Monday, 11 November 2013



I just met you, just a few moments ago
And you made me feel loved.
You looked at me once,
Saw something you liked.
You listened and you laughed with me
Cried a single tear…
And you made me feel loved.

Our time together was fleeting, already gone too soon.
We shared discoveries, opinions;
Thoughts on life, love and passion.
We explored corners unknown and found beauty untold
Adoring every moment…
And you made me feel loved.

I thought I was broken but you never saw the cracks.
You had no questions, reservations, concerns
You sat with my joy, my crazy, my silence,
Not once was I judged for being who I am.
I just met you, just a few moments ago…

But you made me feel loved. 



Water cascading through water
Mountains of foam brushing away the rocks.
Tides parting, breaking, merging
The roar of the waves echoes from on high.
I could stay here all day
The water drowning my thoughts.
The sun warms my back
And ideas flowing through me

Start to stir these sleepy hands.

If I tried

If I tried

If I tried to explain it you just wouldn’t believe me:
It’s paradise, heavenly,
Too good to be true

If I tried to describe it my words could never tell:
The truth about beauty and nature,
The world on its own

If I tried to paint a picture no colour would do:
No brush could follow the line
Serenity forms before my eyes

If I tried to put it to music I’d rather become deaf:
Than attempt to mimic perfection;
An unthinkable, unjust task.

If I tried to write it in verse I would end up giving up:
Because this moment, this scene, this feeling

Is far beyond the life I know. 

Saturday, 9 November 2013

My Oliver

My Oliver

My best friend and my silent partner
My warmth, comfort, my sense of belonging.
My baby, ward, my beautiful soul,
My dependant and my welcome home.

My early rise and late to bedder
My loyal, dearest, most selfless ally.
My contentment, my relaxer;
Relaxing, reclining feline prince, who sits with my distress.

My memories of times gone by
My rock who never cried,
Who misses every day with me
Who witnessed every night.

My solace and my peacefulness
With love and patience be,
An alien example of everything I need

What's lost I found in he. 

Wednesday, 6 November 2013

Sleepless in the jungle

Nature does not stop
It never sleeps: never quits.
Always working, always moving
Never sick and never slowing.
Changing, growing, being born every day -
You will never step in the same river twice,
See the same sunrise, or feel the same wind.

And when it gets bored of just being beauty
When nature tires of its grace and glory,
It screams and shouts. It thrashes and crashes,
Maims its own children in fits of anger born from nowhere .

Till beauty is restored and nature calms by itself
Never slowing, never stopping

Always working, never sick.

Sitting on a rock
In the middle of a river
In the middle of a jungle
In the middle of a country
In the middle of a world that I don’t know anymore.......

And that’s enough for me.
The silence of friendship

An hour long wait and a leather bag,
Taxis’ home and tears in too long absence.
Matching pillow cases: together forever,
Forever together and still only smiles.
Cartoon characters, superhero and sidekick,
Evil twins and love locked soul mates,
A pessimist and a puppy.
A thousand I love yous, even when it’s hard to say.
A key and a lock. Locked as one - just clicked.
A hundred years friendship without any walls

A lesson for everyone; the envy of all.

Wednesday, 30 October 2013



The wind on my face
Stroking my skin
Massaging my worries
Waking my mind.
Waiting walking
Wondering whats next
Roaming the unknown
Seeking the undone



Land of the motorbikes
Land of the horns
An orchestra of noise
Rows of wheels parked two by two.

Accents and embellishments
Every word a work of art
White pillars and black lines
Light from the neath annotated with gold.

Boxes stacked on boxes -
Piled on bikes weave through and round,
Eyes wide at pale legs
Half covered faces that give naught away.



A golden heart and the strongest head,
 Beautifully complex but still simply beautiful.  

Direct directions, always finding never lost,
Collecting moments, ideas, hearts: the lot.

Content, continuous, conscientious and kind,
Delicately smiling, clicking your way through life.

Listening, thinking, contemplating us,
Sharing real happiness: your gift to the world.

Monday, 28 October 2013

You weren't there

You weren't there

Four Irishmen, one Aussie and a Brit walk into a bar
And light it up with laughter.
Humming theme tunes and shouting lamb chops
Full of hearts, avoiding the ace.

