Politics

Married in the face of war Kneeling amongst rubble To be blessed Hand in hand Into the combat zone Not knowing If they’d ever get home...

This says it all some people just don’t change I have a voice I scream and shout I have a hissy fit And let it all out I have a voice I...

I wrote this at the start of the first Covid Lockdown. The horsemen of the apocalypse Rode to my front door With disease in the lead Had...

This is how I see Trump His hair was a lobster pot of his ambitions false, as his plastic talents which shook the world his self-interest...

Its about homelessness and it was one of my poems where I get the first line and it plays on my mind and has to be written. Country Boy...

I see this tower Impenetrable and grey With harsh cold concrete Stark and eyeless In a landscape bleak With riven clouds In a barren world

The smell of death Pollutes the breath, As ashes crumble under foot And shapeless lonely figures Slide, fumble footed Over the greasy remain

"Prompted by an article about cliff erosion gradually destroying a village. Could also be an analogy about the Labour party!" Erosion...

Plastic surging In plastic waves, Hurtling forth In plastic rage. Debris pinned In plastic wind. Killing mackerel Innocent of plastic...