The fishermen are fishing Far out at sea Their boats are anonymous One Liberty Ship Is remembered By the village

Pebbles sea glass drift wood and shells Litter its generous beach But all remain uncollected As the village retains its peace

A year ago forty degrees was reached in Cambridgeshire It is not forty degrees here today it is nowhere near that heat There are towering cumulus clouds in the coastal skies The air is quite humid and the sea breezes benign Twenty two Twenty two degrees is my educated guess

I often stand by the summer sea Playing a blue trumpet It helps me to relax As I witness the splendours Of another new day

They sat together in a bus shelter In the quietness of the afternoon Exchanging long glances And then the bus arrived The girl to the left stood up And hugged her friend There was no emotion in her eyes Silent words were exchanged And then the erotic faded

I still have not forgiven you Stan That is why I purchased your favourite perfume Riots of Paris Funny Stan Present it to Marie Ange I only said that she was like a fine wine How do you think I feel Every time you go to France You come back or even if I am…

Boy or Girl I will find out later today Stan That is if I ask the question Do you want to know Do you want to know I think I do Then I do also What time are you seeing Simon At eleven I will be gone by then What time does you train leave…

In these days of confusion when endless debates take place about shattered vacuums I have found a few words written by Rumi over eight hundred years ago I thought I would share them as they might enlighten your thoughts and enable you to see the complete circle What are you writing Stan The introduction to…

When a candle burns in full sunlight The flame of the candle is often overwhelmed By the brightness of the the day Like many I cannot really see the light But you my wife and our adored children Can see the hidden flame without hindrance This clarity is your gift from God

If the thirsty drink water from a cup They will see God in it Those who are not intoxicated With the love of God Will see only their own faces reflected What do you see when you drink water Stan I see nothing Jane as my eyes are closed Why do you close your eyes…