There were ten in the bed and the little one said roll over roll over. So, they all rolled over, one fell out, as he hit the floor he gave a shout. There were nine in the bed and the little one said roll over roll over So, they all rolled over and one fell … Continue reading Roll Over
When i’m Gone
Like Lord Lucan I have disappeared, yes, it’s weird just disappeared in what I was wearing and my bushy beard. All that is left is this poem, a memory of me you can look at it with glee. Now there is I hope left somewhere deep in your heart, and imprinted somewhere in your brain … Continue reading When i’m Gone
Heart Thief
Your pulse is racing, what are you facing, door opens, you are embracing. Candles in silver holders sit on the table, perfectly laid, willing and able. Pour a drink, none alcoholic, it helps you think. Sitting opposite gazing into his eyes, wondering what behind them lies. Your lips red with cherry wanting so much to … Continue reading Heart Thief
A Good Man
Life should be so simple for a good man, who should have lots of fans. He bothers not about convention what’s more important is his intervention. From violence and insults he chooses abstention, very rarely the centre of attention. Deep down he fights his demons, which to others he seldom mentions. For he is a … Continue reading A Good Man
Killing Machines
Motors quietly spring into life, propelling the killing machines like clockwork scythes, wreaking havoc and trouble and strife, knowing no value of human life. Robotic motions showing no emotion, just forward motion to the enemy they march, through water and mud and railway arches the machines come alive to dominate the world they strive. Chopping … Continue reading Killing Machines
View from the Shadows
In the lonely shadows I hide, watching two worlds collide, scared to venture outside. I live with pride, that I am not part of what’s going on outside, part of the animalistic joyride, of sheep that swim with the tide. I’m happy in this lonely place where I hide. Some nights I have cried and … Continue reading View from the Shadows
Obscured Light
The bright sun gives way slowly, to a dark grey creeping moon, darkness will be here soon. Rays of light flicker from the ever-advancing moon, changing the shape of the sun, as coldness descends, on a summers day, when the moon and sun are both out to play.
Empty Vessel
Inside this tin shell, there is no heaven or hell, just a void, a dark space inside, where my soul goes to hide, it feels so long ago that this inside died, leaving no trace, only ice, in this dark place. I looked long ago for life in this deserted cell, but, found only my heart, … Continue reading Empty Vessel
Absurd Words
Give a poet a word, something quite absurd like lemon curd, OK that’s two words. What can be done with lemon curd, that uses and twists and turns words, that makes them rhyme in perfect time. Poets can play with its use, turning it to radioactive slime; using it as a cleaning product to get … Continue reading Absurd Words
The Bored Bard
The bored bard tried hard to write a shard of prose about his toes, why he wanted to write about his toes I guess only he knows. The bored bard, found it hard to write anew every day, in an exciting way, so, he wrote often a load of rot and then sometimes it was … Continue reading The Bored Bard
Rhythm of the Ink 
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