Would you like a lift To Newmarket Joe No thanks Mike I will take the stairs today As it helps me to stay fit Uncle Joe Yes Mary You will not be able To take the stairs Why Because that is stealing And you will be arrested

As many of you know I write poetry It was something God handed to me and in the view of others (at least the people I bribe) I am seen as a tedious, self centred – a shit poet if you will. But it is either that or hanging around taking the numbers of trains […]

Elaine and I sleep Under a Confederate Flag In our bedroom Of a thousand dreams We leave our windows open So that other dreams might enrich The histories of our glorious days

The Antebellum South describes a period between 1812 and 1861 I do not know much about this period in American History As I am partially sighted as well as being profoundly deaf Yet although I have severe problems with my sight I can see the rakes of carriages that are wintered at the end my […]

Kathy and I live near Fulham Football Club And watch the team play on Saturday afternoons We are always accompanied by Efigenia Who we employ to look after our daughter Efigenia Like my wife she is quite beautiful And they often attract admiring looks at Craven Cottage Efigenia is also the younger sister of the […]

Auden considered that poetry And this applied to most authors Fell into four classes First of all – The Pure Rubbish Secondly- The Good Ideas that Fell Short Thirdly – The Decent Poems but sadly the poems that Lacked Importance The final class are the poems That are the Really Great Poems They are a […]

Two women Phipps and Rebecca They were last seen In the Quarter of the Dead I was a fraud but frauds survive As I had stolen the bloodied armband From a dead Red Cross worker Although I knew little about aid I had a basic knowledge As I made my way towards the front line […]

In the years Before the Civil War I would summer With my cousins In the Deep South I can remember the mansion well With its sweeping Lace Curtains Virgin White But certain trees On my uncles plantation Confused me As the lower branches Were white And stripped of bark I was told not to question […]

Billy No Mates died tonight It was an unremarkable death He just faded and then vanished In the hours Before they devoured The festering remains Of those who had displeased Billy Had sung to his beloved eagles In his strange yet almost lyrical voice Although he was once very popular Billy had slowly lost his […]

I was exploring the outfield Of my local cricket club Under the hot afternoon sun Rosie was carrying her sandals She asked me about the outfielders What was their function During a cricket match Was it to stop the ball from Invading the nearby railway lines I explained that there was A Left Fielder A […]