Walking In The Wind

As the sand swarms about our feet,

And little grains break away

Biting at the skin, the face

And whatever is exposed,

From beneath the layers,

From within;

Bitten, biting

Like the sea at our toes.

We crouch down, inside

The divot on the dunes,

You shiver the cold north sea

From your skin, catching our breath,

And getting a taste for your surroundings.

I lie in the silence of this;

The exposed cave,

And flat on my back I feel

The warmth and peace,

The wild nothing of Autumn,

As it all comes and goes,

But nothing stays,

Nothing sticks in the change.

With the last harvest in

It's away with the hoes.

The clouds rush by;

Late to rain somewhere else today,

And the brisk sun-filled morning,

Soon gives way, to the grey hue

Of the early afternoon.

The cold, distant days have arrived,

Forcing their way to the front;

Charging on the austru:

The terminal breath of Summer.

We pick ourselves up

From this borrowed time,

Heading back to where the sun died.

Hugging close to the soiled,

Clay stained dunes, and land-slip cliffs,

We avoid the armies of sand

Hunting for a foe, running themselves into the waters.

The wind screams at us,

The gull carcasses crunch underfoot;

And for that time, right there,

We were a part of this world.

National Poetry Day 2011

What is a poem, what is a word,

Is it an expression, a digression maybe,

To tell the world of love and hate,

Or what you ate; maybe that your having a baby!

What makes up a poem?

Is it just words, similes, metaphor, and metre;

Or is it your angst, your felicitous love,

Something so much deeper?

We see poets everyday, and everywhere we look,

And we read, see, smell and taste the poetry

In every face, smile, frown, every flower blossom,

Every branch in the wind that is shook.

You can take it all in, forget, and it is gone the while;

But I urge you to take the second, Stop!

Look up through the trees at the sky, Watch the dance of the people in the street,

Feel the grass through your toes and feet, and take a deep breath and smile.

Back Away From The Teddy And Remove The Thumb From Your Mouth

You were just a little girl that day,

Just a little kid with a temper;

I thought it would take it all away,

If I could take you far away,

But this I never meant for.

We went, and we lived, and survived the nights;

We walked, we talked, we looked out at the city lights.

You didn't live for you though,

You didn't learn how to;

Times got hard and you lost your will;

Here comes the cliché on life;

Out there you are killed or kill!

I pray for you to grow up,

To achieve what you deserve,

For you do have the passion, the beauty,

The intelligence, and a personality

To realise your worth.

Be the person you should be,

All that you can be,

Live life; be free,

Don't just follow,

You have to live for you, Think

I have to live for me!

Letter To A. P.

I was never crazy,

I was never mentally ill;

I just placed myself on the edge,

And questioned everything.

I don't know if you could

See this, but your eyes said they knew.

You talked to me, and done your job;

I guess like you were supposed to do.

I just write to say thank-you,

I am not sure even why;

I know you didn't change anything,

And you didn't stop me wanting to die.

Yet talking to you made me see there was more:

There used to be the line,

But it can be anywhere, and you don't need to throw yourself over it,

Just to find out what is in store.

I know you will be great,

For the good get greater,

And someone big will see what I saw,

Sooner or later.

You wont want to see me any more,

To be honest neither do I;

So I thank you once again,

And I guess this is goodbye,

Put That Butter Knife Down I have Something To Say To You

I sit and I think, and I feel,

I laugh, I cry, I giggle, squiggle

And I squeal; I scream,

I live, I dream, I nibble the cheese,

I eat the curds, And I drink the cream.

I stay in one spot, And then I not,

I get what I'm given, and I have got what I've got,

I sweat when I'm hot, in the Dam I smoke pot,

And I am sticking around, until I have seen the lot.

I watch, I listen, I talk, and I joke,

I bake, I eat bacon, egg whites and the yolk,

I drink, and I quit, and I quit quitting, and I smoke,

I'm calm, I'm relaxed, I'm cool, and collected,

I'm hyper, I'm active, I've ants in my pants.

I'm nice, I'm kind, I say thank-you, please, merci, thank-you-thanks,

I talk crass, and say words like; cunt, cock, shit, cack, and wank;

See I don't take kindly to an insult, but you can call me a plank!

I plank, I owl, I timber yard, and I timber-wolf,

I play pitch-and-putt, and crazy golf,

Once in a while I play at telling the truth,

I'm a player, I'm animal, I'm a man of the wild,

Dress me up and I'm a cad, a bounder, and so very uncouth,

But no matter my age, I am epitome of youth.

That is just life, and I am who I am,

I will live this life, the best way that I can:

I am but one person, I am my own man;

And I decide whether the sandwich

Is cheese, or whether the sandwich is ham.

Looking For The Context (You Have Forgotten The Content)

Why have you, chosen to forget

What I said, in the beginning,

Just before we first met?

I explained I was free,

A duet: we can just not be,

And yet this is spilling,

From the faces of people,

In places where we go,

And its sticky like treacle.

It kills all freedom,

Kills all fun,

Kills the friendship we could have had,

When I'm pushed away,

And people say;

He's she's hers his there were,

Over there, goes your lad.

Your only tying yourself

To something, that will slip away,

Unnoticed: gone,

But don't think, don't blame me,

Asking where did it go wrong,

Sit back, think, wait,

I've got weight,

We had discussed this before

Our first date;

And don't say I made things hard,

Pouring love and affection

On you, that is how it works,

That is just what to do;

To fill our need, not our life,

Not anything more,

Just a few dates

Every week, or two,

And besides I am gone,

Going, gone for good,

In a month, or two.

Now don't think me wrong,

I love spending time with you,

When you are here;

But I dread and I fear,

That you think and you feel,

That we are more than we are.

Pine Scented Tears

You were crazy, and possibly still are,

And never in a good way,

Too much; way, way too far.

Something about you always said,

That no matter how much love I gave,

It would never change what was in your head.

I gave you love and adored you so,

Even though I knew that day would come,

The day you broke my heart, The day I had to go.

I knew that day would come: nothing lasts,

Nothing lasts forever, and so our future's done,

Just a part of each's pasts,

Any time is always better than never.

My sweetest memory, my greatest ever smile;

My heart still often aches for you,

Love lost's pain is not something that heals 'in a while'.