I'm contorted as to how to address today's issue because of its great actual complexity juxtaposed with the zombie-simplistic public thinking on the issue, if indeed "thinking" is the proper term as i
You shout at God Why? ‘As King why didn’t you prevent this illness, that event?’ “You do not see what I restrain, and soon I will remove all pain, but are you ready to embrace
Britannica Britannica Hungry as the ocean Sucking souls beneath her crest Sexy salty sailors Surfing on her rising breasts Sinking deep into her waters Thinking they are blessed
It echoes back from the heart of not knowing, This is a place where we must always stand As it is not always so easy to find a way Through to the hidden centre of these times
Sitting on the edge of the bridge and looking down, there is no vertigo, no anxiety, no fear at all, just peace.
A poem about walking round London, the things you see, tied up in the rush you never had to have....
A local myth from the Highland town of Cromarty. John Reid, at least, was a real person...
Dark deliverers from safety, they stand Shining as angels of light into the deep Anti-clockwise, taking ships away, Fog masking the sturdy towers of the true light.
Smiling from the air, these jaws of rocks unite In chomp and champ of spray, to consume them all. Saliva washing them in its salty way, Eye sockets glimpsed gauntly from the air,
When prim white winter melts away then carefree Spring comes out to play; each peach tree the Winter undresses she covers with her soft pink kisses and stroking willows makes them gush;