nearly fifty –
is not my dream come true
holding onto my feelings
painting in shades which are new
Tag: poem
Pebble on a Beach – Written Friday 19th August 2011 (Aged 36)
they said to me,
i realise i am not the only pebble on the beach
and in that moment,
i realised that it’s easy to become out of reach
Citizen of Nowhere – Written Saturday 23rd July 2022 (Aged 47)
i am a citizen of nowhere
a person of considerable care
but change interrogates me
and i am laid bare
Eton Boys Dreams Come True – Written August 2011 (Aged 36)
the right are moving in
fixed, targeted, ‘values’,
ideals,
that scupper hopes of a more cohesive unit
Circle in a Maze of Squares – Written Saturday 23rd July 2022 (Aged 47)
that not to vote is such a waste
but what is the use –
when all we get is another waste of space
with a dose of societal pain
Belly Underneath – Written Wednesday 10th August 2011 (Aged 36)
‘immigration’,
it is a favourite remark
the media tempt it
i have to let it pass
Everything is Speeding Up – Written Sunday 23rd July 2022 (Aged 47)
what can we do
what can any of us do –
to reverse this trend
with its natural end
Read, Listen, Watch – Written August 2011 (Aged 36)
but you can go to a library
and you can take a book from the shelf
read, listen, watch
you have the chance to educate yourself
Middle Ground – Written Saturday 23rd July 2022 (Aged 47)
the sandbanks seem so sound
but we live in a society
being slowly dragged down
Lost to Waves – Written Sunday 7th August 2011 (Aged 36)
i cannot change the times that have passed
i know,
they will never come around again
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 