Dearest Dad Where-ever you are Greetings from me And my family You know Where we are Left a legacy No one dare Copy No copy right Nevertheless difficult To emulate Knowing you

I was born into a beautiful green foresty village, raised under a house of rouge assassins who’ve defected from the Far East.

This poem is about depression, and the inner strength it takes to live life instead of giving it up.

An age of awareness is approaching but what does it really mean?

After an exhausting day on the golf course, the England squad returned to their complex in a gleaming entourage of bullet-proof limousines.

Ode to Venus i Your comely light shines bright -aright- To ring a vibrant resonant; Forth from my deepest bleakest self; By wings that sing with an ardent

There are no windows at the cloakroom at the Grand hotel in York. Its’ central position within the hotel is the reason as to why it was chosen.