Poems

Poem

I’m the king of the dinosaurs, number one reptile,
tyrannosaurus rex can’t touch my style.
I’m dressed to kill, got the sharpest suit,

Poem

The dinosaurs are on the march again.
They have trampled across the terrace overnight,
Leaving green, veined footprints in their wake.
Now they lurk in the undergrowth;

Poem

The willow and the wind
are natural dancing partners;
look how the willow weeps
with the joy of movement,
skillfully rooted to the spot.

Poem

There is a place (believe me,

            she said) where if, if

Poem

The seagulls are doing their dance again – Wings clasped to their sides, they stare up the street.
Up and down, up and down, go their knobbly pink knees;

Red Cherry Red
Poem

Standing by the river, my face grew
into a flat fish and floated off
to a lily pad, and I was lonely
without myself, without my twin.

Poem

Spring is baby,
bright, fresh and new,
gurgling with the melting snow,
singing with the first cuckoo.

Poem

At dawn, she climbs over the horizon
to slink between the curtains
and rest her head on your pillow.

Poem

                   ...not white like the snow

 

more moon-panther or silvery cloud-cat

Poem

Take an apple. Chop it into quarters.
Count out three. These represent the lakes
that nestle inside countries, all the snaking 

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