Calder

Gentle water
Meander down the Calder
Soft greens reflected from your surface
As if another world exists below

Sheltered, as I am, from your future
Falling from the sky
I witness droplets altering your flow

Calming river
My foot numb from your hypnosis
Mind blank, sat shielded
On your shaded bank
Ripples twitching evening glow

Nomadic traveller
I wish that you could take me
Peacefully, I'd cherish every moment
Stay with you
Wherever you may go

Craving Horizontal

Feet up, eyes closed
Lent back
Stool on two legs
Propped against the wall

Head loose
One leg crossed over the other
Bum forward, shoulders reclined
A glazed look out the window

New chair
Padded everywhere
An extra lever for optimum comfort
An extra wheel for maximum glide

Central heating turned on full
Electric light killing the darkness
Forest sounds tweeting through the hi fi
Incense burning hairs in your nostrils

These imitations of lying outside in the grass
Will never be as good
As lying outside in the grass.

Election

We have taken one step back. 
This is not the end of walking, we are not rolling down the hill. 
We may have put our foot in it. 
This IT may be hot coal, from which some scars will always show, some wounds will never heal. 
One day though we will remember this suffering long enough to take a few steps forward. 
We will continue on our path up this great rise. 
Perhaps we'll never see the top but together we can reach a view point. 
Once we learn to hold each other's hand we can stop, stand and watch the sun set. 
At this height let something greater than our selves, our most loyal friend, determine when our path has come to end.

Retirement

In the years it takes for a tree to grow
Millions around it are cut down
Most of which have lived much longer
Than any of us have been around

It takes just a second to cut
And another few more to burn
We rarely think of the hundreds of years
Each tree has been waiting its turn

Distractions

I don't know how we all got so distracted.
Couldn't sit and watch the first drop fall from the sky
And why we describe boredom as like watching paint dry.

I don't know when we lost our attention and 
our thoughts became so numb.
We'd rather watch screens do noubt
than with our minds have endless fun.

There can be little more exciting than waiting for a train &
Watching from the sky fall, floods of endless rain.
Yet down our heads stare, instead, at tiny little boxes
That hold more information than we can possibly retain.

There's little more enchanting than the tears that soak us through
Gravity enticing the sky right down to you
There'e little more surrounding than living in the cloud
Yet our mood is described as grey unless the sky is blue.

So screen, screen go away and halt your muddled chatter
Rain, rain, here to stay in clumps of puddle matter

Lift up your head, throw down your hood
Roll around in the rain soaked mud
Peer at the sky, let your eyes get wet
Experience your being completely reset

Let your phone drip in the puddle
and evaporate into the air
And then, from there you will have
somewhere more interesting to stare.

Sky

Somewhere else

 the sky is thick with endless cloud 

and from it pours treacherous rain 

diverted by thunderous winds.  

This tiny bit of sky though, is pink and still.

Tony

Tony the ant hid on a warthog
So that he could skive all day
He didn't like his work
He didn't like his pay
But when a good friend found him
There was nothing he could do
But get to work on shoveling
Smelly warthog poo

Homeland

Some call it Britain, some the UK
It's depressingly capitalised the surveys say
... sure, it's not perfect
And sure, it is cold
It may no longer be powerful or bold
But this tiny island has an honest love
Whether or not the sun shines above
So... For all the tea in all of China
Or all the weather of Spain
I wouldn't change a single mountain range
Or stop a drop of British rain
With all the tea in all of China
Or all of europe's top designer
With every spotless American diner
Or any Arabian luxury liner
This cosy home, couldn't be finer
The beauty's unstoppable once you find her

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Friend

I cannot comfort
There are no words to speak
I should be with you

Fuzzy Recollections

Slow walk
Almost to stop
Hand in front
Flame hot
Reminds me of dreams
Of memories

One long candle
That burns the rest
The presence of the scent
Reminds me of past
Of tea in the mountains
Huddled round a fire
And too short moments