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A poem I wrote for a woman who lost the love of her life only to marry someone who couldn't replace or replicate her first love so ending up living in some festering union of hate .

The reason the train left at a minute past midnight is because in Sheffield that time all the steel factories blew their whistles for the shift change and the train guards had to wait one minute for them to cease before they blew theirs , I left that Armageddon come apocalypse of destruction behind and never looked back the kids of today may need to do the same with their own silicon industrial Re...

God Google. A short poem I wrote about the neo omnipresent computer algorithm that seems almost all controlling and God like in its invisible presence .

A musing about Lord Kitchener who's Sabre rattling speeches come sermons raised rampant applause back in Whitehall and Westminster whilst unfortunately his young Virgin soldiers were dying by 6000 a day , he had printed into their guide books for war , "avoid wine and women" meaning french prostitutes , with a life expectancy of 17 hours catching a little pox would have been the least of their wor...

Poem written about a various selection of Saipan's on a station such a cosmopolitan crew made from DNA glue.

A poem written about the suicidal tendencies of snails, that started out as jellyfish swimming freely in the wide-open sea. Now, I can understand why, bonded onto terra firma, they may suffer from depression or suicidal tendencies, throwing themselves to their deaths under our feet on every garden path or rain-wet street.

A short song I wrote about owning a car in the swinging sixties, which was extremely rare, especially for young people. But if it was a Jaguar, then you were the nouveau rich, make-believe millionaires, the fake faux movie stars. Members of my family and their friends were just this. Usually, their balloons burst into bankruptcy, debt, and divorce. Too much money in young hands is like mixing desi...

A poem written for my father who was born in 1926 and now similar to an old model T ford he needs constant tinkering and maintenance to keep him running also I've done my best to copy his gasping Yorkshire speech ; born in the days of the horse and cart he started work at the age of twelve down in the mills on the east side of a steel river , he mentioned that not only were the steel dreys pulled...

The green-eyed monster of sin, that schadenfreude which we keep hidden away so deep within, its usually only seen in children as they exert their will to win ; the lowly leftover instinct of our anthropic ascension. However, this terrible traite can also be witnessed later in our lives when males begin to assert and dominate as the sexual stage arrives and our species needs to procreate .

A eulogy I wrote for a dear friend of mine who to me will always be the last bohemian . He was an artist for more than 65 years a prolific painter who sold his selling his work into the top galleries of London. A very impressive figure who change my life forever with his mindful mentoring I became a much better person through knowing him . The work pictured is a self portrait of himself he was jus...

The four elements of life, if we do not lean to respect them as ancient cultures did them they will cease to respect us.

Thinking back to my parents fate, it's hard to see how they once passed romantically through Eden's Gate into the land of milk and money where they fell hopelessly in love and felt the urge to passionately procreate. After doing so they then wore a miserable mortgage mask , that twenty-five-year servile task, eventually paying back the bank manager's seven percent overdraft. They scrimped and scra...

This is a musing I wrote after listening to my father who'd been conscripted into the British army during the second world war you can quite easily see why by year twenty three most members of the military have gone completely mad with OCD its perhaps due to the cour d'esprit of the British army which has a relentless marching rhythm beating to the sweet spot tempo of 120 , from day one your heart...

The only true miracle that we mortal beings are likely to see comes in the form of our genetic immortality that gene transfer continuum better known to you and me as a baby, Throughout the humans brief biological history it has believed in many a different sherman deity an Divinity ranging from Greek gods to our present day Corpus Christi, But when it comes to the real miracle making capability th...

A poem about a cherub child called Lily who arrived so devine and right on time to save us from our self destruction just as if Gabriel that had gifted to us his Lily shaped horn .

In the 1980s Yorkshire towns were all male prowess, which usually ment attempting a liquid suicide of drink each night to show your tribe what a man you  were It ended with some terrible casualties, the Yorkshire accent is extremely harsh at times and to most people I would think almost incomprehensible.

A poem about men and their midwife crisis as a matter course men feel the need to try out a new horse so they get a divorce and set off in search of adventure usually riding a Harley-Davidson towards the sun and what they think will be some all new sexual fun .

A prick of our precious pride is all that's needed to derail and deride our sensibility into taking a walk back to its wild side.

The last update of a human brain was in the mid to late stone age hence why we still carry the trait of wrath some believe it's one of the seven deadly sins whilst others say it be just a left over instinct from the sapiens savage days of survival .

A musing about my father's experience aboard a super cruise liner where he and most of the old Badgers contracted some terrible infection that almost killed them and this was before the Covid Cruise Lines came along, interestingly you can see how you could end up with a Marie Celeste .

This is a song i wrote about the catastrophic creations cause through having too much cosmetic surgery leaving so many a patient in the perpetual state of a reconstructive purgatory the surgeons are called the picasso's of the plastique, well they certainly end up with a foot an mouth or a tongue-in-cheek , they sculpture and scalpel at something that once started out as the face of the fantastic...

A song I wrote for Nina in lock down with covid and the kids a little soft swing Whilst you do your thing hell what else do you do whilst in Morrisons café.

The COVID-19 crisis has caused our fast-spinning world to slow to a halt. Even after trillions of dollars of quantitative easing, it still feels like the whole world has been hit by some dreadful physical freezing. Now, everybody waits with bated breath for the Chancellor of the Exchequer to begin his terrible squeezing. Just when the pandemic feels over, winter arrives, and people start coughing...

Steve McQueen once said he came from the gutter and that he'd not done bad for an orphan boy . Every year he used to go back to the borstal where the bungalow boys beat him back into line he became head boy there then after a fifty different jobs from lumberjack, getaway driver, pimp and gunrunner etc he finally found his niche a Co star James garner called him crazy McQueen, Bruce Lee said he was...

When children acquire their first language they sing like a fledgling on the first day of spring with that easy natural swing which to them is a brand new play thing without any restraining ring , their simple melodic crooning needs no interference or fine tuning but unfortunately school comes along with its lexicon tongue "dislexicating " what was once a beautiful song leaving that innocent sylla...