New Sensations – a poem

Fresh felt when seen as newly experienced

By those to whom such delights are alien

Wonders left behind by civilisations ancient,

Known to us of old though new again now.


The spirit of mirth expressed without censure

Fires us all to greater heights, unseen for

Many a moon or year’s passing, strangely

Filling another with unbound laughter.



Societal Eyes – a poem

Eyes of old societies and outdated cultures

Watch through swarms of flying insect lies

Risen from outmoded piles, heaps of customs

Dead from being rewritten over centuries.


They judge for they have eyes to judge with

Yet despite the Word they recognise not

Their own moral horror, hypocrisy held

As a banner with which to ward off corruption.


Something’s Changed – a poem

Something has changed, eternal shift ever

Of paradigm to new design, unintentional

Moments segue from style to fact when

We are not looking, twist and turn slightly

From the mainstays we once knew.


A tiny touch of coolness in things

Which was absent before, drawn

Into being by circumstance, natural

Motions made in life’s course, force

Of alienation badly unexpected.


Perhaps this is the way things work,

Which we do not expect to develop

Within those social storm systems, tided

Over by weathering these conflictions

Of pressure collections, cooler and calmer;

A tropical new world outside, warm.


Assuming the Mantle – a poem

Points of responsibility taken, assumed

For want of no other willing to be that

One who stands, to whom the questions

Are laid as unto the rays of dank stars.


Trials like that of singular shoulders

Weighed down upon by personal

Merit, individual integrity, those points

Of our struggles more than identifiers.


That so many see curiousity instead

Of what we hold to valour, our honour

Ignored for blaise social commitments

To an ideal that we long ago disavowed.


Strange Heavens – a poem

Blazing towards a blood rusted copper sun

Neath the paling thick skies, disc of days

Risen from the shadows of night shines

Grand and bright, like a nuclear winter

Whence we harnessed the stars.


Cloud cover of Autumnal days lies

As a filter between the land and sky,

Sojourns kept separate from sand

Try spirits of the mundane humans

To reach, extend to the heavens.