Have I the right to consider myself a poet The jury is out

I am a psychology student you know I did not go to Art School

I am watching Fireworks in a valley They remind me of a distant war   I have been watching Fireworks in a valley They reminded me of a distant war   Watching Fireworks Valley Distant War    

I found a dead seahorse in my garden this morning I found a dead seahorse in my garden this morning This made me cry I found a dead seahorse in my garden this morning This made me cry I do not normally cry I found a dead seahorse in my garden this morning This made…

I found a dead seahorse in my garden this morning   I found a dead seahorse in my garden this morning This made me cry   I found a dead seahorse in my garden this morning This made me cry I do not normally cry   I found a dead seahorse in my garden this…

La Mer Le Soleil   Le bonheur de l’été Ma soeur rêve  

Suis-je fatigué ou suis-je mort

Shells that gleam like stars In the full light of the day Move beneath my feet As the tide returns free   These are the silent prayers

I am visiting a Catholic City tomorrow That once faced wide coastal fields But is now partially hidden in the deep suburbs   Like many I will partake of secular activities But then I will draw breath and look up into the sky And marvel at the wonders of what I am witnessing   Later…

I have a small table which is covered with beautiful stones These stones were at once anonymous on the town’s wide beach But are now are the centrepiece of my colourful and subtle collection These are my God Stones or so I am told by others who enjoy their freedoms