The Cinque Ports Are bathed in sunshine today Everything is colourful And very happy I am writing a poem To celebrate summer My art helps the blind To touch think and see

I am your beautiful sister Joe It is right that you see me naked As you write your poetry I sometimes wonder why you bother With girlfriends at all When you have me

Josie please would you refrain From walking around naked In front of me As I am trying to write poetry Please would you make me a cup of tea Wearing just my favourite apron

We live in a brittle world It shatters every day

I like this Just this This and nothing else

I had been employed to clean swimming pools It was a very relaxed occupation I used a large net to remove the organic debris And then would dispose of the sacks elsewhere Usually I was on my own but occasionally The owners and their guests stayed in the pool area It did not matter to […]

My sister is very beautiful And I am proud To say that she is my sister Many think that she is my wife Which flatters me As I do not have all of her gifts If Josie does have a fault Then it is her peacock ways As she likes to be seen And her […]

Bravo Florida Bravo Kentucky Do you like it Josie Yes I love the colours But I do not have a clue about its meaning It does not have a meaning Really The artist in his notes Described its odd title As being quite simple As he lived in both these states During his childhood years […]

My cousin said as she passed me In the street of my gentle town It was a summer morning And the light was changing From its brittle chill To a moderate softness The air although feeling sharp Was becoming smooth to the touch The cooler months were ending And a happiness was welling up inside […]

They found Alan Alan dead in his hotel bed He had always wanted to be a mountaineer But he had a club foot which disabled him So he would dream of climbing the greatest peaks Sadly during one of these dreams he suffered a fall And died in his dream without leaving this room