In all my years of writing bad poetry and doggerel, never in my wildest dreams would I imagine that I would be one of the 5 winners in an Award Anthology but that is exactly what has happened and I was stopped by police (for this is a police state) running so fast to the Building Society to pay the cheque for ...
Monday 28th November 2022 9:37 am
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Thursday 29th September 2022 4:44 pm
I am loath to call it bad poetry because some of it is ok.
It is not 'conventional' poetry put it that way. The type of poetry that perhaps we studied and analysed forensically at school, the type of poetry that could put us off poetry and poetry appreciation for life.
I call my work '...
Sunday 31st July 2022 2:02 pm
I can see the ‘Gwallgofrwydd’ in her eyes
It’s the way she eats mince pies.
It’s the way that she cracks walnuts between her thighs.
It’s the way that she pushed me through one of the windows on the Bridge of Sighs.
There’s something to be said for ‘Madness’ and for ‘Crazy’
But you couldn’t take a lifetime of it, makes you hazy.
Sanity is more important than your...
Saturday 10th July 2021 10:14 am
Monday 8th February 2021 4:34 pm
All lives matter?
You mean the people in Care Homes?
The G.I Joes who died on the beaches of Normandy
The guys who never came back from Vietnam and the folks they sprayed with Agent Orange?
The citizens of Hiroshima and Nagasaki?
The body bags brought back from Iraq and Afghanistan.
The native American Indians?
You mean General Custer’s life mattered.
Sunday 14th June 2020 2:07 pm
Winter is the best time to die
Who wants to go when the children scream on the beach
and the sun is high in the sky
who in their right mind wishes to take their leave
when there is happiness and laughter
and picnics and sand
but perhaps you are not in your 'right' mind
whatever that is.
Can any of us be in our right minds living like this?
No winter is the time to go wit...
Sunday 26th August 2018 2:38 pm
Mother, there's a Spy in me Pie.
There we were minding our own business and a former undisclosed agent and his daughter walk in.
I've just this minute finished incinerating my clothes.
Honest to God, there is no peace to be had.
Come summer the kids will be swopping footy cards with pictures of Russian Ultras.
Bored by Brexit, they needed a distraction and boy did they get o...
Thursday 5th July 2018 5:34 pm
The Hobo from Hoboken
How many homeless sleeping under the stars?
How many drunks cursing the bars?
Got people going way back in Cambria Wisconsin and then Oshcosh, then last heard of in Fessenden, North Dakota.
That's a hell of a name ain't it, Sarasota?
One of my favourite books
' The Autobiography of a Supertramp'
William H Davies of Newport riding the box cars and losing his leg, sel...
Tuesday 3rd July 2018 7:14 pm
Tuesday 5th June 2018 2:55 pm
Every night about half past ten
there's tapping ont window
It's the moth with hob nailed boots
trying to find a weak spot before
through shattered glass.
Nowt will keep this tiger away from lamp
He's kitted out with mess tin and webbing
he's all camouflage and clobber
obvious to the untrained eye
that he's been on manoeuvres behind enemy line...
Friday 11th May 2018 1:38 pm