it’s no secret
that the limelight
shines bright,
and that humans —
can feel compelled to watch
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Softly Sprung – Written December 2025 (Aged 50)
Is my love an anarchist,
but longing for a steady rule?
Am I off the field of play,
or am I on the ball?
Middle Sets – Written Tuesday 21st October 2025 (Aged 50)
“I was always just middle sets —
not the best,
but average…”
London and Smitten – Written May 2025 (Aged 50)
Back then, I seemed so far away
from being a child,
but a child I was —
still a fledgling in my thoughts.
Woken Up – Written Wednesday 23rd April 2025 (Aged 50)
I feel like I’ve woken up —
finally seen what I could not see.
These last few months
have taken strips away from me.
Seen Through The Eyes Of a Ghost – Written Monday 31st March 2025 (aged 50)
Seen through the eyes of a ghost,
I carry a patina of trouble, rubble, and boulders
Fit In – Written January 2025 (Aged 49)
Let me catch the thief
that likes to sculpt our dreams.
Let me catch the pickpocket
who likes to pocket our feelings.
What Shape Can I Be – Written Saturday 19th October 2024 (Aged 49)
and this is not idle self-pity,
it’s my self-pity going at full pelt,
but ice cream turns to just deserts,
and dreams quickly melt.
Holding On – Written Wednesday 24th April 2024 (Aged 49)
it’s hard
not to see flaws
brains sunk,
hope without doors
Cast of Many – Written Thursday 11th April 2024 (Aged 49)
danced awkwardly,
in the light
feeling dim,
feeling bright
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 