These were written at various time in the past 10 years.

A life not known. (1999)

Alone I stand within my life
Singular, separate, detached, alone
Waiting dormant I live
An existence unfulfilled unknown
Distant I remain unchanging
Looking longing brooding waiting
Desperate for a life not known
Too long loving turns to hating
Raging I fight my nature
Demanding wild untamed
It waits for an all consuming desire
Passionate loving unashamed
Mt heart beats the soul aflame
Roaring burning uncontrolled
Captive dormant locked inside
My destiny to grasp and hold.

Choices irreversible (2000)

Desolate I sit alone and think
Of what might have been
If I had never left your vales
Your hills and woods serene
I cry for a freedom lost
An independence never found
Trapped in an open cage
Body and soul ever bound
Only my spirit keeps faith
That one day I may be
Freed from the prison of my mind
And have the courage to be me.

Not love. (2001)

Love is not beauteous
Nor clean nor pure nor fine
Love takes, steals and possesses
What’s yours is now mine
Freedom is no more
No decision yours alone
Love does not fulfill us
It just makes us blind

The seasons. (1998)

Golden is the sunlight silver is the moon
Cold I the witching hour and warm is the noon
Green and gold the woodland in the summer light
But bare and icy they become in the winters blight
Still though there is a beauty however withered away
In the frailness of live when winter hold sway.

Country autumn. (1998)

Beech leaves take on a copper hue
Misty mornings star-spangled with dew
Sun dapples the woodland glade
Golden pools of light and shade
Moist earth damp leaves scent the dawn
Dew drenched fields and hedgerows in the morn
Early frost spreads silver all around
Stony frozen now the wilted ground
Crimson berries fill country ways
Red, ripe dreaming of summer days
Owls hoot under the frosty moon
Squirrels scurry in the blustery noon
Gales tear loose leaves of red and gold
Whirling down, spinning returning to the earths dark fold
Trees bare now reach for a leaden sky
Crows cry harsh as wheeling they fly
Freezing rain falls on a ploughed field
A leaf falls: winter has come to the weald.