starman… 1947-2016

The starman, now…

back on his way

having fell from Mars

back in the day…

a lad insane

at times they said

& yes, sometimes

he went off his head

from Time to time

& station to station…


The rebel rebel with painted face

a crusading hero full of grace…

the golden years he did embraced

though fame,

had brought it highs &


oftime’s his woes, and raw emotions showed

in lyrical soulful sound & vision

shared with all on radio waves & television

the lodger

loving the alien…

the heathen

soul he held within…

a hero,  an idol ,

he couldn’t stay

a star man who stopped along the way

to share his genius & walk among us

back off on his voyage …

beyond the infinite








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Abigail …

Abigail Abigail, how ye blaw,

turning the rain tae sleet, hail and snaw

I can hear ye roaring doon in the brae

blawin the trees in a ferocious way

makin’ them creak and wildly sway

oh how I wish ye wid haste awaw

angry Abigail….

Abigail Abigail how you rage

turning the ocean into your stage

howling & wailing your velocity soars

a rhapsody of waves dance wildly to shore

crashing on to the rocks, as moon looks on,

as it always does through calm and storm

angry Abigail…

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I don’t wear a poppy

I don’t wear a poppy 

I don’t wear a poppy 2 remember the dead
I keep them in memory inside my head.
I don’t wear a poppy 2 remember the dead
children…, injured, killed by drones
as they lay in their beds.
I don’t wear a poppy like those grown in the fields
patrolled by solider with guns… until the crop yields.

I don’t wear a poppy, as they remind me
of the life’s that are ruined, by opiate toxicity.

I’m not being disrespectful to the life’s that  are lost,
as they battled in wars at the very high cost…
I understand the mindset, as to what they believed,
that they were fighting for a good cause,
but they were deceived…

when I see a poppy…
it makes me feel sad…
for life’s that were lost
& futures never had…

I think of children and families,
left without homes
workplaces destroyed,
piles of rubble, and bones…
I think of the lies that our leaders have spread,
the war propaganda, they try and put in our heads
 I’m haunted by the tears and pain,
of those mourning the dead
while these warmonger leaders
stand at the Cenotaph with bowed heads
I don’t wear a poppy,
because what it represents to me,
is war and destruction, greed and toxic debris.
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the daisy & the willow tree


Was on a mid-September night

I chanced upon a wondrous sight

a little daisy on the brae

to her goddess willow prayed

& as I watched in silent awe

I was humbled with all that I saw

I listened to her words of praise

as she was blessed with goddess grace

Oh mighty willow goddess green

Share with me all you have seen

for it is said that you are wise

and in your wisdom goodness thrives

and it is said that you can fix

all that ails and makes us sick

Sweet goddess willow share with me

all natures secrets known to thee

pray tell me goddess willow tree

of all your sensitivity

tell me of each new tomorrow

tell  me of your joy and sorrow

for it is said you hold the key

to life…

to immortality…

Sweet little flower I hear your prayer

but what secrets with you can I share?

As I stand here each day and night

I am blessed with wondrous sights

I feel the wind caress my leaves

and in my catkins butterfly’s grief

the caterpillar… as she departs

reborn with flight, a brand new start

And often when the sky is dark

I sit in council with the lark

who whispers a quiet sweet refrain

as he takes shelter from the rain

And little flower it is true

my bark and leaves infuse a brew

filled with healing properties

used in herbal remedies

that ease and soothe the anxious heart

kill a fever when it starts,  and dissolves pain

from aching limbs and joints and migraines.

I shelter newborns as they sleep

I morn with widows as they weep

and neath the shelter of my leaves

passing strangers ofttimes sleep

veiled by night…

hidden safely out of sight

I’ve shared in moments of joy and bliss

as young lovers have their first kiss

vows and promised made…

moonbeam wishes, in my shade.

From the cradle to the casket

life’s tapestry, a woven basket…

yet I am only one of many

we trees are family, diverse and plenty

what er our name or our domain

we stand tall in hail and rain

and bloom as sunshine feeds the grain,

Vital to life’s energies…

natures pure identity,

we trees are life,

and so are you…

Sweet little flower so humble thee

you are wondrous just like me

a part of natures mystery

the great evolving Majesty…

nature define, life immortal…

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you’ll never know…

how you reached me
how you opened my eyes
you’ll never know
how you made me feel
every word you said
turned my head
I’d felt so long dead
you opened my mind
I had been so blind
to reality
what you done for me
was you made me see
love so true
it wasn’t just about you
or me, but humanity
what it meant to be free
what it meant to care
in a world full of despair
you’ll never know
how all that you do
made me fall in love with you
such true virtue
that’s why I love you
but you’never know…

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Imagine lying in your bed
the sound of warplanes overhead
You go to the window & all you see
is rubble and carnage where homes & schools used to be.
The local hospital raised to the ground
the shops and your work place can’t be found.
No where to work no where to play
everything bombed, life in disarray
No clean water to cook or wash
no gas or electric, for the hob
no heat or light,children terrified,
wondering will they die if they sleep at night
Imagine war was all around you
living with oppression, what would you do?
would you pick up stones and try to fight back
knowing the odds against you were politically stacked
would you pray for safety, would you try to flee
Imagine the dilemma of being a refugee
ordinary people just like you and me