To be a poet in destitute times Is a painful occupation You are grain of sand On a storm lashed beach But a grain of sand Shining brightly  

When the rich wage war It is the poor who die   As important industrialists And captains of industry Kneel in front of me I make them read this poem From a wide white screen   I am the one holding the Uzi   All men are born equal

The head girl in my church choir is named Angela She has the voice of an angel on speed Angela often sings with other choirs And is more than useful with a Uzi Having served with the Israeli Army My brother often employs her as a hit person As she is nutty as a fruit…

I was born some years ago in a small back room in Pimlico In later years I became a man of the cloth My brother is however a gangster He often visits me in my church To confess his many sins   Of late the Gangster Wars Have erupted again There have been many killings…

For a number of years I have purchased modest sculptures And have displayed them in my wild country garden   I have now discontinued this pursuit As the poppies have registered Two letters of objection   Read as Red

I have been told that dreamers are lonely As only they can own their dreams It is my personal opinion that this is not true As I am always surrounded by friends in my dreams

Woodstock was 20 in 2021 having been born in 2001 For her birthday she composed two lines of poetry Two girls with daisy chains in their hair  Listening to the essential songs of the 60s She asked me to complete the poem But I declined As I have never worked out why time passes and…

On most mornings you will find me on the beach Collecting pebbles that resemble the moon   However during the night that has just passed I collected pebbles by the light of the full moon     Stella Luxembourg 2021

My brother has a collie dog He calls it Stella Luxembourg My sister does not have a dog Her name is Stella Luxembourg  

You are still wearing a short skirt And your long tanned legs remain exposed Summer appears to be still with us   After a walk through the woods I came out taller than the trees It was then that I saw the autumn clouds As they lingered on the edge of our city    …