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’ and having his own weekly radio phone in and talk show on ‘Future Radio FM’. Plus, being a regularly contributor in the ‘Paranormal Norfolk’ magazine. Po is mediumistic, seeing, hearing and sensing those who have left this world behind. He has Conducting literally hundreds of private consultations and undertaken numerous ‘serious’ paranormal investigations throughout the South East of England. His experiences have been a great source of inspiration for much of his poetry. Please feel free to contact Po either here at WOL, or email: email@example.com His sample ‘Cocooned’ below was the winning poem at the annual Reepham music festival.
Cocooned Finding new complexity in hand writing 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 when once I lay Po
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The UNDERWOOD Page 8 (15/02/2019)
Why Bother? (14/02/2019)
The Music Box (12/02/2019)
The Digital Dunce (09/02/2019)
Po’s prose prologue The UNDERWOOD Chapter 2 (08/02/2019)
Running up Moonbeams (07/02/2019)
The Sword of ‘Damocles’ (05/02/2019)
Costa Lot (17/01/2019)
Out of his reach (12/01/2019)
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