Category Archives: Poetry

Halcyon Days

Most Sundays, Mum would cook lunch, we called it dinner She spent hours perfecting it I would stand by her side and marvel How such pleasure was choreographed. No fancy measures, no stress She would explain, “Yorkshire pudding” must be … Continue reading →

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Drinking

“You drink way too much” she said in her special voice. Her voice, for preaching, and sorting me out and Explaining that I’m a half-wit let loose on the world Because of the stupidity of my mother and sisters. I … Continue reading →

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By the wildwood lake

In a forest deep, where gnarly willows grew Next to a deep still lake, in the bowl between steep green hills There dappled sunbeams played in the wildwood’s shade Several small streams ran through. Over millennia, the lake became deeper, … Continue reading →

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Oh Great It’s Snowing

Sitting at our school benches One cold winters day All the boys and girls Were watching through the classroom windows. Snowflakes large and silent, gently falling The excitement was palpable The teacher however, just droned on and on, Thick snow … Continue reading →

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Education

University assassinated my personality And Taught me how to think Just The way they think, And Pass their exams and I’m an Expert In university thinking. My books taught me What My professors Didn’t They taught me To Swim without going In … Continue reading →

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“He’s Got an OLOGY” (Maureen Lipman)

What a great TV advert Beatie, a Jewish Grandma asked her Grandson How did your exams go? The boy replied, “I got a ‘C’ in Biology.” Like every Jewish Grandma She, beams at the camera “He’s got an Ology” Tantamount … Continue reading →

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The Bottom Shelf

For more than half a lifetime Mostly ignored over the years Dads old sheet music Had been lost to my ears. There it languished, paper slowly rotting Forgotten, those lovely words and melodies Piano music, difficult for me I would … Continue reading →

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Get Used to It

In times, long gone I had broad shoulders Even, ‘barrel chested’ Thick arms and wrists. Legs were not so good But I didn’t care At thirteen, I had seen Many adverts for Charles Atlas. I knew I was the type … Continue reading →

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Stella

I wasn’t embarrassed even though it was embarrassing She refused to play with the other children and Said, “They’re too stupid to play with!” In her piercing voice. I smiled a little smile, an uncomfortable smile Then she said, “It’s … Continue reading →

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Result!

With the result of the Corbyn / Smith election The membership’s – unequivocal rejection of Smith It should also tell the Parliamentary Labour MPs, Ordinary members, don’t like their attitude. I wouldn’t be as magnanimous as Jeremy Who it seems, … Continue reading →

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