A Hint

I hate the Winter so I'm always looking for that first sign of Spring. I know I'm early but...
Cherry

The things that make her stay

There are few things Ila doesn’t like about life in Cairo.

When pigs Fly

When pigs fly [Take off]

Terror On The Top Deck

This is a true story, it happened to me in the fifties. I've written the situation from my perspective then, and from how a young girl of today would probably handle the same set of circumstances.

The Face Rains

A little poetic whimsy

Just Ain’t Cricket!

A childhood game of Cricket with my brothers Podge and Degs.

DON’T SAY ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

Don’t talk about your love life; What you did and in what way.

An Overly Sentimental Poem for My Mother

Just like the shoes, I am stubborn with, I will not throw you out. Or like my white handbag scratched with nib marks, belly-full of stories I will keep you pursed, one arm belted over you.

What is Beauty

Another quick poem thanks to ICT.

I can hear the sun playing outside

I can hear the sun playing outside (9th October 2008, 2.35pm) I can hear the sun playing outside on the tarmaccaddam, or perhaps it is the children; I can hear the grass shouting

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