Category Archives: Poetry

All Political Careers -End in Tears

Arrogance, surrounds her, ambivalence blinds her Ignorance dogs her, whilst her Ministers plot Some say weeks, others a month or two – all the while, With no mandate, no authority, little if any support. How to regain the high ground, … Continue reading

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The honey bee’s demise

Well I never! Is that a stinger – stuck in my arm, no less? I resent this unjust ingress into my innocent flesh. Did I wrong the creature? “Not guilty, Your Honour! It was not I who breached the rules … Continue reading

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What you need

What you need, is her Strong and stable leadership- willing to make the difficult decisions Just read MY manifesto, I have been very clear I am the only safe pair of hands For this country to trust I’ll do what … Continue reading

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Another time and in another place

Growing up muscles became stronger Imagination, lent alternative scenarios To turn into, adventures of learning The mind did not develop as fast as strength. Encouraged to try Drawing, painting, model building, Even sculpture with clay Led to sometimes clumsy attempts … Continue reading

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Tempest

The murderous whaler ship Sally Jane stank… As only a whaling ship can! Its cavernous hold The deck winch greased and ready Blubber pots waiting below. Hard sailors signed on to profit share Whittled and bickered The long days out … Continue reading

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An aspirational wife

I had my book published And She said “Well done But It isn’t a best seller, is it?” I published a best seller And She said, “Well done But It isn’t exactly literature, is it?” I wept And She said, … Continue reading

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Discombobulated

The older I’m getting Time seems to pass quicker I’m used to forgetting Dates and events – I struggle to remember People’s names. That’s bad enough Then twice a year The clocks change I always forget To alter my watch … Continue reading

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