Joe  Yes  Did ewe hear the news No  You gave been awarded a knighthood  Why did they bother  Because of your services to poetry You are taking the piss  I know I am  Do not scare me like that again Marrianne Marr  I am the last person  Who would be awarded a knighthood  A dreaming […]

The winter storms had beached many whales  Robboe was walking past their towering bones  It was quite noticeable that the winds Has been hired to conduct the orchestra  As mystical sounds could be heard  All along the bleak and withdrawn beach  My brother felt a deep sorrow for these huge creatures  Who in time would breathe again and return […]

A beautiful white horse passed me  As I rode along a country lane  Although the rider was anonymous  The creature was quite beautiful  It told me that later in the day  I would make a troubled child very happy 

I am slightly above average height  Not by much but it is noticeable  My face is oval  I have a gentle nose  It flatters me  My complexion is fair  Although I sometimes look pale  I have green and blue eyes  Which look sad depending on my mood My hair colour is undetermined  Cornfield mice slumber in […]

Pauline Green Feathers  Lives in the lighthouse  Near Clive Cliff Point  Pauline was rescued  From a shipwreck  When she was very young  And was adopted  By the Barnes family  She is the only Native American  In this part of Cornwall 

What is your poem about Joe  My Sunday Lunch  Are you saying that the corrupt  Will be punished  Frozen Peas  I always dream Of being a New World General  With an option of sage and onion stuffing  In my country we name our railways  After John Hanning Speke and Richard Burton  We name some of our […]

It is only a path  Narrow in places  But what a path  Converted by the sea Sea huts and sea terraces  All brightly coloured  Are reflected  On even the dullest of days  Nicholas awaits your company 

I am on the edge  Of a deep precipice  The Big Snotty  Has trapped me  I am about to fall  Into a dreadful chasm  My energy  Exhausted Long gone  Will I am   On a train to nowhere  Drip drip drip  I am being treated  Like a Leper   Office dressed  I long for my bed  A Lanctuary of Sove  […]

Joe I was watching a home movie  Shot a number of years ago  By the father of my American friend  Which showed him ripping up a magazine  That featured Jane Fonda on the cover  It was taken as the Vietnam War  Was drawing to a close  He does not speak  Although he quietly mutters Bitch  […]

Talk to me Lukas  It is time to sleep  It is time to weep  Wet Sister  Fabulous  Hollow Reed pipes  Men are Weak  God Coloured Days