Do I prefer being hot or cold
The former i guess, if I were old
Fans whirring
ice slurping
stone as cold as can be

Cold floors to lie on
Swimming pools to dive in
The cold cold sea

Cotton dresses,
Sun glasses
Sweat trickling free

Water fights
Sound nice
When you're as hot as can be

Forty f.cking five degrees.
Or minus 2 and freeze freeze freeze

I Am

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost

than to be loved
despite ones anonymity
city
and being black or beauty
across the seven seas
Canada to Florida
Aussie maybe
or from Amazon ...
let not my being disturb anyone
for I am brought by the Divine
if there be one
to spread peace and comfort
for all down trodden...
so let it be my mission
yes under you all an admission
go not by my gender
colour or breed
just read this bard
and
of all anxiety be freed.

Lay me down in burning coals
I really need to sleep

America's war on a noun
justice is never guaranteed
ask the prisoners
at Guantanamo

Two weeks of the noun's budget
would feed every starving child
on Earth
and house the homeless here

then She'd be a leader

lay me down in burning coals
maybe then I'll sleep

I felt your hand
 bunched
  in Egyptian cotton,
   unbinding
    a day’s inhibitions
     fabric curtained
      and fell, with it
       restraint
floated away

you come within
 fingers of breath
  from my lips,
   a tongue’s touch
    of bare tips
     stroking desire
      the scent of your lust,
overwhelms

Thunderous sprays of Khaki
Rainbows
smeared
my view today

The unremitting gloom
of Shetland skies
scurried over
Viking island
rooms

No romance bestowed
in Nordic skies
No ancient runes
bestowing order
and chance allowed

The pig squeal
of wipers on windscreens
like balloons squashed
on silica

Crashing through the
drear dry dock
a caught chain
crusting with ferrous
markings

like a ghost snake
wrapped around
the fisher mans catch

it was not until barren plains
 made a home in me,
my lips were chewed
 from the search for something
I didn’t and could never possess
 (I thought)
 
endlessly, I felt awash, 
 chiseling new geography
my dusty visage changed posture,
 carving numbers into my spine
 
I found an answer
 
but was it just too little ?
 pink lines marked the path
but still, I hadn’t wanted to see,
 I clenched my hands
and strange visions of whiteness
 lined every road I travelled …
 

A very Happy Birthday
to all AQUARIANS

Beauty rebounds in your folds
you are soft and sweet too
so many love you
but you must take care of flatterers
who try to woo you...
ere you fall too

but since 'tis your birthday today
in the light of sun may you stay..
have a Happy Birthday
and bathe also today..

the beaches are warm still
they beckon you in bikinis,
if you only will...
Happy Birthday
to all
AQUARIANS
today

to talk of
changing winds
shattered dreams
is trite
cliché

clumsy of the reality

naivety unperceiving how
the dark is hidden deep within
the light of
childhood kingdoms
awaiting Azrael
to steal innocence
.

Children, a roller-coaster
High above ground
Why do they go to fairgrounds
Why send them?
Is it the death wish
they scream overhead?
catapulted in and out of space
snapping like rubber bands
Out and in, in and out
Death held in hands
gripping the bars of the
gilded temporary prison
from which they wish to be ejected
yet hanging on for dear life
Wishing to live but asking
never more to return
until they slow down
to land on terra firma.
Will they be
in one piece or more?