Starting on 1st January 2021, I began a poetry writing project in support of four different charities. Writing at least one poem every...

Travelling - A Different Perspective Travel brings its own challenges What to bring, what to leave behind Sun cream and summer top?...

Another Another sofa another favour Another just one more night Another thank God you're a life saver Another job interview Another queue...

Spirits of the Passed We exist in the wind notes We spin in the river eddies We live in the night silence We burst with morning dew We...

Manc-Union I see solidarity Painted on a brick wall. Shining on children's Faces, waving handwritten Placards with heartfelt Messages -...

Article 01: All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights. Walk with me. I was once free, Born into a family Of love...

53rd Lap of the Sun 53rd lap of the sun Mid point in the life race Begun before man stood On the moon and the Gaia Hypothesis had not...

The Geordie Ahm gannin hyem Heading te tha Toon Back up te Newcastle I'll see yee very soon Ahm gannin hyem Back up te the North East...

The Corvids and the Passerines Smoke lingers over Flandrian fields, Where the last vestige Of humanity was lain to waste. And as the...

Channels and Waves Someone has a radio Tuned to static, scanning across Random voices, tumbling words of French, occasionally some...

The Bees n Trees Tree days, and dappled shade A light that plays in happy shadows Across bee-filled meadows, The air heavy with...

Cornish Caves The warmth of the sun Teasing the aroma of freshly Mown garden lawns from the Timeless whitewashed weather worn cottages. A...

The Passing of Summer Fresh cut grass, Scented sweet peas. Ice creams in a cone, Picnics in the breeze. Tomatoes ripening In a...

Emerald Smoke Sligo’s summer sun Sets long into the west, bound For Cape Cod, Boston, New York. And those memories days, Imbued with the...

In the Melon Fields, 1997 Don’t pick the buggers green! I’ll be checking, there’s nothing I don’t see. You get a 20 minute break...

The Google WWWWWH Why? Am I not good enough? Well, I think you are. Am I always tired? Sometimes we need to turn off the stars. ...

Ferrying Hope The sea is choppy tonight Waves break in distant foam Rolling in the devil wind A wind that spits cold And rattles the soul...

Once In Lahore I did not dare To stride the Zam Zammah, In homage to Kipling. Legs ‘a-Kim-bo,' Firing dreams into The humid air, ripe...

Over 100 new and original poems written every day from January 1st to March 31st. January - Lockdown, Longing and Memories February -...

Where The Seeds Fell Where the seeds fell, They patiently lay. Come happy days, Come spring again. Where the men fell, They patiently...