I was born in 1963 and as I write this I am still alive.
I am not long for this place,
I am short,
Of temper with fools,
Living in the city is like,
Bodies beaten and blown,
As if by a blizzard,
Swerve, stumble and slam against e
I knew a charming man with smile s
A knowing look, a twinkle in the e
He’d been there, done that, seen t
A life well lived and well informe
He said, “there’ll come a time whe
Guys in Edinburgh
Tried writing a poem pissed
But sadly I missed
How can I describe you in a song?
Portray the beauty I see before m
Sing of your lions mane, your spar
And of the way you move me.
Will you love me in the morning?
(I’ve heard it said,)
Is nurtured in the madman’s head.
His ups and downs,
If I were friends with Stephen F
I’d have him round with pals for p
He could bring his hubby, as you s
I’d sit him next to Victoria Wood
I’d invite Alan Rickman, I do as
Watch you go,
Cold as snow,
Salt and blood.
Graved in stone,
Old friends gone,
If I had wit and words to write m
So I try: to guide and share and
The finding of your own way is pai
Now you step out a new man with hi
No. Prose is best when all is sa
Crisp cold crunch of boots through
Silent, skeletal trees, hiding lit
Yet, you must watch for movement i
For fire dragons can sleep in stea
I remember You,
Your gutsy laugh,
The way you read the world, people
It’s the blackest of black dogs,
That steals your will and runs wit
Like a stick in its mouth,
Not towards but away.
Mankind has filled the darkness,
With violence and death,
Death and hate,
Hate and fear.
He bleeds the planet dry to light.
Breaking on the beach.
Raise their heads,
I only have a moment before my hea
Wishing I could linger here,
Shrug off the sweet repose of slee
Which is coming,
And the darkness fills my head.
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
For all the bejeebus believers.
Your sight is flawed,
Your faith is false.
Your certainty of soul salvation,
A promise and a lie.
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
When I get my postal vote I’ll sc
Ponder over which way to go, weigh
I just can’t trust Clegg the betr
Of calm and cuddles and logic and
That when we voted for liberal dem
I like to pause and make a note in
I write them spare with meaning ye
A reconstitution of dehydrated mom
It’s good to share.
Today I invested some time.
The space between the spaces.
Pushing through gaps thinner than
A particle here,
“What is it?”
(A baby of course,)
“Oh it’s a boy.”
And as you slapped on to mothers t
Like a wet fish,
I choose to explain,
Before I leave you,
That the warmth,
Of your heart,
I wanted to say that my friend die
She’s gone from this world for goo
We’ll never meet up, eat some lunc
And I’m sad about that for good.
She was adversity’s friend but was
I wanted to drink it,
I drank it,
I wanted to sink it,
I sank it,
Four march hares dashing,
Running right to left,
From my window.
Three march hares dash back,
Running left to right,
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
I'd feel much better
If I'd refused to drink TWO
Large brandies too large!
I’m living in the cellar of a dead
Duncan, my usual purveyor of all t
Told me, “his wife just called and
I rooted round a box of ports and
What is this fad collecting Exes
I am so glad we stayed friends.
Oh yes he was over for the weekend
Now I know it’s nice to be nice.
But banish the Ex to the fog of h
Where are you going?
Eyes of blue.
With your car crash of a life.
Displayed for all the world to see
Bloated face and gut.
A boy on a beach, playing games?
As the human race watches,
At home, safe in its bed.
And half the world mourns,
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.
How do you start to write a poem,
First, throw out the rhyme. Whils
Second who do you mention first?
I don’t care,
What you say.
Your words mean nothing,
You try to say,
Christs day is here,
You’re sitting alone.
No presents or cards,
The loved ones all gone,
It’s the most wonderful time of th