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Master Po Known by his followers here at ‘WOL’ by his pen name ‘Po’. An abbreviation of Poemagraphic. Po lives in the South East of England in North Norfolk. He has been writing poetry since the early eighties. Po has made a life study and practice of meditation, which he started after becoming only the fourth person in the UK to attain a black belt in the Korean martial art of Hap-Ki-Do. He is also a Forth Degree Reiki Master Practitioner. Po has also studied Parapsychology; The study of mental phenomena that cannot be explained by known psychological or scientific principles, e.g. psychic ability, mediumship, extrasensory perception, remote viewing, etc. In the past, he wrote and published several articles on the paranormal, including 'Seeing and sensing the Aura' 'How to develop mediumship' 'The differences between ghosts and spirits' 'The truths of hauntings and possessions'. Having studied parapsychology for over forty years he went on to appear on BBC ‘Look East Live’ Halloween special, and having his own weekly radio phone-in and talk show on ‘Future Radio FM’. Plus, being a regular contributor in the ‘Paranormal Norfolk’ magazine. Po is mediumistic, seeing, hearing, and sensing those who have left this world behind. He has conducted literally hundreds of private consultations and undertaken numerous ‘serious’ paranormal investigations throughout the South East of England. His experiences are a great source of inspiration for much of his poetry. Please feel free to contact Po either here at WOL, or email: His sample ‘Cocooned’ below was the winning poem at the annual Reepham music festival.


Cocooned Finding new complexity in handwriting dexterity Searching for lost artistry in the guise of poetry At times the images so surreal, in my mind a cotton reel Unravels till a tangled thread weaves a web around my bed Then ‘Itsy Bitsy’ comes to call. Arachnophobia cause me to fall Awaking with a nasty bump, in my throat a ticking lump. As I yawn, a black widow falls and bites my naked toe. Then scampers off somewhere to hide… No antidote to be applied What will now become of me, and my newly found complexity? At the proverbial ‘curling up of toes’, ‘Itsy Bitsy’ runs up my nose and proceeds to weave a silver thread, that leads me back into my bed A cobweb covered woven duvet, now shrouds a corpse where once I lay ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 11/11/19 11:00 Memorial The little white wooden church The small white wooden church had not an empty seat. With an overflowing congregation, so many on their feet. Spilling out of the door, to pay their last respects. Far more than I had thought, and more than most expect. The service was quite poignant, a fitting tribute that’s for sure A lost and fallen comrade, this memorial was for. We bowed our heads in prayer, and silently we stood United in our grief, as a band of brothers surely would. After the service, I marched across the empty parade square Back towards MT, by a familiar sight, stood standing upright, there. A stark remnant of the Berlin Wall, perched like a sentry, alone, standing tall. A small section that was removed, torn down, smashed in a fall. Ending endless suffering, tyranny, and scorn. Globally it seemed then, a time of peace had been born. Whilst standing in its shadow, an unseen presence drawing near That of a true and gallant hero, who many hold so dear. What was his death for, it seemed so futile, and totally in vain Lost in a war, that truly was insane. Based on 'Blair’s dodgy dossier', fictitious, full of lies. The cause of many thousand deaths, and the reason today we cried. Po May 2020 The Mad Hatter's Tea Party I wonder if the Reaper likes a cup of tea He could join us at my tea party I’ll invite him along to see He could sample my tasty layer cake and my posh conserves maybe he’ll be nice to me And I'd give him his just deserts If I need a knife to cut my delicious carrot cake perhaps he’ll lend me his razor-sharp scythe I hope for heaven's sake as I wield a downward blow it slices off his head I'd make a tasty effigy of 'The Reaper' in gingerbread That would be quite funny Que the Queen's well-worn catchphrase... "Off with his head!" As we watched it rolling down the hill and headless dead he lays. But who would then collect the souls at their end of days? Gosh! What a quandary that would surely be Who do you think might know... What was that vicar dear, Oh! Would you like more tea? Po

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.

Audio entries by poemagraphic

The descent into Hades’ and beyond! (27/12/2019)

Santa's Pride (20/12/2019)

A party fit for a Prince (06/12/2019)

Costa Lot (17/01/2019)

Out of his reach (12/01/2019)

Cocooned (04/01/2019)


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Sun 24th May 2020 14:26

You are just towering above me now d.

wait til 5G fully kicks in... what a party that will be.


Sat 23rd May 2020 09:22

all our calls
and all our virus's
are cellular.

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Thu 21st May 2020 22:18

Dear Po, thank you for your kind words on my poem Don't Tell Me.

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Thu 21st May 2020 10:34

Jon if I was Peter Pan you would be my shadow.

Having you cut off would be like Hades without an end my friend.


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Thu 21st May 2020 10:32

Deb, it so nice to see you flourish as a poet.

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Thu 21st May 2020 00:19

Hi Dear Po. Thank you for your kind comment on "The Darkest Night".

