Silk I have heard a sound that holds me fast, claiming my focus at the expense of all. It is when you float my name from… Read more “SILK”
The first of winter’s hands are shown, the leaves under the hedge cease their decay and are held crisp again, their yellows and browns cold coated, sparkle… Read more “FIRST HEAVY FROST”
Inspired by the powerful and enjoyable, but ultimately sad film ‘PHILOMENA’ starring Judy Dench and Steve Coogan. A film based on fact, it is… Read more “TAKEN”
At the end of March, our friend Roland of ‘Roland’s Ragbag’ introduced me to ‘Pastiche Poetry’ ROLAND EXPLAINS PASTICHE POETRY . I would visit this link for… Read more “NIGE’S RE-WRITES OF THE CLASSICS”
A Boy Within As he told of his life as a boy, his eyes dripped sea and rain from long ago. And when he stared far… Read more “A BOY WITHIN”
Girl on the train It is in a quiet corner, that I found you again. This early night revealed you to me. The sleepy traverse… Read more “GIRL ON THE TRAIN”
This little Ditty was born after pondering all those people, who in bars, commuter trains and especially dinner-parties, loudly announce how they ‘want to make a difference’… Read more “FALSE INTENSIONS”
“DOG” When I was a boy of 12-13, the family bought a pet. That pet was a Jack Russell Terrier, a creature of immense stamina, courage… Read more ““DOG””
They both thought what they had was called love, but really it was just companionship with kisses. Being human is not being able to draw water… Read more “APERCUS–SNAP POETRY 2”
Though beauty is Though beauty is a certainty as I look into the night, it is a cold photograph, a beauty of black and darkness wed, a… Read more “THOUGH BEAUTY IS”
I’ll be seeing you You were so proud, dressed in blue, the boy warrior crowned with eagles, a knight errant on a steed of oil, engine,… Read more “I’LL BE SEEING YOU”
I’m very grateful to our friend Roland of ROLAND’S RAGBAG for giving me permission to do a spoken version of his recent poem ‘The Meaning of Life’… Read more “THE MEANING OF LIFE– by Roland Keld”
A MOTHER Her eyes were glassy and for a moment she stared into nothing, at what, only she knew, before a thin lipped smile broke, one… Read more “A MOTHER”
THE FINAL PART OF 3 ON REALITY AND THE NATURE OF THE HUMAN CONDITION. All poetry like any art is open to personal interpretation. However if you… Read more “WE ARE NOTHING”
PART 2 OF A TRILOGY ON REALITY AND THE NATURE OF THE HUMAN CONDITION I tumbled I tumbled into a maelstrom from the… Read more “I TUMBLED”
PART OF A TRILOGY ON REALITY AND THE NATURE OF THE HUMAN CONDITION. Pendulum I watch as the pendulum sweeps through it’s arc, chased… Read more “PENDULUM”
Gorecki – Symphony N0 3 Opus 36 Previous version was entitled ‘the punishment block’. Dachau near Munich, 1980’s I visited this, the first Nazi… Read more “FROM LOVE SHORN v2”
About quality of experience and how every day, taken for granted activities can take on a ritualistic form that ‘can’ be to some rewarding. For example morning… Read more “I HAVE LIVED WELL THIS DAY”
“To hold a hand is a magical act, a ritual of such simplicity that it is easy to forget all that it… Read more “A MAGICAL ACT”
I I watched a child at play, with friends unseen, wondering if it was her world or… Read more “VIGNETTES – CHILDREN”
A long ago Boxing day midnight Sleet falls, revealed it’s glass tacks by the gleam of shop window lights, their passive hue, lying in wait,… Read more “A LONG AGO BOXING DAY NIGHT”
THIRD AND FINAL PIECE IN A TRILOGY OF POEMS ABOUT THE NATURE OF LOVE “DESIRE EXPRESSED THROUGH LOVE IS TO KNOW, WITHOUT IS MERELY TO THINK YOU… Read more “YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL–the essence of love 3”
SECOND IN A TRILOGY OF POEMS ABOUT THE NATURE OF LOVE “You can not find love, you must wait for love to find you” N P SMITH… Read more “IT LIES NOT IN SWEETENED WINE – the essence of love 2”
From memory, the only poetic licence is that. although true, they took place in several public houses over the years. VIGNETTES FROM A YORKSHIRE… Read more “VIGNETTES FROM A YORKSHIRE PUB”
“The richest man is he who sees wonder each time a bird takes flight.” … Read more “I PICKED AN APPLE”
THE FIRST IN A TRILOGY ON THE NATURE OF LOVE “Love is when watching her unobserved you suddenly realise you’re smiling.” … Read more “I WATCHED YOU – the essence of love 1”
Is this new year Is this a new year, the new year I’ve been heading towards, for it seems no different save it’s title. I… Read more “IS THIS NEW YEAR”
Seasons Greetings and best wishes to all ! Is that you Is that you I hear, at times, in the half light shade, a… Read more “IS THAT YOU”
Steel Horses Will anything remain, when use is no longer needed or wanted and time becomes decay, stripping all, so very slowly, from sight.… Read more “STEEL HORSES”
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