Poems from the Darkside

Following the death of my wife I was in a very dark place. You never get over the loss of a loved one, grieving is part of the process that allows you to move on and rebuild your life without…
Following the death of my wife I was in a very dark place. You never get over the loss of a loved one, grieving is part of the process that allows you to move on and rebuild your life without…
I never enjoy being enjoyableIt seems too much effort to meI’d much rather sit watching tellyAlone with a big pot of tea Maybe it’s ‘cos I’m from YorkshireWe’re known to be miserable getsMy friend who comes from NewcastleSays, there’s really…
The headlines keep on comingEach much bigger than the lastWe haven’t got a minuteThe internet is moving fast The world is coming to an end, if Russia doesn’t bendPrince Harry is in trouble, his family is befuddledAnd Boris is returning…
We used to worship our pint potsMy good friend Derek and meFrom 12 o’clock on Sunday morningRight up ’til a quarter to three We’d stand in the queue, congregatingOur friends would save us a pewAll sitting around the big tableTheir…
I have a lovely friendWho is so obsessed with ElvisShe tells me it’s about the voiceNot all about the pelvis His voice is so etherealHe always makes me moanHe hasn’t left the building thoughHe’s an alien, he’s gone home PJ.©…
Another poet from YorkshireWhat’s gone wrong with the bloody placeWe’re meant to be dour and taciturnNot emoting all over the place They’ve gone an made this un t’laureateHe says he don’t care ’bout the moneyNow listen lad tha’s from YorkshireSaying…
Roll up, roll up and play the gameGood luck is at your sidePlace your bet, make your choiceCheck out or let it rideYou think that you are in controlBut the Fates they will decide. FLIP. LIFE – is just a…
There is a quaint little town in North YorkshireCalled Bempton. It’s right by the seaIt’s famous for its cliffs and wild birdsAnd this seemed quite attractive to me So, I took myself off for a visitBought a ticket and got…
Polythene Pam and Vinyl VeraTwo old birds from a different eraPretty young things from the age of punkBrassy and sassy and permanently drunkGrey haired now, and in a permanent funk Swore they’d live very different livesYet both ended up as…
Christmas is coming and the Goose is getting fatI looked into the mirror and said,Well, that is just a factMy doctor said it’s serious,that I should really lose some weightSo, this year I’m going to havejust sprouts upon me plateAnd…