Poetry

A comprehensive piece discusses the mercenaries known as the "Dogs of War" who engage in conflict for financial gain across the globe. Africa has long struggled with the presence of such militants, and even today, they continue to sow chaos worldwide, including in regions like Israel, Palestine, Russia, and Ukraine. These "Dogs of War" are hired by numerous superpowers, and their growing numbers h...

The high functioning alcoholic starts the day with a liberal libation of liquid sin, beneath their Celtic cream coloured skin once beat the heart of Gunga Din .

Steve McQueen once said he came from the gutter and that he'd not done bad for an orphan boy , after a fifty different jobs from lumberjack, getaway driver, pimp and gunrunner etc he finally found his niche .

Krystyna Skarbek was a Polish beauty queen, a countess, and the longest-serving spy in Churchill's wartime Special Operations Executive (SOE). With a life expectancy of just six weeks, she managed to last seven years as a field agent, fighting against Nazi tyranny, only to be betrayed by her own trusted powers, the British. At the end of the Second World War, with a stroke of their metaphorical Ju...

A poem about the rain cycle's continual celestial cleansing this perpetual purification of precipitation shows no discrimination of skin treating us all to the same asperging sanctification from sin .

A Musing about my artist girlfriend from Barcelona, Spain, I couldn't understand what she meant by being a spiritual suffragette. Sacrificing love and life for her art, I thought her to be pompous and pretentious, born with a silver spoon up her sleeve. Now, after months of lockdown, living as a mendicant monk in my own garret cell of solitary confinement, I'm beginning to understand her purgatory...

Treachery and treason never go out of season the gunpowder plot was the spy master's crowning piece of glory he'd managed to use the plot to catapult James the 1st from being a doomed king guaranteed to be assassinated into a national hero who united both Scotland and England into the union of Crowns a feat never before thought possible all by engineering a plot that was in its early stages and fa...

A musing about the private member's bills passed with rousing British Parliamentary pomposity it sounds as if they're committing a serious aural atrocity but it's usually being diatribed by someone whos spieling loudly through their own suppository .

A short story about doing a favor for a rich friend who lives in a country estate in the middle of no where . This then turned into a terrifying experience of trying to get back to some semblance of civilization.

Thinking back to my parents fate it's hard to see how they once did romantically pass through the eden gate into the land of milk and money where they fell hopelessly in love and felt the urge to passionately procreate , after which they wore the mortgage mask that twenty five year servile task eventually paying back the bank managers seven percent overdraft , they scrimped and scrapped in a steel...

Looking at the selection of sapiens on a train station I was wondering if we mixed all of them together as if they were paint in a garden shed, would we all end up resembling something khaki like an olive coloured bread .

This is a poem I wrote for an innocent looking girl called Alice who when tempered up turns into a hell's angel of malice she resembles a fairytale princess fresh from a folkloric palace yet soon as she opens her mouth you think she's been drinking from the poisoned chalice with her hands in the air she stands about four feet tall but after a rise through with alcohol she turns into a native neand...

With courage commitment and candour these extraordinary women did something that had never been done before and that was to bring the age of equality knocking loudly upon the British empires front door.

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

Is vanity a sin ? or is it just the selfish substance that we need in order to win .

The birds and bees have joined us from the flowers and trees you find them at Macdonald's an champagne bars lapping up our left over cream teas they'll hardly be floaty lite on the breeze after feasting on our fat fantastic sleaze .

Listening to the climate conference's waffling old windbags wheezing on about saving our world as they quaff down expensive wine squandering fifty pounds a glass and then dare to set the price of carbon capture at three pounds a ton , this be the token tariff to save your granddaughter or grandson ?.

Covid 19 as seen through the eyes of a squirrel , watching them  fighting for scraps from the dustbins whilst under lock down ,they appear so confident and carefree without us I think possibly the only thing they'd missed about our absence is the leftover Ben and Jerry's ice cream .

A short minute musing about infecting your friends computer's with a virus and how they treat it as though you've infected them with a sexually transmitted STD .

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 a hot sexual sun and what they think will be some all together brand new fun .

Emblazoned bright upon his breast he carries that noble heraldic crest , tis the colour of blood and fire be it a blessed response to his lovers desire, suspicion states that he was at the passion of christ , an there by thorny crown was blooded an blessed , is this why today he doth still sanctify the arrival of our christmas fest .

Looking at my Godson watching the Lion king I cast myself back to childhood where I first saw a pathetic lion used as a guard dog in a scrap yard chained toothless clawless and castrated never should these beautiful beast be caged into torment and cruelty for our amusement we should leave them to roam wild and free on their sub-saharan Savannah .

When you're a teenager there's always one of your real tight crew who takes too much powder and drinks too much brew, we use to called him the Glastonbury gladiator , funny but with them having so much testosterone and adrenaline they also make brilliant parents when they come of age after finishing their thirty year teenage rampage .

This is a short song I wrote for Colette's birthday she's an angel faced florist who works out of a norman church on a country estate, surrounded by angelic statues all halos and wings adding to this heavenly scene is her being bathed and baptized in the divine light from the stain glassed windows along with the scent from the flowers you think you've arrived at the garden of Eden, but then again...

Our green  karma Queen casts her svelt shadow over we obstinate boulder brained beasts lighting an alternative pathway towards her spiritual sentient sanctuary .