In seven months their world was blowing upIn seven days it endsIn seven hours they’ll be nothing leftNot an enemy nor there friendsIn seven minutes they’ll sink or swimWill they live or will they die?Sink or swim, swim or sinkWill today be their last goodbye?Shaven heads, beer bellied white skinned trashAll xenophobes make double sure“They’ll … More SINK OR SWIM: SWIM OR SINK
Son of Man is all but come to an endFar too many on this tumbling EarthBut in a twinkling those forever Machine Humans Will turn up in masses without having given birth Copyright © 2026. All rights reserved, save for the the photo. Unauthorised copying, reproduction, hiring, and lending, prohibited.
Before he arrived at the café in the High Street somewhere in London where the lorry drivers have breakfast, he was an undertaker in a faraway land where not a soul had a normal name. Thinking about it, without names there wasn’t much of a call for gravestones there. Even so they still had a … More THE CHESS PLAYERS
This is a poem for all shadows Where the good and the bad both hide Safe haven for the lost souls Where no one takes up sides No danger in a shadow As constant as a heart An island in a sea of light A restless piece of art No colours in my shadow It … More IN PRAISE OF SHADOWS
Geoffrey Chaucer 1343-25 – English poet and writerAs to today, my story is a tad more rude than the old days…so they say The affluent looking old man who only had one eye and a face like an orange turnip told lies day and night. As to his friends, he had none at all save … More EYES & LIES
This is a Post-World War II poem written in my book by lovely Ms. Green Eyes entitled ‘ONCE A SOLDIER, NOW A GHOST’. I enjoyed penning this tome as well as this single rhyme from the book. Here it is… ~ Springtime mist masks the destinyof a summer yet unbornfast forward to the autumnand feel … More THE DEVIL’S SCORN
Summer died on a SaturdayShe was always heading for a fallA rosebud in a cloak of thornsNo fuss, eyes shut, no curtain callThrough the window of addictionA cloudy glass impedimentA crumbling headstone, premature?Just tough luck or heaven sent?Ashes to ashes, dust to dustGoodbye to all that’s gone beforeI keep memories of you under lock and … More WANTING SO MUCH MORE
I’ve never known loveand I’ve never known hateand charcoal letters on the wallhelp seal my planets fateBallerina dancingand she’s just a silhouettean offer to the condemned manof one last cigaretteAll I know is all I knowand all I know is reallike a scarecrow on the gallowsit is not a major ordealI’ve seen that writing on … More A SILHOUETTE BALLERINA DANCING
“There is paradoxical privacy to be found in the heavens above” Bella quotation In all of time and despite folklore’s traditional beliefs, there was only ever just the one unicorn. It was thousands of years old. However, only a pure as the driven snow virgin could capture that unicorn. In that regard prehistoric legend had … More BELLA’S STORY
See what happens to the old brick wallswhen the ghost comes out at nightshe screams and howls at passers byunder a crescent moon’s half lightthe sign said ‘Graffiti is illegal’the sign said ‘Just go awaythis is no place for a ghost to be’she just smiled and had her say”I may not be allowed herebut you … More ARTISTIC GHOST TALKS TO A SIGNPOST
