Seagull Sonata

These are not birds
But ideas in my mind

Each clamouring 
For attention

Asking to be fed
And wanting to soar

High into the
Open sky

Marathon Man

There are some who run

towards fame

Others who prefer to run 

towards anonymity

There are some who run 

into waiting arms of lovers

And some who run  

far away from others

But what do you make of those

who are constantly 

running away from 

the demons within themselves

Planet Of The Apes

What do I say of 

A species that undermines 

The value of trees

It's hard to believe 

Man is related to me

And sadder still to 

See his arrogance 

And greed

Bringing him down

To his knees

Childhood Law Number 1

Whenever I find
Attention to be
In short supply

All I have to do
Is let out my most
Anguished cry

A Study In Yellow

It's not in our job profile
To be staid and mellow

Like sunflowers proud
We wear our yellow

Guaranteed to cheer up
The grumpiest fellow

A Fellow Photographer

Here's a fellow tourist
Looking out for the perfect frame
Unaware that his casual walk
Prevents my composition
From being drab and plain

Why Boys Must Remain Boys

It's easy to bond when
We are one of a kind

And when you renounce
Every wordly possession,
The concept of desire

Where is the quarrel
Between what's yours
And what's mine?