Coffee in a street café

Noodles piping hot

Spice of life variety

Thanks for what I’ve got

Simple pleasure I have learnt

Road to happy life

Stomach full and share a smile

Free of care and strife

Sunday morning shady street

Time to sit and think

In this world are many who

Lack both food and drink

Purpose of my poem is

Celebrate the small

What you have is better than

Not having at all

Feed the world and we canhave

Water flowing free

Human rights will give to us

Peace and dignity



The sun rises every day. It did so before I was conceived and will do so after I am forgotten. Passing through this world alone, I will have left no mark. I travel almost unnoticed, quietly watching as life passes me by. My independence and love of solitude have built a life lived within confines. Freedom can be as much a restraint as bondage when you have become a slave to it.

So I am seeking. Somewhere on this planet there is someone who holds the key to releasing me from my liberty. A free spirit who has seen life, tasted all the sweet bitterness of failure and has still not given up. Someone who is not lonely, but alone and wants without ever needing. With this person I would share the smallness of life and the bizarre simplicity of waking up and just continuing to be. The ability to share the sunrises and know that we are both stirred and shaken by the humble majesty of the earth turning.

On this one person I might leave a mark. Love is a much abused word but that is what I want to know. The simplicity of loving someone and knowing that they will watch the sunrise with me. With every sunrise, life is different, but with every sunrise, nothing changes that bond I have chosen. Before my sun sets, I want to know the beautiful uncertainty of waking up and sharing the small nothings of life. The unremarkable simplicity of knowing that I am alive, wanted, and that someone has noticed.


My world it turned to fog

I didn’t want the detail crowding in

And so I blanked it out

Specifics aren’t where I wish to begin

I’m crawling back to life

I cannot stay in limbo ever more

But not yet standing up

I wonder if I’ll ever leave the floor

And you who put me here

So proud of all that you have done for me

But I forgive you now

Your hatred cannot stop me if I’m free

You think that I am weak

Refuse to play your petty little game

But you can’t touch me now

For I am here and I have found my name


Everyday is different

Everyday the same

Everyday my difference

Others seek to blame

One day I may falter

One day standing tall

One day this will alter

Barriers can fall

Everyone is special

Everyone unique

Everyone has questions

Answers that we seek

We can make a difference

We are much the same

We ensure that different

Isn’t cause for shame

Lots and Yards

My yard was not the place I found my joy
Though happily I played there as a boy
With neighbours’ children running wild and free
The way a youth is really meant to be
The mirror that I held up to my face
Was in a far off land but any place
Could be the moment you decide to see
The who you are and who you’d like to be
I’m happy drifting I don’t have no plan
I’m not relaxed I’m not sure that I can
But I have made my peace and now I sit
And savour every moment being it
Perfection is a goal I can’t attain
Contented with my lot is where I aim