I have often been told That I am not a real man Not that I am a faggot Or anything like that But because I am a poet And understand the feminine Amongst other things I understand this description But pretend not to understand As it draws the poison out On my desk I have […]

I have a Melbourne teapot Blue Yellow and Red It is very bright and cheerful And pleases me greatly We took tea on the beach yesterday And dressed for the occasion Tee shirt shorts bikini chic Blue Yellow and Red This is a summer poem

God saw all that he had made And it was very good I wish I was an atheist But I do feel love

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 […]