Rapture, began from a photo prompt. It was first published by Reach (Indigo Dreams Publishing) Issue #214
For this week’s poem, I thought I’d opt for a fun one. How to give birth to an alien was first published in Ink Pantry’s Fields of Words in 2013. It originated from a creative writing exercise in 2011 when I was studying with the Open University.
This poem was first published in Reach magazine (Indigo Dreams Publishing) Issue 212.
Now that summer is (almost) officially here, I would like to share a poem with all of you.
Winter Walk is a poem I wrote for the poetry assignment on the Open University Advanced Creative Writing course.
One Christmas, in my dark and distant past, I was chatting to a friend about the gifts I used to receive when I was a child.
I hope you like my latest humorous poem!
Here is a poem I have written to share with you all about the state of UK post these days!
Autumn is nearly upon us and here is a poem I have written to share with all of you.
Our good friend Sharon Boothroyd has written a poem to share with us all. We have all seen shops on the high street change over the years, but one still remains the same. Read on and you will find out!
I have a school friend visiting me and I thought she’d like to see our old school magazines.
The Unwelcome Guest is a big departure from my usual, pithy, throwaway poems. It was written after having the Pogues song, A Pair of Brown Eyes, as an ear worm for about a week. Strangely the ear worm vanished the same day as the poem was written.
It's a shock to realise you are a septuagenarian - how can that have happened?
The Wrong End of the Stick, is a short poem I wrote after observing a group of people from an office down south, attending one of those idiotic bonding weekends based at a hotel in Nottingham.
The Seat on the Hill was my first, and last attempt at writing an old fashioned ballad.
I’m not a poet but this was written from the heart and with much love for my little miracle 1 1/2lb (680g) Grandson …
My poem, The Weather Girls was written after I had seen a rerun of the hapless Michael Fish’s unforgettable 1987 weather forecast, where he promised a lady who had phoned in, and the rest of the country, that the hurricane hurtling towards us, would miss by a distance and flatten France instead.
My poem, Hard Times, is about recession. I wrote it during the awful Credit Crunch of 2009.
My poem, The Delivery Man, is only partly autobiographical.
My poem, Father’s Day, was hatched after a beery conversation in the pub with a few male drinking friends, one of which, (after a few pints,) shyly exposed his brand new pair of Homer Simpson socks.
My short poem, A Grain of Truth, was written for a humorous verse competition on a writer’s website I belonged to at the time.
Celebrity Rules is a poem about the ridiculous celebrity culture that we have allowed to proliferate over the past thirty years.
My poem, Swine flu, was written at the height of the epidemic in 2010.
My poem, The Barbershop Quartet, was written soon after I’d published a short, Al Capone, gangster era story called the 2nd St Valentine’s Day Massacre.
My wifes friend at work was going on about how her hubby could make up a poem out of anything. My wife, not to be outdone, said I could too. So I was set a challenge, to come up with a poem that contained two statements of fact.
A certain person was annoying me, so ladies, I wrote this little ditty about some of the men in our lives, Bless 'em(not)
Mentally strolling down memory lane while writing my memoir My Gentle War, I thought of all the fun I had rummaging in Grandma Havard's 'clothes box' as a six/seven year-old.
Two Poems - My Mistake (The Death Of Love) I Held You (Love Won Then Lost, But The Memories Live On)
Here are two poems which I hope you will enjoy.
Winter has now ended and Spring has sprung! I hope you enjoy my latest poem.
Now that Spring has arrived, I hope you are amused by this poem. Both men and women who have read this have said "How did you know what my (my husband's) shed looked like. All I can say is I've been there!
Derek Coles and Norman Turner
I came across this 'song' in the Daily Express last Saturday 12th March. Jennifer has kindly allowed me to share it with you. The lyrics trip along quite nicely to the suitably cheery tune of My Favourite Things from The Sound Of Music. One. two, three.....
Here are three short autobiographical poems for you to read. I hope you enjoy them!
On Monday we said our final goodbyes to Tom’s mum, Rita, who died at the end of January after what had been a very distressing four months.
Here are three short poems to start off 2016. I hope you enjoy reading them.
I have recently put together a selection of my poems written over the last ten years or so. I am mostly selling these for our local Cancer Support Centre.The poems are mainly light hearted and I hope will amuse. The book entitled "PROSAITRY" is divided into various sections, one of which is Christmas so here is a one poem which might resonate with readers at this time of year.
A short poem for you all. Hope you enjoy reading it!
Autumn is a beautiful time of the year. Scenes to teasure. A short poem as autumn is slowly turning to Winter
We all want to be happy don't we? I hope you enjoy the poem I have written.
Early in the week, for whatever reason...I received a couple of DOZEN requests to Skype men. Among them, THREE 'GENERALS'? a Deputy General...a 'Sir' and a doctor. Only two women made the same request. I have no intention of Skyping any of them...
We all have two faces don't we?? I have written a short poem to share with you all.
We all have photos stored in boxes that recall happy, sad, eventful times. Here is a short poem I have written.
A poem I have just written, rather apt in the current climate.
Here is a sad poem for all feline lovers out there.
This poem was meant for my greyhound friends, but applies to all rescued pets.
Snow Maidens, a Star and an unknown quantity - read on!
Hush little baby
Where the tree-top grows
Lost lonely moonbeam
Where a dark light glows.
Three excellent poems from Joy: one about Spring, one about the gun and one about Charlotte Bronte.
You listen when I have something to say
You care when things don't go my way
You mind when people taint my name
And always feel my pain....
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