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Go to the forest, sit with the trees find ye a moment of comfort and ease, breathe it in deeply, return to your self to treasure the moment and measure your health. Alone you have power, it’s all in your mind the forest will feed you to help you unwind, and far from the madness…

I’d almost forgot that forget-me-nots as harbingers will duly rise and offer hues of duck egg blue to mirror distant April skies. Amnesia, the foe of age releases space for thoughts refreshed to see again the magic surge, Ostara in her makings blessed.

I woke to rise this morning With a song inside my head The tune was unfamiliar As i yawned and scratched my head, The notes sat in a melody The chorus rose and fell The bars and beats were tight and neat The strings began to swell I hummed and in my humming Felt a…

When the haiku works natural order is found in simple accord. Where syllables five bring the moment alive and manifest meaning. When sentences flow in a disciplined order, resolution comes. Yesterday isn’t available for comment, except in rumours. Tomorrow awaits, uncertain of its future, knowing it will come. Today resonates, knowing now is all we…

A poem about water. I see myself as a mersey poet, born within the sound of tugs and the boom of fog horns  in autumn mists, born between the diesel smells of Lairds and unhumped Cammels fighting with the lingerings of lairages and tanyards. I see myself as a mersey poet, A legacy of Roger…

Here and now, with numbness worn away in ebbing time i feel the ache of soothing loss, a soft throbbing loss, thankfully acute no more, dethroned and out the door. Upper left five a pre-molar i have known a lifetime past, a pocked enamel tombstone gone to the place where memories forget themselves. A victim…

Im a quinguagenarian, a sometimes vegetarian, an often know-not where-ian, a watch the news and care-ian. Im a poorly read shakespearean, an anti Tony Blair-ian, a big fan of Hungarians, a committed non-sectarian. Im an avid non-barbarian, an accepting proletarian, a Scorpio not an Arien, A techno post-agrarian. Im an unconfused contrarian, a liberal libertarian,…

I spoke to the Oak and i asked for her views on the fat orange bloke and the strait of Hormuz In her wisdom she offered a deep sense of calm in her green leaf enfoldings a purposeful balm, Have no fear of tomorrow for anxiety dwells in confusion, illusion and the lies that we…

The blossom cares not whether I rejoice its scent nor recognise the balance found on Aprils morn where circled life in splendour forms. On cherry boughs in laden froth set pink against the apple rise, enticing fauna nectar rich a-buzz within its gifts allure. Set pure against the skies azure full virginal in dainty white…

The rose in ramble climbed aboard the sprawling hedge with thorn as sword protection from the local fauna ‘cept the critters seeking nectar. Soon to bud as daylight stretching pinkens up divine perfection, perfumed in such subtle honour, rampancy in floral nature. With buds abrupt and petals pending gnarling grips of tendrils wending, barbed within…