Following my separation time passed. I kept myself busy but others watching me were worried. I was not to know that until one day, a woman who had been watching started talking to me. We went for a cup of coffee then a drink at a bar. During our conversat...
At Sunset. The evening’s velvet darkening hue we sit and watch both me and you And as the sun it slowly sinks we watch it change the darkening pinks And as the night creeps slowly on It steals the light from the sinking sun The birds made their very last...
The Report This is the third poem in the series of 3 and has been written from the perspective of the parents of the young man who sort justice on his behalf. We wrote to police headquarters and we told the bloody lot How many police were crooked and we t...
As the reader may see from my prior posts, I went through a separation and a divorce. It was a shock to me so I tried to understand why. But each time I looked for an explanation I ran into a brick wall and even statements such as, "what did you do for th...
My previous poem, One To Four For Naught is a poem written following a marriage break-up. But life goes on and in time I met another woman. It was time to start a new life. This poem is written on what I would say to my ex when I realised that there is mo...
Introduction: The background to this is that after twenty years together with my partner I returned home one day after being away for a week on business to find an empty house. My partner of two decades had left without warning. The first three paragraphs...
Even though the youth who did the damage admitted to his crime, the situation was that supporters of the youth charged sought justice and obtained legal advice. The police hounded the youth night and day after that. The same young man but wiser now He’s f...
Some years ago where I lived a young man was charged with causing damage. The background is that everybody present at the time said that he was not the culprit. Because all the other youths left the scene, he was arrested. He was then told that if he didn...
As I sit here thinking I hear the rain fall down So gently on the rooftop There’s music in that sound I think of all the people That I’ve known throughout the years I hear their voices calling As I try to hold back tears I think of little Jessie With her...
