Poetry

I was quite horrified to read that humans are responsible for the slaughter of three billion animals each day. I wrote the poem in a pompous manner after listening to a hunter talking about his blood ...

17 Jan 20241min

In the swinging sixties, it was fashionable to own a car, especially a Lady Gaga Jaguar. Then, you were truly nouveau riche—a make-believe millionaire, the fake faux movie stars. Members of my family ...

16 Jan 20241min

A poem for the king of rock and roll he was born into extreme poverty raised in a shotgun shack but managed not only to break out of it but also began to attack the musical apartheid of America as he ...

16 Jan 20243min

Similar to the Eskimo fishing through a cut in the ice one could easily imagine a soul catcher waiting patiently at the edge of a black hole in space in order to capture the very essence of life then ...

15 Jan 20241min

Old Colonials talk of empire its quite shocking how they used to think of human beings as nothing more than chattels not just the natives but also the white workers and soldiers such as my old father ...

15 Jan 20241min

A poem written for my father, who was born in 1926 and is now similar to an old Model T Ford, needing constant tinkering and maintenance to keep him running. Also, I've done my best to copy his gaspin...

15 Jan 20241min

For someone who's fifty something plus tax and sexually straight it's quite hard to understand all the new sexual genderisations that are now taking place but as they always say let love rule .

14 Jan 20241min

A poem I wrote for my father, who was born in 1926 and is now similar to a model T motor car, needing constant tinkering to keep him up and running. I've done my best to capture his gasping Yorkshire ...

13 Jan 20245min