Kids

A splinter lodged deep within my soul,

A shard of grief I cannot control.

My...

You're the representation of free love.
You make me joyful with pride and its overwhelming. There's...

Her name was Arthenia and she was my aunt.
I wish I could say that she's still alive but I can't....

WHO SHALL LOOK OUT FOR OUR KIDS DOES ANYONE KNOW ?
PARENTS MUST TRAIN UP THEIR CHILDREN IN THE WAY...

"My mother didn't want me"... you look at me a sigh

I catch a glimpse of pain rush in...

( I have posted this poem of mine on several different international poetry sites everytime there is a...

Not to contribute to all the stereotype
To all the rhetoric and interviews
but to only...

I walk thro' white cotton wool and orange pumpkins,
large black hairy spiders is surely where fear...

Story Of a Boy Who Was Lighter Than Air

Once upon a time, many years ago
There was a gloomy...

Writing for the reader’s pleasure that is a novelist’s intention
Conjuring interest and excitement...

The relationship we share, is far from perfect that's clear to see,
But there's no one else I'd...

Mr. Blobby has a bulbous belly

And his favourite food is a bucket full of jelly

He doesn’t...

We were the cool kids.
The ones to watch.
Now, we are watched.
Controlled.
We...

We knew how to be kids in the 70s,
Playing outside every day,
We made our fun with what we...

15/07/2020
My boys

My Last thought of night,
And First in the morning,
Are...