Poetry

Upon seeing a cold cadaver staring back people begin to timidly tread in fear of the dead circling round as though it be some spectral apparition of dread .

1 Maalis 20242min

Twenty years ago it came as quite a shock when someone we were living with became bisexual especially as they'd been such a lady killer and then became a maneater still what seemed such a big squeal i...

29 Helmi 20241min

A poem about falling into destitution especially ex soldiers and sailors who you find in the beggars brigade of most British towns and how easy it is , "lest we forget " that we are all in their debt.

28 Helmi 20242min

Living as an artist's muse, you can understand the expression of "The Doom In The Room." What artists don't realize is that their egos can be so burdensome to everyone else. Probably, this is how they...

28 Helmi 20241min

This is a musing I wrote after listening to my father, who had been conscripted into the British army during the Second World War. You can quite easily see why, by year twenty three, most members of t...

27 Helmi 20241min

This invisible foe of fear is here our café laite life styles are over we're living like trappist monk in self isolation cells our secular society has all but been defunk .

26 Helmi 20242min

A musing about two relatives who should never have entered into a doomed relationship due to their persuasions and personalities being planets apart—one a reclusive miser and the other an extravagant ...

25 Helmi 20241min

The Oxfam shop or as we call it "The dead man's drop" is an essential part of our high street culture we all of us at some stage find ourselves sifting through their silt as if stroking and smelling t...

25 Helmi 20242min