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 January 2014

The Truth may Vary

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I spoke to my doc and an old journo friend: ‘Under the sun, nothing is new’ said one. ‘The only constant is change,’ said the...
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Sunday, 22 December 2013

Poets

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Hardy was a misery, Blake the furthest mystery, Auden was a brainbox, Thomas alcoholic, Eliot and Kipling – sent t...
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Sunday, 1 December 2013

Wolf

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Hey moon cave mouth is lit for cubs and us, my mouth, to play with all the crunch of bone and drink a beck and crouc...
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Thursday, 21 November 2013

Bloomsbury Fall

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Today I strolled in footsteps of T.S. Eliot’s orbit of Russell Square. Leaves were falling and trees apparently settling f...
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Friday, 15 November 2013

Yorkshire Traveler

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A grand job, cheers for that gluten free Yorkshire pud. I learnt on t’cruise a bloke’s repute is a fractal of one’s f...
Tuesday, 5 November 2013

IF (after Kipling)

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If the world was how-less, instinct would be master. If the world was why-less, motive would be clearer. If th...
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Sunday, 27 October 2013

Go Fish

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At this time of year countless little fish swim in shallows of the Aegean sea, newly born there, quick and flickering cutting s...
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