Category Archives: Poems

These months have been dominated by the Dig at Polesworth but a few others have crept in, taking in Bradley Wiggin’s tour de France triumph, and a moving visit to the German War Cemetery at Cannock Chase In A Clearing … Continue reading →

Two topics have caught my attention this month. Firstly, Suz Winspear from Worcester has a signature poem entitled “Evil Trees”. I think she has been a little harsh, so have penned a reply. Secondly, the retrospective obsession in popular music … Continue reading →

The Coffee Shop We meet, now and then At a table that waits For our familiar awkward dance You never wear lipstick I don’t wear polished shoes No-one watches us sit Our words elegantly entwine Thoughts and cadence in time … Continue reading →

This is Not a Love Poem Sometimes love resists fate; The new boy on the adjacent aisle, Sits on a distant far off isle, Too far to swim. Joint studies converge eager minds, Poring over school essays, May not help … Continue reading →

I make mistakes I rarely do as I am told I am unreliable Circuit training is done in the gym Not the workshop I need a mechanic for my car Not my body I hate repetitive tasks I only wear … Continue reading →

The Launderette Spinning ,whirring muck and grime Rotates in sequenced synchronised time Hypnotising and mesmerising Drum beat thud, falling rising Amidst a steamy warm fug Muttered murmuring momentarily rises Over the incessant hubbub drone From those from washing machine-less homes … Continue reading →

They scroll falling as tears There is no GPS tag But I can remember the location Each time my phone pulsed Tantalising snippets Of what once was My replies remembered But unrecorded Saved to my soul Not just my memory … Continue reading →

It has come to my attention that the calibre of dead pop stars, And their deaths, Is not what it once was. I just thought that I should mention That it is my intention to point out that Whitney was … Continue reading →

Inspired by Richard Frost “How many times do I have to tell you lot to stop that fighting? Can’t you sort your own problems without dragging Me into it And, expecting Me to take sides? If I have to come … Continue reading →

Let me tiptoe on the spray of swollen surf Or bake in the momentary imprint of soft sand As it cradles my inert corpse May circling gulls swoop to peck my glazed eye balls Whilst nimble crabs nibble loose flesh … Continue reading →