On Dreams

Who invited you

Into my bed while I slept?

I thought we were done


n.b. I fancied torturing myself with some decent poetry and read “Billy’s Rain” by Hugo Williams. I could have chosen to put it down, I suppose.


On Pleasure vi

Glint of needle glimpsed

within Life’s giant haystack

ignites straw-thin hope


CLP 05/09/2020

On Daynight

As eyes gently close

Earth maintains steady motion

Spins tomorrow’s dreams


CLP 22/07/2020


At last they are here!

Welcome them with open arms.

Your dreams become you


CLP 13/07/2020

At the Gate

A sentinel attending her borders

Set a bonnie fire of enthusiasms

Enflamed idleness

Smoked out fears

Stoked courage

Sparked resolve

Sent me on my way alight


CLP 11/07/2020

In Dreamland

Cliché the commentator was taken by surprise

Could not imagine what he was seeing

Could not believe his eyes


The football pitch was purple

Goals were hanging in the air

The ball was a huge fat toffee apple

The referee an old grey mare


Beach huts dotted the terraces

With families at barbecues

Players ran around in waders

Except goalies in platform shoes


At the seven captains’ insistence

Laws of physics were to be ignored

At kick off they ate biscuits

And the whistle simply snored


The fans showed a little interest

When a pterodactyl flew in sight

Chased by a flying winger

Who never shirked a fight


The bustling centre forward

Wore a bustle on his rump

While the tenacious midfield terrier

Stopped to wee on a grass clump


The composed central defender

Was giving off strange smells

That drifted to the Kop End

Launching seventies flares and ringing shells


The clichéd commentator

Was getting all the details wrong

His microphone was a potato

And his watch burst into song


“I’m late! I’m late!” the startled man began to scream

Thinking he was still deeply held in his twisted dream

He ran straight out of his front door onto the busy street

But he hadn’t any clothes on, just slippers on his feet.


n.b. What an www.napowrimo.net nightmare!!! Day 4 poem from a dream / dream poem.


Football: game played with a spherical ball that is kicked.

Goalie: a player who is allowed to use his hands to stop the ball going into the goal net.

Winger: highly skilled player who is usually slight of stature, wirey of frame and tricky, speedy and able to “fly” along the edge of the pitch.

Centre Forward: usually a physically imposing figure, enjoys bullying the opposition and scoring goals.

Central Defender: usually a physically imposing figure, enjoys bullying the opposition and stopping goals.

CLP 04/04/2020


“None of this is real”

She said, but I replied, “See?

It is. We are here”


CLP 12/03/2020

To Sleep

Hold me in your arms

Wrap around and keep me warm

Take me to my Love


CLP 09/03/2020

Ships in the Night

Tonight here in the old stable

The weather worsens

Wind rattles loose boards

Pulls at rickety wooden panels

Pushes at the doors

Tugs the roof

Rain casts itself in waves

On windows

While I lie here

Dreaming of storms on the high seas

Knowing when I wake

I’ll be back safe alongside


CLP 09/01/2020

The Sculptor

Recognising the flaws

In her fellow men

She embarked on a modelling course

To take the putty she had in her hands

And shape it as she saw fit

During her apprenticeship

Plenty of work came to nothing

But she was admired

For her willingness

To try anew


CLP 04/01/2020