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...

The Boy Who Dreamed The boy who dreamed of mountains, To stand on snowy summits high To touch the gathered clouds and gently stroke the...

Life's Regrets? At night the silence gathered cold And seeped in to the shivered dreams. A wearied man, a life untold, As lines...

Allah's Istanbul The Bosphorus gleams Under mosqued domes, religion Always dominates Tel Aviv Beats Discos in Tel Aviv Warm pulsing...

Clocks - Turned Back I'm turning the clocks Back to 2014. Turning them back To what might have been. The world was different, Brexit...

Railway Mask All aboard The Mask Express Destination Normality Calling at Social Distancing, Work-From-Home & Track-Trace&Test All aboard...

A poem to celebrate the beauty of the counties of Herefordshire and Worcestershire, as seen from the highest point of the Malvern Hills,...

The Last Time I Shook Hands The last time I shook hands, The smiles weren't hidden. The eyes looked without fear. The distance between us...

A poem to everyone who I have not met...but have become friends. #socialmedia #friendship

The Seats Are Empty The seats are empty. The 10:08 to London. Grey-upholstered comfort Extra clean and disinfected as The train,...

Fingers touching The source of Hope and dread Life and death I cup the water Cold and foaming In my dirt creased palm A hand that once...

A Poem Saved Me The page lay blank Wordless, muted. The ink dried to black dust. Write, just write. Your tears are ink filled, Black...

A Cuppy Tea By The Sea I sit by the sea, Wave aged, salt-stained. Talking to the pebbles, Each a long time friend. The spray coats me...

TEFL Teaching English as a Forgotten Language (I was a teacher once...and I miss it) I miss the sounds of walking to work and talking to...

Monday Monday, someday in-a-fug-day need-a-hug-day stay-in-bed-snug as-a-bug-in-a-rug-day down-in-the-dumps-club-day But not-today...

Old Eyes The old man lent me his eyes, Cataract clouds, yet behind the milky hue Lay the memories and wisdom of life. The clarity &...

The Language of Clouds Borderless, wind drifters. Across the divide they look Up to the drifting white; The cloud journeys begin,...

Midnight. Dreams. At midnight's close The day past. Piled higher still, Stacked regrets and What should have beens. The days to come...

Bump and Hide We don't Bump into each Other anymore. No more Oh I'm sorry, Let me Pick you up Off the floor. It's orchestral manoeuvres...

Coronachievements Lockdown 6 months on...Before and After I'll read every book I've got. I read half a page and stopped. I'll exercise,...