Abbey Bells

*I wrote this poem whilst sitting outside St. Albans Abbey between 2003-2006 in a different form. I was never happy … Continue reading Abbey Bells

Winter Spring

Ice cold tendrils claw away on this cold winter spring day Digging deep into flesh and bone the shuffling dead … Continue reading Winter Spring

*The following is my homage to a brilliant children’s TV series from when I was a kid and I believe … Continue reading A Womble Changed My Life

He sniffs the air, ah the sweet smell of success This way it comes to him in excess He the … Continue reading Politician’s Playthings

George the Belly was a funny old soul Gambling on the horses, sports with a hole Flies on a wall … Continue reading The Folly of George the Belly

On windy shores and angry seas Friendship tested to belief Wild wave’s batters beach Words snatched, out of reach The … Continue reading Angry Seas

Winter came to him (again) this spring Her ice cold fingers clasped around his heart If he had known what … Continue reading Memories and Dreams

I see this world and all it holds The trouble it brings a hundred fold Not a saviour to rescue … Continue reading Caliburnus Rises

You ask me why I never talk But you never listen Everything that’s said falls short These eyes sometimes glisten … Continue reading Why Ask Me?

She make him laugh, makes him cry makes him sing and inwardly sigh Sad too, never dull when she’s by … Continue reading The Day That He Dies