The world outside is grey,
there is no sun today...

Summer sun now sets.
Washes the sky in piercing colour...

Abuse the form, the multitude of poets cried
(I call them poets though you may disagree...

---Apologies for the awful non-rhyme in the second...
I want to break out of this cycle and into the...

--I was rather amused to find 'patrotic poems...
Oh, say can you see...

---apologies to other poets, who found this title...
I dream of her...

I capture the sky;
I hold it in my hand and look...

If you want rhyme or reason, look away,
Here is no sphinx, no sophistry - that clever...

---Yes, I am---
Red, Blue and Green...

The bus never stops
Unceasing redness shoots past...

---Written on a rainy day: as are most in...
This poem's not dramatic...

There are no prophets,
nor wise-men, nor seers...