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Valentines Day

This is a poem for the broken hearted.
For those who have loved and lost.
The Star crossed lovers
Who set their course on ‘Mission Impossible’

Don’t be sad because you’ve tried and failed.
Because your hopes are dashed,
Because you never saw it coming,
Or, saw it coming and wished it wouldn’t.

Remember the love you had in your heart.
How generously you gave it.
You are that same person,
Be kind to yourself, have a cup of tea.

This is a day unlike any other.
Drenched in commercialism and expectation.
Our hearts are wrenched out of our pockets.
Tomorrow is another day.

Time heals. It reveals. It goes on.
It makes buds blossom.
And fruit rot on the vine.
There’s no stopping its ruthless progress

On this auspicious day of Love
Write down for posterity
Something you like about yourself
Send yourself a Valentine

Torture Times Two

Why choose to be tortured by love…
When life is so short, and death is so long
Why keep falling back into…
Familiar patterns of pain and failure

Why struggle and rage, cajole and placate,
Trying to change what you cannot
It’s about sorrow… it’s about loss
Who pays the price…who absorbs the cost?

Let it go…feel that flow,
An ending, a beginning…fast or slow
Why choose to be bruised with a blow?
Let it go…let it go. Let it go.

Let There Be Love

Let us have FAITH…
That we do all, have choices.
That what we do can make a difference.
That there is goodness in all of us

Let us have COURAGE…
To say no when we need to
To resist manipulation, coercion or force
To stand up, to hate and evil.

Let us have LOVE…
In our relationships with friends and family
In the places we work, walk and study
In our hearts and minds

Most of all…Let us have love.


She didn’t cook she warned me,

I mustn’t expect too much.

She needn’t have worried


I watched and waited . . .

Listened to her nervous chatter,

Mesmerized by her pale loveliness.


We sat on her sofa.

She kissed me, then said she shouldn’t.

Too late . . . the kissing had commenced.


In truth, we couldn’t stop.

So we kissed and kissed,

And what kisses they were . . . .


Long and languid, lying in bed

Covered by duvets and dogs.

A curtain of cherry blossom at the window.


Cold and wet, shivering on Clacton Pier

As the rain poured through the boardwalk

Into the churning sea below


Fierce and urgent, in shop doorways,

In dark deserted Soho streets.

Waylaid by desire on the way home.


Snatched, between courses . . . .

Of dinner served to oblivious friends,

Amidst dirty dishes and bubbling pans.


Aflame, on the fire escape

During the too short intervals,

Of Tristan and Isolde.


A kaleidoscope of kisses

Wherever, whenever we wanted

Until, satiated, we stopped.


We are what we are, Or are not.                                                                             We are fluid as air and water… Elastic.                                                                     We can be one way, Then another.                                                                           Grow into ourselves over time… Expand.

We are shape-shifters, Dream catchers.                                                          People who take risks… Courageous.                                                                    We are you, we are me, we are us,                                                                          Bound together by hope and understanding.