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Plastic Gloves. We peel them from our handsso carefully,And then discard of themIncautiously. We bin them here and there.with no ideaof what ...

Piet Mondrian: Born1872 in the Netherlands. Died 1944 in New York. 1892: After a strict Protestant upbringing, Mondrian studied art in ...

Soufflé The days, the weeks,The months have passed,and still the Irish Sea is there,Growling before my very eyes. We hear about aGreat ...

 My family.I was not the same as them.I was not the same. I had green eyes…lean limbsand I could jump and ...

  My Bed. My bed was long and narrow,Made of wood.My room was small and cold.No heating then…Three blankets, patched up sheets,and ...

My Back Yard : When Autumn comes...applesfall from trees.They called it gravity...but...we All KNEW this before Science had a name.Why credit ...

What A Day For a DaydreamThat… Marriage of Figaro to Carmen was. Everyone was there.Maria. The Sultan of Swing,Jolene,Rigoletto , Delilah. ...

InvictusWilliam Ernest Henley - 1849-1903   Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, ...

  In a Sea of Green….I dream of Saving Elephants,Orangutan, Giraffe. ‘Your garden with its trees and leavesbears down too heavily.I feel ...

Covid19 That’s it….the lock is on the gate.The bird is on the wing butwe are not.The rules are strict…The message now ...

The Black and Tans(later with a sprinkling of impoverished Irish men.) The Black and Tans..Those economic migrantsfrom a hostile land…. That brutal ...

ArcadiaThe Fall of (sir) Phillip Green’s Empire Mr Green is in the Red. The Fates have cornered him,With vengeful piety..they calledCircle ...

  Amazing Grace 1984:I walked into the little haven,White walls and hanging vine.A furry coil of sleeping cat,Where the canary sang . Another ...

A Year of Covid19. Empty vessels make most sound…and boy are we inundatedwith the blundering tomfoolery by the likes of Boris ...

  A Journey of the Mind. From the foothills of the Fragrant Slopes,Far from the algorithmsand the data governing me,I journey on ...

  I've no bus I've no bus to catch today.No cab to hail. No time to keep. Nothing to do at all. Nowhere to ...

Poems - 2020