Real Poems

Words really matter. Blavatsky said 'the universe is never again the same for every word spoken!'. Reading and writing poems and poetry helps me concentrate on words, thoughts, feelings. My first son, Andrew, has Down's Syndrome and he allows me to see the world differently and that's a great source of inspiration - as are my sons Angus, Adam and wife Amelie...........words, poems, feelings ...........Love - of course!!!

Thursday, 9 December 2010

Despite Andrew’s love,

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it might seem boring to recycle the same nursery rhymes every day in this order – Three Pigs, Three Bears, Billy Goats Gruff, Jack and the ...
Monday, 6 December 2010

Hand me Down

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I’m not joking when I say a lock of hair from my great grandma’s head was handed to me in a small green box - when I was twelve; cut off by ...
Sunday, 5 December 2010

Ping Pong

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I kid you not. I once was in the Utah desert when a middle aged lady looked at a skunk woofing her pizza, not daring to stop it because of t...
Thursday, 2 December 2010

Wed

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Doubt not what this little ring meant when it slipped on my finger last weekend completing the C in commitment part of a glory, an eight, bu...
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Tuesday, 30 November 2010

Warm Welcome

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Some mornings I reckon it’s gonna be frosty; nose-tingling hoary, unsafe to walk on but today, before a new dawn, I came out my front door a...
Sunday, 28 November 2010

Fast Food

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At a time he sensed was right up he stood like a reluctant schoolboy twisting keys in his right hand pocket, excruciating as an amateur only...
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Friday, 26 November 2010

When the shower’s dry

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how lucky are you to switch on a first pulse of water, feel cold energy hit your hand, your arm, withdrawing back to shivery wintry air and ...
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