Inger was walking along the promenade   She was was remembering the white nights   That we had once shared counting the stars                  

The Italian Detective was standing near the Martello Tower A crime had been committed as graffiti had appeared on the whitewash A hunt was on for the people who had committed this terrible crime But little success had been achieved by the local police forces So Inspector Giuseppe Joseph was asked to investigate the vandalism […]

My fiancée is crossing The garden of the fireflies She is carrying a paper lantern So that she might study the stars  

I have spent most of the morning Rescuing Snow Bees from the winter’s dust It is a tiring pastime as sometimes they are deeply hidden As with most creatures the snow slowly suffocates them Or if they are lucky they freeze to death My success rate is only one in six Which is rather low […]

Utopia died last night She was found dead This morning By her maid When I heard the news It devastated me As we were going camping In a few weeks It seems that I will travel alone Unless you choose to join me       Red Poem Number Two 

I have a Norwegian cousin She lives in Stoke Her name is Liv She is mild mannered And quite beautiful As most Norwegians are   I have never met her As I live in Western Australia My name is David I am also mild mannered Tall and good looking As many Australians are   We […]

Summer is nearly here The beach never lies I can see the Torch Lilies From my sand window And await the arrival Of the beautiful Sun Birds

It was me always me Nobody else is to blame It must have been My Anglo-Saxon heritage But I felt a sudden great sadness And that is why I did what I did Lock me away for a thousand years And forget about me without guilt This is the punishment I deserve Or you might […]

He who dares not offend cannot be honest  Then I am a thief Anna You are as honest as the day is long Anna Who said that Dunno I better ask Outlaw then Outlaw I am busy Anna Just a quick question The above quotation Yes Who should I thank Thomas Paine Can I get […]

I have always loved the stillness of the dawn The cool silence damp from the night dew A new sun rising quietly from beneath the horizon I feel at my freshest and most vulnerable during this hour