(1987)
How do you start to write a poem, “who do you love?” First, throw out the rhyme. Whilst lazy it just saves time. I have loved and do love many people in different ways, (read CSLewis,) ...
Mankind has filled the darkness, With violence and death, Death and hate, Hate and fear. He bleeds the planet dry to light.
You know you do the things you do, And think I do not know. But what I see and feel inside, I will not ever show. So, carry on and cheat,
I will not ask for help. This virus has abandoned me high a… I locked down early. As a health professional I did no… Though I waited.
When mother died, I hid under her… I needed a fortress, a safe space. All that was available was the liv… My two year, younger sister joined… Two huddled lumps of, I’m not qui…
Four march hares dashing, Running right to left, From my window. Three march hares dash back, Running left to right,
The bond that was broken cannot be… whilst you wax bitter in your shel… But I can see more to this love a… Let our love live again. Let our love live again.
I lost my mum when I was 6! I was a careless lad, For at this age I did not realise… It strikes me strange to have one… This wonderous woman we all have w…
You cannot live your life in fear! Each moment missed as looking here… You watch your step; diet; drinkin… Mind your manners; Ps and Qs. Wakeful worry of what might or mig…
I’ll never be quite sure how you g… Still you are here. Inside. Moving me. I packed my trunk with memories of…
Twilight the blue sky fades to gre… Golden yellow sun always there, Burning my back and bleaching my h… And bleaching my hair. The sea holds an answer I feel as…
You shouldn’t have to live because… It’s not that I don’t love you or… It’s just that sometimes the pain… We live in a society where suicide… Failure.
I want to smoke Gitanes. I hate the smell of smoke! I ache to light Gauloises And cough and wretch and choke. I want to watch the world pass by
I can’t save you from your pain, I can’t save you from your pain. If I could, I would. But I can’t save you from your pa…
Do I write my poems and prose and… Cowardly! Do I publish them and say, "this… How indulgent! Do I say nothing?