Large orbs of onyx
Mesopotamian eyes –
Lost in desert night
Large orbs of onyx
Mesopotamian eyes –
Lost in desert night
Between the two mosques
Sea of colourful tulips –
Seated, he sketches
To reclaim a name
With such negativity –
Seeker of knowledge
Waiting since nine years
For a glimpse of silverware –
To be a Gooner
Paw prodding my head
When that fails, teeth sink in –
A sharp wake up call
Where my poetry
can be appreciated…
In the Philippines
I do love me some
BBC Radio 4 –
An old fart at heart
Our generation
And what shall we tell our kids?
In my day, we had…
From observation
Does he find inspiration…
Sometimes memories
The Haiku poet
Easy to identify –
Counting his fingers