A distant memory When humans ruled the world Until the day the world turned inside out Us humans were truly spat out

I’m on an unbelievable planetary high A twist of Saturn’s golden rings Earth is my cherry on a quivering cocktail stic

The sacred angels sing The poet writes some deep liquid ink The ballerina pirouettes The artist paints in colours and shades of grey

Thankful for the words I write Everyday I see the shining daylight Through the rain, mist and fog Every night I see the sparkling stars

Stuck in a story Unable to escape The scene on the page I tried to escape the four corners of the page The page wouldn’t let me out

Welcome to my bubble Admission is free No timeline No clocks tick tock or rewind No hands to chime

As the snow does fall A wonderful snowman stands tall He wears an old farmer’s hat Accompanied by a scarecrow’s scarf

Space Unicorn Did you really spin around too many times? On the space carousel ride Instead you run wild and free

As I travel through the wheels of time Jumping through circles of time Looping the millions of continual loops I know my elaborate suit

The carrots gave each other a huge hug Right from their soily, roots up to their green sprouting tuffs The carrots were so in love

Yes, it did come to the last day Cloud and haze Mixed with a cool sea breeze Gran Canaria Winter Pride 2022 We have a balcony view

Flanders Field Where horses gallop Where a bloody war was fought Where blood was spilt Where red poppies now grow

Poetry in motion Is just word play Without a thought One word follows another As we write an unwritten prayer

Travelling through time to capture the past To make the future one day past Hooking every memory

I am Hessian Man I am a natural born world superhero I carry my trusty metal lamp To defend the skies and planet I unzip My metal big zip

I caught a train It came on time From Yorkshire to Kings Cross From north to south

We reached our sunny destination Our holiday haven Taking in the sun Walking around this familiar town

Please release me I’m caught between fiction and reality I tip my toe I stretch out my hand Yet, fiction pulls me in

Winter is wide awake Cold snowflake’s fall On the hard, frosted ground The sun gleams On the frozen blue lake

The wheels of the gravy train has finally come to an abrupt stop The fist made a dent in this money carriage