It seemed like a good idea at the time
Political correctness has gone mad… I’ll scream. And shout. And mak… I’ll plan a march from town to tow… I’ll write a poem to express my th… We’ll ask a name to design a shirt…
I’ll never be quite sure how you g… Still you are here. Inside. Moving me. I packed my trunk with memories of…
I do not believe the soul goes on… Ordinary, small, events of chaotic… A butterfly here, a feather there,… Insignificant. That I think this way, does not m…
You’d best not drink with Beth an… I’m pretty sure they’d make you si… Whilst at The Street or C.C. Bl… You’ll lose the key to your hotel… Wake up with Pringles in your bed…
Did you see? In her eyes, That sparkle? I think she knew you once, Or twice!
Nobody loves you. They say that they love you. Love you. Love you. But you can’t hear!
Now is the time to leave the past… With more days done than are left… Burdened grief like Sysyphus’ sto… Mind parades of all those gone. We owe it to them to give,
Living in the city is like, Not living. Bodies beaten and blown, As if by a blizzard, Swerve, stumble and slam against e…
Watch you go, Cold as snow, Salt and blood. Graved in stone, Old friends gone,
I threw all my poems into the bin When I was young, I’d studied the way of the human p… By Freud and Jung. I felt they would make me feel
Four march hares dashing, Running right to left, From my window. Three march hares dash back, Running left to right,
How easily he cries, these days, With thoughts of you. He lies. These days,
I'd feel much better If I'd refused to drink TWO Large brandies too large!
Guys in Edinburgh Tried writing a poem pissed But sadly I missed
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.