Welcome to Pickering, a small market townOn the edge of the North Yorkshire Moors.In summer the coaches come crawling in,On magical mystery tours.There’s plenty to eat, as cafés abound,Fresh produce available too.And if it turns cold, buy a cardi or…
I don’t do drugsI don’t backcomb my hairI don’t want to be famousBut it just isn’t fair I’m too bloody oldAnd nobody caresI write poems for funThat I now want to share The publishers tell meThat I’m far too oldThey…
I chose my family carefully.Not because of some ascribed bloodline that I had no say in.I chose them, as they chose me, because we care about each other.Nothing so disingenuous as love.We have seen ourselves and each other.At our best.Our…
Perhaps the most misunderstood curse we can utter. Children fantasise about being ‘grown-up’. Being grown up means they become the boss and can buy as many ice creams as they want. Our perspectives change when we grow up. The authority…
The breath of learned scholars wash over the youngAs they sit in rows, on seats of wisdom,Transfixed with ideologies of their teachers,Strangled in their youth, as creeping bindweed kills a delicate flower.Our existence is, but a speck of time, our…
Musings… I wonder if we humans belong to certain very ancient families, like whether all those with blood group O originated from one particular swamp: yet those elite types, say of the AB variety, evolved in an exotic lake set…
We give names to almost everything we see, hear, touch and feel. We also change them into what we call Pet Names, why, I really don’t know. Perhaps it is our nature to label things. Maybe it gives colour to…
I’ve fallen out of favour.I don’t know what to do.My overlords of high esteem.Have left me all a-blue. I tried my best, I really did.Despite the vague instruction.I manned the trench, whilst others fell.And witnessed their destruction. “Healer-priest thy role…
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…
– Beware the friend who’s holier than thou The one who thinks you’re a miserable cow – Forever cheerful, bright and breezy She can’t take grief it makes her queasy – Given news of the old and infirm She’s there…