concrete (Remove filter)
The Pedant
It's so easy to say you love me
But what do you mean by love?
Is it something you see in me,
Or a spirit falling from above?
You say I'm merely a nit-picker
Analysing everything to death
Yet I must be quite sure of you
To own your very last breath
Love is simply a word to others
So glibly pronounced for effect
But I dont want to fall for you
Only for you ...
Monday 26th October 2020 10:42 am
Concrete and Bunting
It was 1960
Only fifteen years after the War ended
(Though we did'nt know it) and the
Prevailing dogma, a brave new world meant
Knocking down brick terraces
(Often quite servicable)
To build ten-storey flats.
Kids like us played in derelict houses
Door-less and
Stripped of copper and roof-slates their
Dank stone cellars exciting with
What today they call memorabili...
Sunday 10th May 2020 12:29 pm
Recent Comments
David RL Moore on A lull in the fighting
8 minutes ago
David RL Moore on A lull in the fighting
19 minutes ago
Tom Doolan on Honey Be My Valentine
8 hours ago
Marla Joy on Egypt
9 hours ago
Marla Joy on By The Light Of The Moon
9 hours ago
Naomi on THE CALL OF IRELAND
13 hours ago
Flyntland on A lull in the fighting
16 hours ago
Nigel Astell on February 2025 Collage Poem: Somewhere Forgotten
16 hours ago
Robert Mann on Percival
18 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on The Sunshine Boys
19 hours ago