When ‘advent two’ comes there will be sound louder than anything heard before Light will form in heaven blare and blaze Then, royal...

A gene mutation raises stocks of red pigment giving pink that shocks The colour defeats unmutated green in shows of melanin pomp

The Isle of Skye - my opportune age All God-pressed into four long minutes Stillness in trees / I was overcome A life’s wish was...

Observe the perfect synthesis in crucibles of peace and light Witness the celestial buds change miraculously in heat See His destined...

1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34… He was unusual. When the teacher told him about Fibonacci and the sequence, he started to dream. The...

Here is a re-worked poem based on some words that I wrote a long while ago: The ice-cream afternoon that I remember in August The cancer...

Bitterness ceded Resurgence seeded Characteristics in my changeover Chased surfs of limits Dancing out at sea The process was whole...

Loving you dear ones, seems to let impossibles fill my heart freely. Oil and water truely mix. The artistry, the newness.

We stress and de-stress Our heads need more rest for their methodical tyranny exceeds the speed limit Facial muscles and other head...

The miracle: knots of anger dissolved The rage between hate and forgiveness died When clots of serpentine hurt died in me They lost their...

Cymbals sound Infantes intrant mundum Your mustered credence displays lions All lined up, delivering Hours nip Along passageways of Time...

Your pepper face Your pale brown eyes Your black-rimmed mouth The well of friendliness in you I know life is hard in the wild

I My soft focus is hardening I am tending and gardening with soils and shrubs but no patches of vegetables - just catches catch crops...

Supernature’s best thief stole your life Mum But not your smiles Your smiles were citrine jewels that could not be found In translation...

Meadow brown butterflies caught up in a thin mesh A torn forewing is too painful the whole kaleidoscope locks - the orange flit stills...

In the prophase we called ourselves one Such ignorance! The simmer of summer evenings that concealed cold blood truth and allowed...

Ninety twenties, the hungry house Eleven siblings, poor lives of snares, plucks and dressed wild birds More food groups through the door...

Heat that burned in nineteen seventy-six made children liquefy like gelati Summers like that one are now commonplace Toasting around a...

The tolerance, the curve The buckling straight lines of no bargain A winter’s edict. Melt, in Milan, muffling the raw Christian cries Two...

Invisible man The produce of optics Insanity The basket of refractive indices -------------------- (a Naani poem for H.G.Wells)