Poems
Don't sit by river
Aren't there to be picked up by poets who pass
To find them on bank
And I'm
Not built to deliver
When stepping stone love in need
Of a bridge or a plank
Youth
The stream so much wider
Thought you could slow down the flow
If you drank and you drank
Middle age
Still unable to find her
The words on the stone that you skimmed
So heavy it sank
The ripple
Hesitation creates
The unposted poem with message
So clear yet so blank
Love will come
Not to he who just waits
For mouthing from bank side seems safer
Than living in tank
Thoughs
We understand were preserved
Rotted and quickly moved on
To a less cluttered bed
Rust
Somethoughts never deserved
But treated no different to ones
You kept in your head
Couldn't master me a classical piece
My brain's well oiled buts its never been greased
Popular but not fighting for seats
Pays the rent but never the lease
Never classed as a work of art
Unlikely with the slowest of starts
Good progress if he ever tok part
Schooldays when you live by your heart
Those
Strong and able to survive
And so at the expense
Of fiction and art
Dissolve
Unnoticed to sea
As time eats the evidence left
That we even took part