Twoems

When you sing From a tree I can’t fathom a thing But you are sending some thing If only a ping When you land on the seat Are you sending a thought? Don’t go away Little bird I want to hear  what you want to say Soon technology will find a way Till then keep rob, rob Robin along

Friendship is the art of mutual fibbing,  Truth is not lost but stored away In the head for another day,  when your friends will tell you. What’s really in their mind.,  So you will be able to respond in kind.  But they know that so won’t try  Thereby preserving the mutual lie.

This slightly quirky painted poem of mine about Trees has had almost 16,000 unsolicited views on the admirable Flickr website.

Silver birch bark was used as paper - so why not a poem

A short poem about my garden shed flic.kr/p/2r1pkyD @rhs @gardenmuseumLDN

The lighted bit at the bottom is 100 yards of a Nash terrace in the Mall which is now a little used car park. Wonder what he would have thought.

This poem of mine flic.kr/p/bmqbhQ has had nearly 7,000 views on Flickr - rather more than here where I am lucky to get double figures

Life is a labyrinth No way back No alternative routes No hint of when it finishes Be warned (Inspired by Mark Wallinger’s labyrinth artworks on every @Tube station in #London #LondonMarathon

Blast from the past; horse trough and gaslight in Hyde Park

Thanks to lovely Libreria in Shoreditch last night for launch of my 80+poems about London tinyurl.com/gqdeuwo