Four Irishmen, one Aussie and a Brit walk into a bar
And memories are made.
Fast friends make strong bonds
When miles away from home.

Four Irishmen, one Aussie and a Brit walk into a bar
And quickly fall in love.
Hidden souls resurface
From still waters that run so deep.

Four Irishmen, one Aussie and a Brit walk into a bar
And time stands still.
Gentle nudges and cheeky grins
Love so strong it’s mistaken for hate.

Four Irishmen, one Aussie and a Brit walk into a bar
And never want to leave.
Soaring through clouds of happiness
Elation that’s catching; infecting smiles.

Four Irishmen, one Aussie and a Brit walk into a bar
And leave their hearts there.
Goodbyes, they are inevitable
But we will always have Nam.

Wednesday, 23 October 2013

Too soon

Too soon

I’ve got you here with me now,
Your photo in my heart.
As I see things you never could,
Experience the world you left too soon.

I’m thinking of you now,
Everywhere I go.
Loving and living in your stead,
Experiencing the world you left too soon.

I’m climbing for you now,
Diving and swimming where you couldn’t.
Making each single second count,
To experience the world you left too soon.

I’m living for you now,
To ease the pain your loss has caused.
Imagining your smile -
Because you would want me to experience the world you left too soon

Monday, 21 October 2013

Brutal beauty

Brutal Beauty

Young trees and small buildings
Misty mountains breathless in the background
A raindrop orchestra dresses leaves in diamonds
And ripples reflecting each green and every brown.
Rivers falling, flooding, flowing
Tall limbs that reach, bending, bowing.
Silence surrounds quiet; tranquility defined
Past secrets forgiven – almost forgotten
But never far away.

Sunday, 20 October 2013



Faith is a bird
Precious feathers that float in the breeze.
She speaks her voice through the silence
Sings out in peace and statue.

Faith is a child
Playing hide and go seek.
Her attention flickers from new world to new world
With innocent eyes that dart around.

Faith is a candle
Lighting up a darkened room.
Though she is tortured by the wind
Still she holds strong; strong and true

Faith is a snowflake
Unique in everyone.
Resting on pavements, paths and houses
She blesses all she's touched

Faith is a blade of grass or grain of sand
Strong amongst communion.
The sum of her parts that make up the whole
Harder to see for all the trees.

Faith is a poem
A collection of thoughts and prayers.
Her words become promises
Kept forever, forgotten in now.

Faith is like hope, like love, like forgiveness
She needs protection and time; patience un-ended.
She will never be bought and never be sold
But bravely won by the worthiest heart.

Saturday, 19 October 2013

Depending on rest and water

Depending on rest and water 

A fuzzy feeling foreign to my body
Washes over in waves unsettling the view.
Flashes of black and cold burn inside my ears
As tears of hot sweat bead quick across my brow.
Seconds stretch and collapse,
The air weighs on me heavy,
Try to blink the fog from behind my eyes
But still the mist remains.
Moving slowly: tender knees and trembling steps
Distracted by focus, cared for by strangers
Depending on rest and water.

Skinny Hi

Skinny Hi

Oh Skinny Hi your voice is syrup
And your laugh, it warms my heart.
Your smile explodes across your face
And teeth that beam welcome the world.

Hey Hi, my dear oh sweetest Hi
Your soul, it is exquisite.
Like medicine for the mind and food for thought

Your cheer has made my day.

Soft Tears

Soft tears

I weep for humility
Humbled as I am.
Humanity fails before my eyes
All softness forever undone.
I weep for joy, for forgiveness unbound
In pain, I weep for their sorrow
Overwhelmed by a land of smiles
That suffers hardships I will never know.

I weep to find the strength
To accept what I haven’t effected.
For peace and grace beyond all known
To protect them that should have been protected.

Friday, 11 October 2013

Three Eight Thirty

Three years of ugliness: unimaginable
Eight months of injustice: inconceivable
Thirty days that will never be undone
And so a people shed tears of grace - beaten but not gone.

Three years, but never over
Eight months, still stories untold
Thirty days with wounds still healing
The sting of the past now burns as the sun.

Three years, eight months, thirty days they tried,
Yet peace and patience blooms in humble, forgiving eyes.
So precious as flower that smiles with determined hope,

That three years, eight months, thirty days are forever gone.