I have written many poems Some of which might be considered a mess But I never delete these poems And give them the same house room as my finest poems It is a form of democracy I suppose

Stand for a while on the purple plain And your sad thoughts will vanish Never to return Choose Life Again and Again and Again  

Swooping out of the sun I should say like a bird of prey But I dislike this sentiment With the familiar sound Of your ancient engines Entertaining the beach below How lovely you are Is this a good line As I am treating you Like a beautiful woman Can mechanical things be beautiful  This is […]

I am in my bed Sappho is next to me The young sun Is blazing Through our sea window There is a lot of poetry In the world today  

You may forget but let me tell you this  Someone in some future time Will think of us   Who said that  Sappho  The poet  Yes  I do not want to be rude but what has this to do with our mission and time travel  Everything and nothing  First of all the quote is the […]

As I walked barefoot across Marke Wood I was stopped for a short while The beauty of the day had overwhelmed me Pantheism identifies God with the universe And today was a manifestation of this doctrine A dog then barked in the distance and broke my thoughts I continued my journey across the dew damp […]

You were wearing a pure white shirt And vivid red summer slacks The memorable buildings of my city Were half bathed in a golden light How I adore the colours of your summer     May 31st 2021

I left the beach when the afternoon was less than four hours old The sea breeze has cooled although the mature sun was still high bright and warm As I walked towards towards the small row of coastal shops that faced the sea I felt that the day had run its course and that I […]

Ana    I have a green bicycle and I ride it through the summer fields so that I may become invisible  Tim    That is all very well but I have never met Clement  Ana    Clement  Tim    Your bicycle  Ana     My bicycle is not called Clement Tim      What is the […]

I often dream that I am in Cuba Before the revolution sipping gin That was yesterdays dream As I am now in a Cuban jail I have committed no crime Apart from sipping gin In a Cuban bar Before the revolution