Thursday, 5 January 2017


Make forever

I sprinkle you lightly
Wherever I go.
Ashes are ashes,
Dust is dust,
And we’re the same,
All crumbling.

The artists outside
Are sticking and slapping,
Building and raising,
A freaky palace here,
A rambling folly there,
Their reign is free.

Words can work too,
Make whoopee.
A daft bat in a hat
With a fistful of tat,
Is scribbling, giggling,
Wailing, nailing.

And the woods still grow,
Still call out names.
So, here and there,
Do what you can,
But don’t give in,
No, never that.

RF 2017

Not exactly a New Year message. Just something I've been working on a for a while. It may change again... just throwing it out into the 'world' for a bit. Photo is from early December 2016.

Thursday, 15 December 2016


Open arms

Let your family
Be something good,
Open and warm,
Not ruled by blood,
Or geography.

And, large or small,
Keep this resolve:
Embrace outside,
Work hard inside,
Make history.

RF 2016

For me the best family is an open concept. Read about some very special Xmas dinners here.

Monday, 5 December 2016

Xmas number one?

Straight in

It’s been a tough year,
People gone, times hard,
But we don’t write that
In a ‘merry xmas’ card.

I think of you my love,
How you make loving fun,
And all I want to be
Is your xmas number one.

Days are short and cold
And the funds are low,
Xmas lists so long,
There’s no sign of snow.

I think of you my love,
Look, here comes the sun,
And all I want to be
Is your xmas number one.

Music’s on repeat,
Jingle bells on high,
Wham’s 'Last Xmas'
Lasts forever, who knows why.

I think of you my love,
Then I need nowhere to run,
And all I want to be
Is your xmas number one.

It’s a drawn-out day
For a lonely heart.
Some can’t wait for the end 
Of the joy to start.

But I think of you my love,
What we’ve done, done, done,
And all I want to be
Is your xmas number one.

RF 2016

Tune anyone? 

Wednesday, 16 November 2016

Hate Crime

The opposite of brave = hate crime

It’s the land of the free
If you look like me,
If you talk like me,
If you think like me.
It’s the land of the free
If you ride like me,
All the way to the bank, guys.

And it’s just as well
I believe in hell,
That’s where I’m going,
All this hate I’m sowing.
It’s just as well
I believe in hell,
Down, down to the bank, guys.

And don’t you wish your country was free like mine?
Well, don’t cha? Don’t cha?
Terrifying kids and feeling fine?
All the way to the bank, yeah.

RF 2016

Sunday, 13 November 2016



Cry today for our choices that are so poor.
Kill or be killed,
Starve yourself, or others.
What choice is that?

Cry today for our view that is crooked.
Hate because you’re told to,
Because you want to,
Because it feels good.

Cry because your god is bitter.
Love thy inconvenient neighbour,
Not just your family,
Or love is mean.

And cry today because you can,
Because you still care,
And remember what good can be;
It is a choice.

RF 2016

Photo taken from Caterthuns, Angus, yesterday.

Friday, 11 November 2016

Entry number 2

So in the last post I offered my first entry for the Great Trump Inauguration Poetry Competition. Maybe it was a little angry. Maybe it could be misread (largely I was using his voice, or one of his voice's anyway...). Still, I'm going to try and come up with a few alternatives because I really want to win this competition! And like Trump I will say just about anything to secure my win. If I was a hashtag person I suppose I might try and start #Great Trump Inauguration Poetry Competition... maybe someone else will do that. There will be a positive, life-affirming, all come together entry yet to come (I am sure!) but it might take a few weeks. People keep crying on the news, beloved artists keep dying... it's all very inconsiderate.

At least in part my second entry was influenced by this article. And possibly the fact that I keep seeing mention of some shop's TV Xmas ad. (because that's news, obviously...).

The Great Inauguration Poem Competition – take two.

We expect a lot of politicians,
Too much perhaps.
They are only human after all,
If we’re lucky.

We want them to fix everything,
Be plumber, joiner, carer, nurse.
We give them the keys to our castles,
And our cells.

We write them letters,
‘Dear Santa, please outlaw abortion’.
We have our own focus,
And they have theirs.

RF 2016

Photo from 2013, Pennan, Aberdeenshire.

Wednesday, 9 November 2016

Hot off the...

In which the party machine writes the greatest inauguration poem of all time
(rough draft for January 2017)

Good morning Vietnam, I mean America.
How y’all doin’? Are you having a good time?
Have you been on all the rides yet?
My personal favourite is the one that makes
Your hair stick right out, so you look like a mad man,
A person no-one would ever trust to run a country.
Am I right?
Am I freaking right?

I mean it worked for Ronald McReagan.
Who’d vote for an actor, they said,
Who’d want a cowboy turning D.C. into Dodge?
And he did OK, didn’t he? A-OK.
The president’s brain is missing, my ass.
Whoever said the president needs a brain in the first place?
He needs a solid team of speechwriters,
A wife, a total disregard for the environment,
A few good suits and a baseball cap.
Can I get a ‘hell yeah!’?
The world needs ‘hell, yeah’s.

So let’s get this celebratory poem thing rolling along…
Superbowl, Super Tuesday, Supersize shrink…
Greatest country in the world!
Greatest country in the world!
Jeez, even I feel uncomfortable saying some of this crap.
Did I say ‘greatest country in the world’ yet?
Shall I say it again?
How about Normandy?
Does anyone remember Normandy?

Basically, the hard truth is
You losers sent a woman to do a man’s job.
But I won’t say that out loud.
This time.
Maybe on twitter.
Women are wives and others,
Keep ‘em looking in mirrors, that’s what I say,
Or maybe do some more yoga, honey.
The farmer wants a wife.

And now here I stand, Donny champion of the world.
I have smashed corruption
(Or something)
With my big, hard head,
And as I walk the halls
Of my new white palace
I can’t quite believe it.
Well, really, can you?

RF 2016

Photo taken this morning. The poppy was already there.