When sat in Love Lane
I wondered if spring’d come to
London’s frozen heart
Category: Pathetic poetry
Under my skin – a pathetic poem
Someone once called me a tragic-romantic. So true.
But I like writing them.
A day
The Trans Mongolian train in the morning sun on the top of the world in Mongolia
a day like this
a day my thoughts
all wander off
a day my brain
refusing work
just wants to be
back on that train
Love, New York – a pathetic poem
New York, 55th Street
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Stones and other missiles and something that rhymes
Stress and deadlines
Writers block
My blood pressure too high
There’s only one thing saving me …
– Oh come on, “saving me” don’t overdo it, it’s pukey.
The Milky Way – a poem
Floating around
I’m led astray
I want my tea
The Milky Way
A Finish it yourself poem
while you are far
quite out of reach
left us behind
figure of speech
he also crossed
big blue and wide
but ended here
on the right side
he’ll be my
temporary fix
he knows the drill
he plays his tricks
might see him twice
will be spellbound
and lost and high
flying around
but just to say
you’re not forgotten
while I watch the moon
……
Big Ben – a poem
I have a weakness
For tall guys
You know the types
With twinkling eyes
This one has charm
And he has grace
Watching the city
From his space
I know,
it’s only just begun
But he’s towering
facing the sun
His classy suit
Not hard to see
Why, from day one
He captured me
Talking to me
Around the hour
Always on time
That is his power
I try to see him
When I can
Who wouldn’t fall
For
the Big Ben
The flu, the flu
The flu, the flu
What can I do
Drink lots of tea
But not for two
This sunny day
I slept right through
It knocked me out
The flu, the flu
(A true and real time story)
The Tunnel – a poem
he looks left
and she looks right
both angry still
after that fight
they both
look out
the landscape
night
into the tunnel
is that a light?
Roundabout – a poem
I get dizzy
I start to shout
What direction?
Roundabout
M&S – a poem
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I bought 3 items
M & S
But nothing still
Nevertheless
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(Notes:
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M&S Strawberry Milk is my new addiction)
Forty two – a poem
42
Suppose that you
could make a wish
No limits drawn
Just accomplish
the thing you want the most
I know
what I
would like to do
How many kisses ?
Forty two
The Restaurant At The End Of The Universe
Well, since people seem to be in a Hitchhikery kind of mood, I thought this one would be appropiate today:
You know those sleepless nights
Things orbiting my head
The restlessness, the turning
I’m messing up the bed
I walk towards the window
I’m trying to find Mars
I think about my life
While you arrange the stars
I watch the lights, the planets
The galaxy, the moon
The luck I had to find you
How we’ll be meeting soon
I made this reservation
I’m no longer in reverse
I’ll see you in the Restaurant
At The End Of The Universe
Lawless Heart
You can pass her every day
on the street
or in The Cafe
drinking tea
’cause coffee – no
a bite to eat
a meal to go
you can’t really
take them apart
the girl’s a girl
she owns the heart
the question is
and here’s the mess
does it obey
or is it
law
less
(Notes: Picture taken passing an anti war demonstration in front of the Houses of Parliament. Lawless Heart is also a film with Bill Nighy, and a really good one too.
And to answer the question : it is Lawless).
Hello London !
I could bore you with loads of things that happened today, but I am so tired that you have to do with this pathetic poem I wrote in the plane flying from a very snowy Aarhus in Denmark (which gave an hour delay) to London.
The plane speeds up
And it ascends
Aarhus in snow
A chapter endsThe plane slows down
Descend begun
London awaits
I feel the sun
I am here, at last. And it is good.