Poetry Please: Whispers

Whispers Amongst good friends, when troubles brew, Mind what you say, watch what you do. Resist the need to analyse The goings on in others’ lives And make quite sure that what you see Is not projected fallacy. As even with the best intention, Making thoughtful intervention Could so easily misplace What you perceive to be the case. Unfounded whispers distance friends And fractured words prove tough to mend. Who said what to whom should just Not be enough to earn your trust. Let rumours be and if in doubt, Leave those involved to work it out. (December 2012) Advertisements Continue reading Poetry Please: Whispers

Poetry Please: The Gift

The Gift I give you a house. The choice is yours. You can keep it clean and tidy Or, not – Living in perpetual mess and disorder. I give you a town. The choice is yours. The townsfolk could be happy In well-built houses with good jobs for all. Or not. Children could roam the streets, Wild and hungry, While disease runs rampant and depression spreads. I give you a country. The choice is yours. Rule it well, Gain power, money, Balance your cultural melting pot with enviable peace, Or – don’t. Watch your nation divide into a bloody civil … Continue reading Poetry Please: The Gift

Poetry Please: Friendship

Friendship Friends are warm comfort after a shock, Friends are the key that fits in the lock. Friends are fresh rains coming after a drought, Friends are the whisper instead of the shout. Friends are oases amidst desert sands, Friends are the pathways to faraway lands. Friends are the food source when famine is rife, Friends are protection, deflecting the knife. Friends are the hope when it seems there is none, Friends are what make two far better than one. Friends are the hand always helping you up, Friends are the saucer supporting the cup. Friends are the wishes that … Continue reading Poetry Please: Friendship

Poetry Please: The Dark

The Dark My bed becomes a spaceship, My floor the deep blue sea. Shadows fall And climb the walls, Like flames tormenting me. The ticking clock becomes a bomb Just waiting to explode. The cable to the Playstation, A spooky winding road. The windows, drawers And cupboard doors Are scary in the night – How different my room soon becomes When I switch off the light. (June 2002) Continue reading Poetry Please: The Dark

Poetry Please

It had been all quiet on the blog of late. Apologies to all (both) visitors – the occasional (Emma) or the avid (my Dad). All this writing-for-work malarky has done wonders for my professional motivation but has killed my blogs stone dead. So I’m returning with a new, hope-to-make regular, feature. Not long ago I found a spot of verse-writing a healthy vent for some of life’s more testing trials. I’m a habitual reader but poetry has never really floated my boat – still less have I written than read. That said, I recently found a therapeutic benefit in thrashing … Continue reading Poetry Please