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Jon Stainsby

Wed 20th May 2020 17:59

Hi Po, I am still around. A little slow to read maybe, but still around. 😂😉

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David Cooke

Wed 20th May 2020 12:47

Hi Po Thanks for the kind words on my Top Rank poem. Write out loud is a great platform for getting poem and image together for FB, I'm currently doing my own variation (with added poems) of the '10 Albums that Changed Your life' thing!

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Tue 19th May 2020 22:04

Dear Po thank you for your comment on my poem 21 Years.

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Sun 17th May 2020 14:23

Hi Po, thank you for welcoming me to WOL!

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Sun 17th May 2020 08:49

Spoken like a poet Mark.
Enjoy the journey

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Mark O

Sun 17th May 2020 06:10

Thank you for your kind comment on "Tennessee River"! It gets hard sometimes, but we all must endure our journeys in life. I am constantly trying to shift my mindset to being journey orientated rather than destination oriented.

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Sat 16th May 2020 17:41

Thank you Po - Cosmos, glad you liked. P 👍

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Fri 15th May 2020 14:39

d. there always is/are far more people dying of starvation than Covid every single day of the week every single week/month/year.

That is the sad truth of the situation. perhaps it is because these victims are victims of circumstance... and are not white! There I've said it.

sad faced


Fri 15th May 2020 03:17

what's worse?
the Virus or...
the ruination of the world's economy.
there will be many more dying of starvation
than Corona.

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Tue 5th May 2020 07:46

Good morning Cynthia
Oh Dear! Waiting for years to ask! I pray it was not the ruthless evil side of me that held you back.

I am glad you asked. I choose this avatar because I feel a kind of kinship with the character in 'V for vendetta' the movie. I am unsure myself about this individual as in does he personify good or evil.

I feel perhaps he (like so many of us) is both, in equal measures.
I decided to stay hidden as some of the things I write about are/were directly related to my work in forensics. I choose to stay anon because it is company policy... ‘forbidden’ actually, to post on social media outlets or the internet in general... Or anywhere regarding the work we do.

I use this particular persona in many different guises.

BTW. I don’t believe in coincidence.

Thanks for dropping in.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 4th May 2020 16:49

I've been intending to ask you for years: Why do you use that particular 'mask' on your biography page? I have never decided whether it is remorselessly kindly or ruthlessly evil. Enigmatic hardly suffices.

OMG, I hadn't read the comments below yet. No connection whatsoever. Pure coincidence. Easy to say, isn't it?

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Fri 1st May 2020 14:21

Where I live d. In the South East of England, in a tiny hamlet called Reepham (I call it sleepy Hollow)... I am the ONLY person who wears a mask... as my profile shows.

I am Mr Anonymous
What's in a name
What care I
For fortune or fame.

Po non'o'mus


Mon 27th Apr 2020 13:05

where do you live that people are not wearing masks?
Do not fixate on these poems, they can cause delirium
and have lasting side effects!

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Thu 23rd Apr 2020 07:33

She is so light-footed
she is so swift of mind
as a dancing partner
She is fabulous us I find

I have two feet
both of them are left
they never do what I want them to
at dancing I'm bereft

I don't have the rhythm
Like my poetry never rhymes
I am useless at that as well
at wit, I’m also blind

I can’t see the point
in writing stuff in rhymes
I can’t even think of a word
to write at the end of it.


Wed 22nd Apr 2020 13:26

I dance with poetry-
she leads.

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Tue 21st Apr 2020 10:17

I have heard it say that there are bats in the belfry
That makes a chicken out of me
You see I have a phobia... birds of every kind
my terror is assured, my terror it is blind.

I don't fear eating chickens, it's them eating me
And as for bats 🦇 the guano causes histoplasmosis see
That is not a thing that you want to be exposed
perhaps then its best, I keep on all my clothes.



Mon 20th Apr 2020 14:33

I do not want to think
of you in the buff, I blink
at buns exposed, so rosy pink
as you stand sipping by the sink!


Sun 19th Apr 2020 03:16

How is bat? tastes like chicken?

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Sat 18th Apr 2020 19:06

Normal service has been resumed d.

I was lost in the secret bunker waiting for the all-clear


Mon 13th Apr 2020 01:42

hey, where'd you go?


Sun 5th Apr 2020 04:57

Due to UK government restrictions on gatherings, we have decided to meet secretly in an undisclosed location. Unfortunately, it was so
secret I forgot where it was.

Stay offline - and stay safe! Big Brother is watching!


Wed 1st Apr 2020 23:57

I figured it would be YOU
who took the wrong connotation.
If your mother is still alive,
I hope she washes out your mind
with soap.


Wed 1st Apr 2020 12:00

my most loyal fan! 😃


Wed 1st Apr 2020 00:16

That seems some massive task being done. Would love to read it and contemplate.

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