A Drought at Close Quarters The Chinese have reflected the su… With these Giant Sky Mirrors As England gets drier and done Dried up reservoirs and Wells
It could be worse Written on the gravestone In the unkept churchyard by the se… Other Dead people had it worse th… It’s no good feeling sorry for you…
Quizness and it’s the last leg, th… A standup handyman’s tail, before… Engaged to a bag, monkey cage is t… Yasmeen urges, a smitten fairy mea… By newcomers charms, a musical bre…
The Amphibious Poet Deep down in the ocean Writing a poem on slate As the fish swim in motion Diving down for inspiration
When your heads in a field of emot… And your eyes are in a dance floor… And sneak in a collaboration with… Whizzing round in the idleness Of… You clip in the depth and pull up…
I’m cooking love, it smells so nic… I’m cooking love, I’m eating life Gosh! It tastes so nice The best taste in life I’m cooking love
A slip in the dripping croak of di… A campaign to relax in sci fi From a clapping ball boy in Berli… The lucrative freaky can of worms A social media Polaris stinking
I see the Eager Rain Dancing on my window pane Your in my cool eyes again Looking Wild and Tame Dropping coins in the wishing well
Clutched in sit, you are in the sc… Munching fielded flowers, in tickl… Jumping down on a road drill Built those sinews, in arms, up There you are, strangling a hurt c…
What at this Minute are you Think… Is it making you grow, or are you…
A Poet and a loose goose A beam with an empty noose Ramshackle existence, ravens chuck… Spiders webs hang, slumbering on w… Ultimately crisp bags, packets hal…
A Dead man becomes a Snowdrop A Dead Women a Bluebell Dead children become Buttercups a… On a Golden field on Sunshine hil… Our Spirits become Flowers
Back to that bad old town That place that got me down You said “never turn around “, But since then, I’ve gone to grou… I had to sell my old gold teeth
As I explore the legacy of featur… The presenter lifts the lid on the… And a woman seeks the feel of her… As I sit disjointed making romper… Then I get a visit from a chef
I’ve been sleeping in the alleys Slaving in the galleys Drinking, to my heads a throb I’ve been seeking the Big issues With a face full of tissues