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!!!

Wednesday, 11 January 2012

King

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Here’s a hand from the right side holding a tangle of cotton. Finger and thumb from the left side (turning before the wind catches) take up ...
Monday, 9 January 2012

The sky of sixty nine

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look up at a screen, and the black and white sparkle: Armstrong strides the moon.
Saturday, 7 January 2012

On a train

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it’s only when another tunnel comes that darkness falls and her old face reflects back in the window pane - smiles again. When foreheads mee...
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Thursday, 5 January 2012

Slovakia in Winter

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‘Buy my perfume – BOSS – boss?’ asks a dapper at the station - graffiti hits on every wall (graffiti reaching carriage windows) and desolate...
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Saturday, 31 December 2011

Andrew Spice

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When he dances in a turn, a jump, a killer smile, he has a plan more cunning than a Broadway star, more ancient than a S...
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Wednesday, 28 December 2011

Superman

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goes back to the wife and kids, drives through amber on the way; ready for his running club, then a final drop of lids; snoring like a dozy ...
Saturday, 24 December 2011

Pantomime

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Granddads and grandkids, bald heads and roundheads, teenage cavaliers snorting at the prospect. Grandmas with twinsets, princesses with crow...
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