No Shame

Source: No Shame I was in visiting my Dad recently in the nursing home which is now his home. No doubt his last on this earth. I found it very emotional being there, seeing him as a shadow of himself and I was driven to writing a poem about him. I’ve already posted and shared…

The Company I Keep !!

New poems from me are short on the ground at the moment, so I want to share one I wrote a number of years back. As I recall, I was sitting in the back garden late at night, smoking, drinking beer and looking at the stars. I had watched a documentary on Francis Bacon earlier…

on being told he’s a poet of the people .

if you’re going to write me a poem don’t  mystify it with fucking classical references that I don’t understand don’t force me to fucking study classic greek and roman mythologies to understand you don’t tie me in knots with fucking empty verbosity and convoluted phrases I don’t carry a fucking Oxford fucking dictionary in my…

THE POET’S WORD

THE POET’S WORD Now, For the poet the word is king. Not only heard and spoken and seen, But  touched, tasted and savoured All in equal measure. Emotion’s food ! Spirit’s nourishment! Food for feelings! I know a poet Who, when he was small, Threw a ball Against a wall Because he loved The word…