Will you walk in the Bluebells with me? For times are changing; And only yesterday I was young and now, older, tomorrow? older still… Come, meet me in the woods, where light is shredded by the pines and ground becomes our sacred bed, full circle for one born to love out doors. I will caress you in sun-speckled splendour;
» Read moreHead bowed against siling rain Collar up shielding ears Hat brim a leaking spout Shoes beat a tattoo as He Lowried, Uphill, Cobbled streets. And cursed his need of meat And bread And eggs And milk for tea. A passing car scythed Gutter water Over polished shoes He raised his fist And cursed a curse That, against the
» Read moreWe all take criticism of our work in different ways. Sometimes we thank the critic and sometimes we are cut to the quick by brutal honesty. If I say your poetry’s great Please don’t reciprocate Just say what you think It won’t cause a stink I will not shout or berate If you find my wit makes you weary If
» Read moreThe reason I feel so alive, Is ‘cos I learned to dive Between you and me Vitamin sea Is all you need to survive
» Read moreThe Best? We are surrounded by it, we are forced-fed it: candy-floss sentiments, pink and fluffy asinine clichés, the disposable phrases that bedeck cards and gifts. Like Christmas, there is that insidious pressure to conform. What if she was the source of constant pain, emotional damage the ongoing battle with insanity/sanity. What if she manipulated, triangulated, got drunk on sympathy?
» Read moreI sucked the marrow out of the bone of life And make it whistle for me the song of my death; And my death shall lead my life like a mother goose. I begin now at 45, Let loose my tongue, And hurl my words at the world. Through the folly of my fallen body and failing health,
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