Monthly Archives: November 2010

Winter Clothes Fat people love winter clothes Democratic clothes that are Baggy and shapelees Just like them Food Food I love it Food I adore it Food I yearn for it Fat is my temple to love Twiggy Twiggy was … Continue reading →

Sometimes I say things when I shouldn’t Often I lose the plot and stay stumn. That’s just the way we are When me and my voice agree My voice and me most times agree Like pals. I tend to think … Continue reading →

Cocky git swaggered every minute Even on his silly moped A scooter with a hornet sound To annoy all and every one around Cocky git would swear and spit In his soppy hoody coat His deep mean eyes beneath a … Continue reading →

Flexing his strongly tapered fingers Which had done a thousand operations Brandy glass in hand He spoke to colleagues gathered together For his retirement “Throughout my years of surgery I have maintained an athletes’ Care for mind and body Each … Continue reading →

Grimy dim street lights Let shadows hang hapless Over sprawling cold estate roads Rats scurry between potholes and drain covers. The estate where even bricks weep dirty rain Over graffiti time spewed in splendorous graphic filth Homes where real people … Continue reading →

Sweet nightingale sings In the pouring rain of spring Calling back sunshine Gently sighed soft breeze Parting clouds in harmony Warmth to dry wet leaves Tree leaves shift to Sun Boughs tingle and drip no more Bird you sing so … Continue reading →

When Joe was a little lad He was trusted with the ration book, He queued for food enjoying the wait Listening to the flow of conversation And when he got home he told his mum All about it She always … Continue reading →

Hypocrite poppy red in his lapel Now is now and then was then, Standing stiff for fallen men. Sombre tunes with marching bands Centred village town memorials Weeping widows for those who fell Eleven strikes the sombre bell He did … Continue reading →

Poison Putrid streams meander, lethargic where once bustling cities stood No more will joy and laughter sing from rotted blackened corpses The architect, just arrogant man, beyond sobs of regretful politicians In just hours from the point where “no turning … Continue reading →

Three times and more that hour She let each written sheet Drop to the table… Each to pick back – here, then there, Words sulphurous in a fine hand Accounting her son -a lost hero. The Officer had dipped pen … Continue reading →