Full Moon

Every month the pages turn,
the horror creeping in

Time ticks by and slowly
his scary world begins

Uncontrolling voices start,
he cannot get away

The manic life he hates so much
takes over come what may

A person I don’t recognise,
a stranger no one knows

Dangerous, so scary,
life is threatened,
voices grow

Painful scars inflicted
to release the fear inside

If only I could reach him
but the demons make him hide

Tears appear from everywhere,
the lucidness returns

He cannot face reality,
fresh scars begin to burn

A frightened child is lost within
a world he cannot see

The moon retreats,
The madness fades,
Once more his mind is free

Hell in the Gym Hall

Completed today (June 21st) as part of World Writing Day

Girls to the left,
Boys to the right,
avoiding eye contact
with all of their might

It’s that time of year
when they’re forced
into prancing,
the dreaded,
the hated,
Mixed Social Dancing

Lecherous Bob
with his big, sweaty palms,
his desperate to squeeze
Busty Babs in his arms

Angela’s eyeing up
Geeky boy Winston
who’d rather be reading
his copy of Piston

Mousy Michelle
makes a beeline for Ricky
but is pipped at the post
by foxy faced Vicky

Freckly Fred
blushes straight to his roots
as he’s left with the teacher,
sexy Miss Boots

With a skirl of the bagpipes
they head off round the hall
trying hard not to trip
as they fumble and fall

In gym halls,
in high schools
from Orkney to Fife
all teenagers face
the worst time
of their lives!!


Going through the motions
living life
but barely living,
waiting for another world
to steal her away

Drowning in pity
for what her life
has become,
no memory of the girl
she used to be

His gaze no longer
holds her nor
makes her feel alive,
the dying embers
of their passion
and long dead

She is lifeless
until she glimpses another
and she is hooked,
drawn to the surface
by an invisible force

He invades her thoughts,
creeps in to her day,
a lighting bolt
sparking lost sensations

has renewed her

This girl is Alive



I am an island;

Few can reach me,
perilous waters keeping all
but the bravest at bay

Tormented daily
by the harsh elements
of a world that cannot
comprehend the life
I am living

Solitude is my friend,
it does not judge me
and holds me safe
within it’s grasp

I am an island;
I am Alone.


I see you in your sister’s eyes
that twinkle and shine so bright

I see you in your brothers strength
because he won’t give up the fight

I see you in my dreams
and when I close my eyes

I see you in your Daddy’s smile
as he kisses me goodbye

I cannot frame your pictures though
then place them on the wall

Nor hang your stocking up
and wait for Santa Claus to call

The day you grew your wings
my heart was broken but unseen

I will always wonder, my angel,
who you would have been


Empty headed fools
perform their routine
with no original thought

Do not challenge them,
for Puppets,
controlled by the
invisible hand of power,
spew toxic waste
from gaping mouths

Blinded by narrow minds
and ignorance,
they see only one vision
for the world

There is no place
for the sick, the wounded
and the needy

empty of mind
and of heart

Final Sunset








She has not always shone
for all to see,
her light hidden often
in the shadows

Eclipsed by brighter stars,
her brilliance has flashed
only briefly through gaps
in the clouds

Only those flying
closest to her have
felt her warmth,
have seen how brightly
she can shine

And when her
final sunset arrives,
the sky will glow
with colours so wondrous
and her life
will live on
in those who loved her