.
A wedding in the shire.
Once where fish and smugglers.
Granddad.
A pub Christmas.
Could have been a perfect day.
Walking a marathon.
Ah bliss.
The electric man.
Waiting for the solstice.
Walking a path.
The town with a hill.
The Parade.
The larch in spring.
Alms for the insane.
Laugharne and stuff.
Ice melting in the summer sunshine.
Not drowning but
waving.
The voices.
Late September sunshine.
The hill beyond the city.
A bracelet of shells
The canary in the coal mine.
Christmas marzipan.
Je suis Charlie.
Our morning star.
The art centre.
Erdington.
The sun has got its hat on.
The local.
Bringing the drawings home.
The art gallery tea rooms.
Work makes you free.
Yorkshire grit as autumn diamonds.
Global warning.
The wedding
anniversary.
Dancing with
the Faeries.
Bricksit.
Poverty
incineration porn.
Raincoat blues.
An English Rose.
A trip to Town.
daytripper
Top of the pops.
On the thumb to Worthy farm.
What's not to fancy?
A trip to Norfolk.
Going
for gold.
After signing on.
I thought I saw.
It's
getting Christmassy.
December 2019.
The icebergs are
melting.
The Hare and
Hounds.
Glastonbury blues.
A night in.
Their is.
The first of spring.
The Corona man.
The long holiday.
Remember when.
Two meters.
Writing a poem.
Disability blues.
Dancing with
rainbows.
No rain dead blues.
Vincent.
Their is talk of winter.
Red
poppies in the cornfield.
A poem in the old poetry book, (in
praise of the social.)
Copper beech in autumn.
Faeries Cymru (Welsh fairies).
I found the pen.
The ghostly
goldfish bowl.
Bank holiday Monday.
Charlie is my
darling.
Avalon fields.