Poetry Blogs (2019, thanks)
Son Of My Father
What did you do in the war dad?
I fought against Fascists, son.
And were you frightened there dad?
Did you want to turn around and run?
Yes, I was frightened there son
So, don’t believe the lies that are spun
About the death and the glory of war, boy.
There is death, but of glory there’s none.
Thanks for all that you did dad
Friday 28th February 2020 12:07 am
A decade on, decade long
I’ve been filling this space with lines
you can follow them if you like
I’ve gone from ‘putting out’ only
to taking in, to loving others’ work
I hear their voices in my own words now
I’ve been leaving myself behind
these past ten years
trying to find that spark
It’s said ‘don’t stay in any place too long
when you’re ...
Saturday 14th December 2019 11:30 am
Old Men’s Tears
With hearts as heavy as thunder clouds
What once were torrents
Are now just trickles
Reflecting our futures
In the silver shimmer of our past
And they come
In stumbling honour
And their humility
Denies them as heroes
For the heroes were left behind
In voices cracked with age
They tell their tales
Of simple duty
In the face of...
Friday 7th June 2019 12:37 am
Resounding across oceans
Hovering amongst clouds
Like a whisper from the moon
I heard your words
And I thank you
Wednesday 3rd February 2016 2:33 pm
A single word;
a phrase or gesture
can trigger a feeling
of wondrous rapture.
To be told that you're worth
more than the drifting sands
that daily slip through
your trembling hands.
To be surrounded
by such appreciative people
makes me want to shout
from the highest steeple.
Words of thanks,
so loud that you all know,
that for you, the ink...
Thursday 18th June 2015 11:01 am