I will publish unseen poems on this page. Thye first poem I wrote when my daughter Danielle was put to sleep in preparation for an operation when she was a week old.

I WANTED TO HOLD YOU

The drugs went in

And your eyes folded before mine

The pain you were avoiding

Became my pain

You slept

I wept

For your nice day

Turned to tears of rain

Rolling past the people

Living In their scratching universe

I composed this verse

For you

Wake up

Open your eyes

Wake up

Open your eyes

When you awoke you cried

And I wanted to hold you

Perhaps you will never realize

That I wanted to hold you

This one is about time wasters in campaigns

TOO MUCH NOISE

THERE'S SO MUCH NOISE IN HERE

CAN'T HEAR

WHAT YOU ARE SAYING TO ME

IS IT PERSONAL OR SOCIETY

TALK ONE AT A TIME

AND MAKE YOUR SENTENCES RYHME

I FEEL A POEM COMING ON

I FEEL AN ARTISIC EVENT

ABOUT TO EXPLODE IN MY MIND

THERE IS A MESSAGE

THAT IS GETTING DISSOLVED

THERE IS AN EGO

THAT IS GETTING RESOLVED

BUT ARE WE GETTING

ONE STEP CLOSER TO FREEDOM?

WHAT STEP WERE YOU ON BEFORE?

WHAT DOOR

WERE YOU ABOUT TO OPEN

TELL ME BABE WHAT WAS IT'S LABEL?

WAS EQUALITY REALY ON THE TABLE?

OR WAS IT JUST ROAST BEEF AND YORKSHIRE PUDDING?

AN ETHNIC MIX OF COMFORT FOOD

LITTLE ENGLANDER IN A CAFTAN SMILE?

ANOTHER SAFE TARGET ONCE AGAIN

THOSE WHITE NON DISABLED HETROSEXIST MEN

WHO LOOK AT YOU IN THE MIRROR IF YOU DECIDE TO BUY IT

WHO'LL REFLECT YOUR LABLELLING PROCESS IF YOU WANT TO TRY IT.

THE NOISE

IS INVENTED BY THE BOYS

YOUR CAN LISTEN

OR IGNORE IT

YOU CAN IGNORE IT OR

SEND A MESSAGE

LIKE A KNIFE

THAT YOU POSSESS

YOU CAN KEEP IT

UNDER YOUR DRESS

IF YOU WISH

IF YOU CHOOSE

IT'S A PERSON'S RIGHT TO CHOOSE

IT'S A LOSERS RIGHT TO LOSE

IT'S ALL OUR RIGHTS TO PLAY THE GAME

EVEN THOUGH WE ARE NOT THE SAME

IN FACT DIFFERENCE IS THE NAME OF THE GAME.

 

TOO MUCH NOISE

NOISY PEOPLE

TALKING OVER EACH OTHER

LIKE SISTER AND BROTHER

TOO MUCH NOISE

DROWING OUT

WHAT ANYONE'S TALKING ABOUT

TOO MUCH NOISE

FOR MY HEARING AID

WHICH IS COMMON SENSE

TO COME OFF THE FENCE

AND FREE OUR PEOPLE

FROM THE VIOLENCE

FROM ABUSE AND RAPE

TOO MUCH NOISE

FROM THE BACK ROOM

GIRLS AND BOYS

TOO MUCH NOISE.

 

 

 

TWO ANGELS

Two angels set apart

 

Two angels tugging at my heart

growing up in ignorance

doesn’t add up to common sense

tearing me in two

Invisible to almost everyone

divisible by minus one

impossible to resolve

for my aching sole to hold

segregation pain

growing up alone

from the soul that could be called home

calling home calling home

on the web or the telephone

hey dad I miss you

for the father far away

today or on another day

to the daughter who would miss me

to the daughter who would kiss me

from the broken shores of the usa

I wish I could fill the space

and take another place

bring it altogether

bring it all back home

divided by our hate and ego

united by our love for others

can we all be included in the place that we call home?

ASEXUAL LOVE POEM

I wish i was a worm

that wriggles squirms and splits

that hasn't got a penis

that hasn't got no tits

it doesn't need a girlfriend

marriage or divorce

it lies around and fucks itself

and is trod on by a horse

it cannot write a poem

it cannot sing a note

its sanity's unquestioned

and it's priviledged not to vote.

MARRIAGE

YOU’RE GOOD IN BED ALTHOUGH YOU PISS IT

YOU DO MY HEAD IN BUT I WOULDN’T MISS IT

YOU’RE AN EGOTISTICAL JEALOUS GIT

I MIGHT BE A MACHO MACHOCHIST

BUT I LIKE IT

I’M A WIND UP MERCHANT FROM THE STREETS OF HELL

I CAN MAKE YOU MAD AND I CAN DO IT SO WELL

I’M A TORTURED SOUL

BLOWING HOT AND COLD

BUT I’M GETTIN OLD

YOU’RE LOW ON SELF IMAGE THAT’S WHY YOU DO WHAT YOU DO

YOU SHOUT AND SCREAM JUST TO GET YOU THROUGH

IF WE GET DIVORCED I KNOW YOU’LL SUE

THAT’S WHY I LOVE YOU

I’M AFRAID OF YOU

I SOMETIME SUPPOSE THAT IM JUST PLAIN WRONG

I COMPOSE A POEM OR WRITE A SONG

ABOUT A PERSON I’VE KNOW VERY WELL ALL ALONG

IT’S A LOVE THING

IT MAKES ME SING

AND I THINK ABOUT YOU