Category Archives: Poem

And still, I am blind.

Sitting in the sun, we watch the shadows where the world scurries in the gutters of manmade cruelties.  Look away and see the comfort of your insignificant self, close your ears to the din of bombing and the screams of dying … Continue reading

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Brexit – Confusion – the poem.

Britain looks back to its former glory Revising history and dreams of epochs new Excluding friends and mistaking foes Xenophobes moaning about empty nursing stations Isolated, insular and dreaming still of money power Trading, trashing, cashing in and cashing out.   … Continue reading

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Listen to the crying child.

Listen, can you hear the children cry? From earthquake street or Yemen’s misery Do you hear the mother’s scream of pain? As Aung Sang Suu Kyi lies, staring blindly on. Do you hear the whimpers of the dying child? As … Continue reading

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Poetry – harbinger of joy or tears.

Looking back at some of my  poems, none I may add, acclaimed by anyone, I am surprised at the ups and downs reflected there. There are many who find poetry a balm and sometimes a boost and even a spark … Continue reading

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Addicted!

  Love’s a bind, love’s a burden It’s like heroin, there’s no doubt Each day we need our fix to live on, Every day it’s agony – without.            Our fix comes, not through the needle … Continue reading

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How close to throwing it all away.

How close to throwing it all away, How close to killing what keeps us alive To closing down your shining eyes To be deafened to your laughter chimes.   Love is blind but can be blinded Locked out by selfish … Continue reading

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Forgiveness – the gift of love.

Forgiving something small is easy, excusing someone you hardly know; but some one close, who fails you that’s a wound, an open sore.   So when to mend the scars and how? We need the answers now. Lest the wounds … Continue reading

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