People as strangers, I find generally rude.That's how I feel, as an average dude.They live by a raging, self-entitled arrogance,A template used, based on sheer ignorance. I've witnessed this attitude, cut through social strata,From London to Milan, New York and Bogota.Not only these cities, but across the whole globe,Offence found in all places, I've chosen… Continue reading The Rudeness of Strangers
There's no one out there,I've determined.When help is needed, Or a valid complaint is made,Deserving of an answer.I'm basically talking to the stars. Although simply put,It supports the idea,Of a programmer,Responsible for my life simulation. Because, He/She/They don't know the answers.They maybe studying, experimenting,Perhaps having some recreational fun.Or, I am a pet. Originally,A novelty.But God… Continue reading Is There Anybody Out There?
When I was smaller and growing,In the suburbs of old Aberdeen,Each bairn from our neighbourhood had, Turns out, their own trampoline. Above the back garden fences,Excitement accelerates skyward.Tri-umphant arms waved in the air,While leaping as high as they could. Intrigue provoked as I stared, Grappling the whole mystery.And how those high jumpers appeared,Only marginally older… Continue reading Before I Knew What A Trampoline Was
Fiona Lewis - who'd handmade me a Valentine's cardThomas - now an architect Fiona Brown - whereabouts unknown Marcus - who'd kissed me the year before in a filmic mannerAnd I We sit on the concrete bridge to watch as each in turn we try not to botch our attempts to walk the ledge running… Continue reading All Aged 7
Every snowflake is uniqueThey say -Those People who say such things Who am I to doubt?And The People who hear such thingsThose People say "Wow!" "As is every yam"A dear friend said to me"No two yams are exactly the same" And yet, The People who hear such thingsThose People seem less than impressedBy this particular… Continue reading Snowflake vs Yam
Last time I came here it was the high end of summer.Farm vehicles were working in the fields and paired Red Kites circled above the trees. Now, the tracks have filled with clay-coloured puddles.Not one day without rain, has passed in October this year.Not until today. And the leaves on the trees, there's less of… Continue reading Returned Again
Found in the morning, a day after Valentine's,Fast asleep underneath, a tree near my work.Kneeling beside you, I felt for vital signs,Carefully checking, making sure you were'nt hurt. Beautiful fluffy big brown teddy bear,Abandoned and dumped, after some lovers' fight.Gently I carried you, inside to a chair,Wheeled to the front window, bathed in sunlight. I… Continue reading Bear