Alex Graham McNulty

Alex-amber Rock-stone 

You stopped me with a start

I saw your name upon a bench

Without your beating heart

You-vee

Sunfalls on my balding skin

Soothing my autumn May within

Thinning idly away I be

Viz. visibly vis-à-vis me

Property

I feel my fingers fiercely

Folding, clenching tight

On naught besides myself

And these fists full of fright

What’s her name?

I walk beside my quiet brook 

And look and see what shapes she took 

Her movements shift each moment’s grace 

Each nook and bend, her peace and pace 

The Eel-Eagle One

It is not told that in after days

When of olde YHWH God made the heaven

And it is not written that following the beginning

And its seven

When began the rest of which all creatures sang—

Drowning Potsherds

If I pot this precious potoroo

Drenched it is with tears

Will this cursed ground release it

In the Jubilee of Years?

One Sol

I missed my midday Summer skies

In the noon-grey of my long Julys

When days stopped short and dark dragged on

And I'd stay yet hide, though my leaves had died

Joe-Peep

Papa Joe-peep has missed his sheep

And doesn’t know where to mind them

Make a new home and stay not alone

Awaiting their turns beside them

River Time

No sorries. No worries

Just joeys. Just Chloe's

It’s okay. It’s today

Tomorrow’s past will never last

My Roses

My roses were dead

My heart was blue

Was barely a beat

When I met you

In The End

Stars Shine

Sun is Fine

Time is Light

God is Mine

The Marks of Abel

An eastern barred and banned coot

Which hide in grass by day

Standing out in standing hay

Was spotted prey for sport and loot

Tumble Man

I pray to be a stone

Smooth by wear and chance

Exposing mineral bone

That makes the colours dance

Browns Tide

I am a river widening

Flowing to the sea

No one sees me emptying

The opening in me

The Nutter

The gumnut is my tree

Not tall and reaching far

Nor waving all about

Like a blowing, creaking lout

Drift

At 44, I snore late.

I’m half eighty-eight.

I might be a door weight. 

I know how to bore, mate.

Awake

Amidst the dark and dead of night,

A thin red line ignites the sight.

It rises hot with hope and brings

Awakened day, and rising, sings.

Without doubt

 Dave without doubt

You are doubly stout

And tripley rare

With quadruplet care. 

Only Chloe

Oh, what’s the right gift for a Chloe?

It can’t be the same for a Joey?

It must be unique. It might need mystique.

It may even require something showy.

Mind the mess

 

Well, here we are in the mud

We tried to climb out with a thud

Estranged

It is written

If your brother is distressed 

Bout what you eat or drink

You’re not properly dressed

In the love you often think

Sudden passings

Beloved puppy beyond my reach

My beautiful companion 

I laughed so where now is my speech

How did I you abandon 

Toe-night

Nonight sweetheart, sleep tight tonight

Don’t forget to remember your tax could bite

Two be

We could be two

If you wanted to

New muddle

A kiss and a cuddle

For the first of the muddle

And a cat on your lap

So you can’t do it back

Mud

These footsteps that you left here

In my mud strewn mire

You trudged upon my year

To aid my coastline dire 

Honey

It's funny

Just seen her

It's sunny

To meet her

Crying

No use in crying

Watch her walk away

No point in pining

Watch them turn away

I could tell a tale

 

Words can tend to fail

I want to say so much

I could tell a tale

Of Wendy’s golden touch

Beneath my floor

 Look beneath my fault and floor.

Meet someone else behind my door.

Susan

For me you’ve been a tree

Standing tall and strong

Stretching out to reach 

Me in my stricken song

Jack-built

This is my house that Jack built

I'm not racked with guilt by the cracked tilt

My back is not wilted by the black silt

Though this is a house on a shack stilt

Neeping my kerve

I’ve got a lead deg

I can’t marely bove

But I’m stread hong

With prothing to nove

Holidays

Lizards

Bees

Plants

Trees

Like Pooh

One day off

(I forgot too

Until the night before)

The Bookbook

Oh no! So sad!

I’ve finished my book

I took as long as I could

I’m lost, I’m cooked!

Care less

I should care less

My distress is useless

I should get used to us

Samwise

Motivation

My devotion to myself

Has long stagnated 

Legless Wonderer

No single sclerosis
Is scarring my brain
Just one diagnosis
I’m going insane

Unkarchered territory

Mixer mitosis

Stinky my bean

Qwok home syndrome

Topsy between

Birthday Dave

Data Dave

Is very brave

He battles the numbers

And never blunders

Unholme syndrome

You wanted me no more 

My brokenness was rife

You clutched the kids you bore 

It’s me you unadore

Summer

Blue skies

Green grass

Sun shines

Days last

Testing One Two

Testing 1, 2

It’s covered my shoe 

Testing 3, 4

My knees are sore

Testing 5, 6

My waist is in bits

Testing 7, 8

My chest is dead weight 

Testing 9, 10

My neck is at an end

Testing 11, 12

My head’s on the shelf

Bottled Bee

Would you muzzle a humming bird

To hear it sing no more

Would you bottle a honey bee

To taste no more toffee

Bush Walking

Sleeping Beauty

Cradle Bed

Cathedral Nap

Dreamy Head

Some things

A bug on a wall

An ant in a hole

A bee on a bush

Your very own soul

Yes today

Yesterday 

All my troubles seemed they’re here to stay

Now it looks as though they’re far away

Oh, I believe

In yes to day 

Not headed for Town

There is a staring stair

That winds its way to me

If you but wanted it

Turn and look and see

Winding straight

May your track wind straight

May your hill always climb

May your river keep flowing

May you get there on time