The following are song lyrics, so not strictly poetry, though in writing song lyrics I hope to do so with poetic licence. Are you disillusioned with the nonsense that pop artists and indie bands sing about. For me music is about expression in the same way as poetry.

Demi Gods and Hungry Ghosts is a buddhist expression related to power-hungry policitians (demi-gods) and manipulative businessmen who are so greedy they prey on consumers like vultures (Hungry ghosts). We are confronted (more…)

’Children In The Garden.’

By Mik Smith

They played together in the garden and they were happy.

Everything so fresh and exciting; too young and innocent to have an awareness of wrong.

They chased one another and laughed.

He smiled, she sang.

It did not matter about the time; afternoon, morning, evening.

The air was warm on their skin and their laughter was like silver bells.

The boy and the girl.

The light was gentle; burning amber.

And the breeze (more…)

During the recent snowy spell there has been too much negativity in the media. I was inspired to write a poem about one of the many fine aspects of this wonderful Wintery weather, but I guess if you are not on ski holidays it is sometimes easy to forget the charm. The snow has gone for now, but the weather forecasts say that it may return. I am keeping my fingers crossed, and after reading my poem then you may (more…)

If you have got even a vague interest in art then this blog is worth having a look at. There are two really interesting posts on it about contemporary artists from south Asia. You don’t often get to hear about what style of pictures are being done in India or Pakistan so this makes very welcome reading.

There are also a good variety of other posts on here which should be investigated. These include one about the spray paint pictures (more…)

What follows is a poem I wrote when I was in love a long, long, long time ago. Like a lifetime ago. And I was in love. But things changed. Life moved on and I grew up. I realised he wasn’t actually a very nice person. So I left. But at the time the poem represented how I thought I felt. I still find it powerful. It still reflects how I feel when I am in love with another person. (more…)

So many have been written

We’ve heard them all before

Quaint tales of words quite rhyming

Or emotion a writer insisted to pour

“So what is in this poem?” I say

What topic shall we endure?

Perhaps its time to write a poem

A Poem Like None Before

I step out from behind the crowd

In first person I declare

This poem was meant to bring attention

To how much I really care

Three steps apart for many years

Most (more…)

Tyne Cot - the poem.

You graves that line this placid place Engulfed by trees and green, Remind me of a time that in reality I have never seen. But studied once with great intense
When I was just a lad.
I now I stand
Grave on grave.
The air is thick and sad.
An overwhelming sense of grief For the boys who fought in the war.
Not pride for my country Or ‘Good work chaps!’
Just questions..
‘Why?’
‘What (more…)

We’ve just decided to move and only got a new puppy last week too so I’ve been up to my eyeballs trying to sort out dog insurance as well as sell my property! Crazy I know, but sometimes you can’t time these things. The puppy was supposed to come once we’d moved, but the one we wanted was cheaper than anywhere else and we knew we couldn’t get the same one for that price anywhere else since she’s such (more…)