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The heat was sweltering at noon:the Minster Bells' cascading tunecould not relieve me, seeking shadewithin a willow-hidden glade.A boat trip down the peaceful Ousewith cooling breezes, soothing viewsserved soon to calm my sun-stroked mind,such peace as weary travellers find. Later, I walk familiar wallsas summer rain, all fragrant, fallsto I find I am a child... Continue Reading →
A poem inspired by my last Hadrian's Wall walk, and the scenery and rock art of Cumbria.
A tribute to the wonderful Brian Wilson.
A satirical examination of AI poetry.
A talking blues in homage to Bob Dylan on his 84th birthday. Inspired by the English seaside town of Whitley Bay.
Clear as the green of May,clean as the light of daywhen winds have swept the clouds awayI see Far as the sea is widehigh as the surging tideand, setting all my fears aside,I pray For many days like thismountain heights, seaside blisssealed with a loving kiss,you by my side May inspiration bringme to awakeningsweet, sacred... Continue Reading →
We will be drilling, drilling, drilling while you're filling, filling, fillingyour gas-guzzling juggernauts with discount fuel. We will be grinning, grinning, grinning while we're winning, winning, winning and we feel we are, god-like, ordained to rule. We'll keep on drilling, drilling, drilling while you're drowning, drowning, drowning in your cars, swept away by the flash-floods. And we'll be fiddling, fiddling,... Continue Reading →
(Continued from Part I) ...It led us on, towards a pedestalwhich held us in its thrallamongst the ivy, hidden by the tallsurrounding trees, loftily arching, standing sentinelthat seemed to usher us towards the weather-beaten wallwhere, above all the line, clear as the day was fairspoke its strange message here, and everywhereor so it seemed to... Continue Reading →
I am greatly indebted to all those who take the time to read and review my work, and this week, I was heartened to read the following five-star review of my chapbook, To Catch A Poem, from author Michele Lee Sefton: Whether reading about love, the seasons, rain, pennies, the sea, or other subjects presented... Continue Reading →
I wonder, by the riverside while following the swirling tideof human filth, spilled far and wide:Is there still time to save us? The factory's putrefaction stenchand farmed manure, in ditch and trenchadd to the rot, compound the stench:This is no way to save us. Yet somehow, it is not despairbut strength, in nature's song I hear,(while... Continue Reading →
Experiments in Fiction 