Invasion from Brighton is Part II in the Seagull Sequence. Part III next week.
Wrong Turn is the first part of Seagull Sequence which I wrote when watching my local lake over three consecutive weeks. It was first published by Sarasvati magazine earlier this year. Part II next week.
Costume Project was inspired by a sewing group at my local Victorian park. It is taken from my collection ‘In a Delightful Country’ which I hope to publish later this year. Costume Project was published in Reach Magazine, Indigo Dreams Publishing, February 2017.
Farmyard Fugue is a jargon poem. It was inspired from an exercise taking jargon from one subject and using in another. I think you should be able to spot easily enough which two subjects I used. It was great fun. Farmyard Fugue was first published by Reach Magazine in February 2017.
This week’s poem, Grandad’s Garden, was inspired by a poetry workshop run by Alison Chisholm at Swanwick in August. Alison gave each participant a pinecone to study. Grandad’s Garden recently won first prize (Student Category) in the Brighton and Hove Arts Council Poetry Festival Contest and I was presented my cheque by the poet Laureate herself, Carol Ann Duffy. Quite an evening.
It was written around 2012 when I wrote a poetry sequence. This one is especially for Jan, founder of Oapschat.
Poetry in the Park was inspired by my Poet Residency at Worth Park, a local Victorian park that’s received money from the Heritage Lottery Fund to restore to its former Victorian beauty. Poetry in the Park was first published in May 2017 by Reach Magazine, Indigo Dreams.
This is a poem I have written about the vast array of street entertainers.
Back in June 2017, I shared Broken Bone in Bucuresti, written around 18 months after my accident in Bucharest. Today I’d like to share Operation Bucharest which began its life while I was being operated on, awake, as I had a spinal anaesthetic. I’d be interested in comments regarding the difference between the two poems.
This is a poem I have written about wedding anniversary names given for different years of marriage.
The Gambler takes the form of a sonnet and was born during my first creative writing course with The Open University back in 2012.
This week’s poem is a bit of light-hearted fun and an appropriate time to post as Wednesday 25th October 2017 was World Pasta Day. They seem to have a special day for everything these days. Pasta À la Carte was inspired by a photo prompt when I was doing a poetry challenge a couple of years ago. I hope it makes you laugh.
I was prompted to write On a Street Near You after seeing the volume of homeless people huddled up in doorways, in Brighton, but it’s not just happening in Brighton, it’s happening on a street near us all. On a Street Near You was first published earlier this year by Liverpool Anthology to help raise awareness of homelessness.
This poem is quite special. It began its journey in 2007 after I watched my mum sleeping in hospital when she was seriously ill. Although she never fully recovered we managed seven more years together before she died. I dedicate this poem to my mum as it would be her 85th birthday on Thursday, 19th October, 2017.
An OAPSchat member has written this moving poem for World Mental Health Day 2017 and wishes to remain anonymous. My thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Do you remember your first love? I remember mine clearly. I was fifteen and when we broke up I thought my world had ended. First Love was inspired by these memories which were prompted when completing the Blues Studio Poetry Workshop with the Poetry School last year.
Now it’s Over was inspired when working on an online blues poetry course with The Poetry School last year.
This poem was inspired by an exercise where I wasn’t allowed to use the letter ‘E.’ It’s not easy. Why not have a go yourself and see?
Identity Tags is from my collection of poetry using the theme of Lost Identity.
After my mum died in 2014 I felt like I’d lost my identity. I therefore explored a lost identity theme in my poetry and came up with a collection of fictional poems, Recognition is the first. This poem was first published in Reach Magazine (Indigo Dreams Publishing) in Issue #209.
Magnificent Majesty was written during my Advanced Creative Writing module. This was my first attempt at a villanelle and illustrates Chopin’s Raindrop Prelude.
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.
Broken Bone in Bucuresti is based on a true experience of when I was out in Bucharest in March 2015 with my MA Creative Writing group.
Many of us enjoy puzzles, crposswords etc, here is a short poem which I hope you will enjoy reading.
Merry Christmas was my first attempt at a poem after I decided to take writing seriously, in 2009.
We all have our thoughts about Christmas, here is a short poem to share with you all. Happy Christmas!
I often think of autumn as the golden season, so many colours to see. Here is a poem I have written to share with you all.
Nights are drawing in, leaves are falling and conkers are being gathered. It can only mean autumn! Here are two poems I have written to share with you all.
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!
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.
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.
Old Tom The Catnip King, was written after observing our ‘Bonus’ cat, Jasper, sunning himself in the garden.
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 silly kid’s poem Clicking Gran, was my first attempt at poetry.
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.
Does your imagination ever run away with you?
It has been reported that, due to fly-tipping from a cannabis factory on a Swansea valley road, a flock of sheep were seen behaving a bit ‘odd.’
I am delighted to share my first poem for the website with you. I hope you enjoy reading it!
I wrote ‘At My Expense’ during the first days of the MPs expenses scandal in 2009.
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.
This is what my daughter read out for me at Doreen's funeral. I couldn’t do it myself so wrote a bit of an intro for her to introduce it.
A certain person was annoying me, so ladies, I wrote this little ditty about some of the men in our lives, Bless 'em(not)
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