Terry    BOWDEN
 
 

Ewan ELLIOTT
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Bob    KING
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Eddie KYLE
 
 
 

Alice THORPE
 

God Shares
 
 

On The Cliff top
 

Compliments 
 
 

The Song
 
 

The Edge
 

Tired Eyes
 

Sparrow
 

Farewell to mother
 

Pretend
 
 

Food To My Thoughts

Done With Reading
 

Ouroubouros

 As water falls in crystal balls
 

The exhaust crackled quietly

Thrown at random, and meant, to near strangers

Idling through the traffic - barely over

To see clearly, all the time

Sunk in sockets

I sit in the garden and watch them

Let the drums beat slowly

Why is life so much a pretence?

Here I sit and cast my gaze

The book lies open

This muse meant,

Terry    BOWDEN
 

Ewan  ELLIOT
 
 

Bob    KING
 

Alice THORPE

Crests of Fortune
 

Oh, Elaine....
 
 

I Hate It
 

Hope 
 

Mind's Eye 

Shangri-La 
 

To a Foetal Flower

Buxom and daring, wild and free

Careful not to look too hard, or lift my eye to where

 If I do this and I do that

In the hills along the border

One family holds the world in awe
 

The tides of life are rough and toilsome, I'll not deny,

What is this feeling that lies within