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, 3 October 2013

You may see your children regularly

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I leave you in the evening, my heart a running beat; you turn yourself away from me devising new pursuits and friendships f...
Tuesday, 24 September 2013

Step Back

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I listen to Bach, I get into Mozart and still I’ve no sense of all the power they wield in rhythm and tone, vibrating a not...
Tuesday, 17 September 2013

You may see the children

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Every second week I take my sons back to their mother: with hugs, a final look, one warm belly to another. Sun and moon far...
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Thursday, 12 September 2013

Charon

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He plods, and asks, for ‘tickets please’ beneath   this old train roof; alarms are hanging from the eves - and passengers are s...
Monday, 9 September 2013

Call

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Thank you for holding. We may never know what’s going on at the very centre of our Earth where, four thousand miles straight ...
Tuesday, 3 September 2013

Like you and me,

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Andrew’s growing old but two fine eyes (mischievous, bold) continue to soften my arrogance, pride. Seasons have turned re...
Monday, 26 August 2013

Soft,

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Andrew has odd ways, strange ways, a boy who’s mostly laughing, living loud in vibrant days and often loving, loving. Singi...
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