Wrong Turn is the first part of Seagull Sequence which I wrote when watching my local lake over three consecutive weeks. It was first published by Sarasvati magazine earlier this year. Part II next week.
Costume Project was inspired by a sewing group at my local Victorian park. It is taken from my collection ‘In a Delightful Country’ which I hope to publish later this year. Costume Project was published in Reach Magazine, Indigo Dreams Publishing, February 2017.
Farmyard Fugue is a jargon poem. It was inspired from an exercise taking jargon from one subject and using in another. I think you should be able to spot easily enough which two subjects I used. It was great fun. Farmyard Fugue was first published by Reach Magazine in February 2017.
This week’s poem, Grandad’s Garden, was inspired by a poetry workshop run by Alison Chisholm at Swanwick in August. Alison gave each participant a pinecone to study. Grandad’s Garden recently won first prize (Student Category) in the Brighton and Hove Arts Council Poetry Festival Contest and I was presented my cheque by the poet Laureate herself, Carol Ann Duffy. Quite an evening.
To cheer us all up in this cold weather, I thought it would be nice to look ahead to spring. Spring Garden was first published Spring Poetry, Brian Wrixon Books in 2014.
This week’s poem is written in the form of a sestina. I love this form as it takes me to places I wouldn’t normally go. On the Green was first published by Forward Poetry (2014)
Poetry in the Park was inspired by my Poet Residency at Worth Park, a local Victorian park that’s received money from the Heritage Lottery Fund to restore to its former Victorian beauty. Poetry in the Park was first published in May 2017 by Reach Magazine, Indigo Dreams.
This week’s poem, Ode to Croquet, was written especially for the captains of the croquet team at Worth park, Crawley, Sussex, where I completed my writing residency last year.
Back in June 2017, I shared Broken Bone in Bucuresti, written around 18 months after my accident in Bucharest. Today I’d like to share Operation Bucharest which began its life while I was being operated on, awake, as I had a spinal anaesthetic. I’d be interested in comments regarding the difference between the two poems.
Dedicated to all those who have made the ultimate sacrifice in the defence of their country with love and great respect from a grateful nation.
This week’s poem is a bit of light-hearted fun and an appropriate time to post as Wednesday 25th October 2017 was World Pasta Day. They seem to have a special day for everything these days. Pasta À la Carte was inspired by a photo prompt when I was doing a poetry challenge a couple of years ago. I hope it makes you laugh.
I was prompted to write On a Street Near You after seeing the volume of homeless people huddled up in doorways, in Brighton, but it’s not just happening in Brighton, it’s happening on a street near us all. On a Street Near You was first published earlier this year by Liverpool Anthology to help raise awareness of homelessness.
This poem is quite special. It began its journey in 2007 after I watched my mum sleeping in hospital when she was seriously ill. Although she never fully recovered we managed seven more years together before she died. I dedicate this poem to my mum as it would be her 85th birthday on Thursday, 19th October, 2017.
An OAPSchat member has written this moving poem for World Mental Health Day 2017 and wishes to remain anonymous. My thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Ides of March originated from an exercise at the start of my creative writing course with the Open University. It’s a bit of fun and I hope you enjoy it.
Do you remember your first love? I remember mine clearly. I was fifteen and when we broke up I thought my world had ended. First Love was inspired by these memories which were prompted when completing the Blues Studio Poetry Workshop with the Poetry School last year.
At the time of the year when everyone’s thinking about getting fit and losing weight, Fitness Fanatic makes light of the subject. I hope it makes you laugh.
Morning Mist is based on using the pattern of Philip Larkin’s Days i.e. short lines, almost the same syllables and a ten line stanza.
This week’s poem was inspired by a prompt ‘using purple.’
Dance with Me is from my collection of poetry using the theme of Lost Identity.
After my mum died in 2014 I felt like I’d lost my identity. I therefore explored a lost identity theme in my poetry and came up with a collection of fictional poems, Recognition is the first. This poem was first published in Reach Magazine (Indigo Dreams Publishing) in Issue #209.
Explosive Chocolate is for the chocoholics, which includes me. I love the little mines.
Rapture, began from a photo prompt. It was first published by Reach (Indigo Dreams Publishing) Issue #214
For this week’s poem, I thought I’d opt for a fun one. How to give birth to an alien was first published in Ink Pantry’s Fields of Words in 2013. It originated from a creative writing exercise in 2011 when I was studying with the Open University.
This poem was first published in Reach magazine (Indigo Dreams Publishing) Issue 212.
Now that summer is (almost) officially here, I would like to share a poem with all of you.
Winter Walk is a poem I wrote for the poetry assignment on the Open University Advanced Creative Writing course.
One Christmas, in my dark and distant past, I was chatting to a friend about the gifts I used to receive when I was a child.
I hope you like my latest humorous poem!
Here is a poem I have written to share with you all about the state of UK post these days!
Autumn is nearly upon us and here is a poem I have written to share with all of you.
Our good friend Sharon Boothroyd has written a poem to share with us all. We have all seen shops on the high street change over the years, but one still remains the same. Read on and you will find out!
I have a school friend visiting me and I thought she’d like to see our old school magazines.
The Unwelcome Guest is a big departure from my usual, pithy, throwaway poems. It was written after having the Pogues song, A Pair of Brown Eyes, as an ear worm for about a week. Strangely the ear worm vanished the same day as the poem was written.
It's a shock to realise you are a septuagenarian - how can that have happened?
The Wrong End of the Stick, is a short poem I wrote after observing a group of people from an office down south, attending one of those idiotic bonding weekends based at a hotel in Nottingham.
The Seat on the Hill was my first, and last attempt at writing an old fashioned ballad.
I’m not a poet but this was written from the heart and with much love for my little miracle 1 1/2lb (680g) Grandson …
My poem, The Weather Girls was written after I had seen a rerun of the hapless Michael Fish’s unforgettable 1987 weather forecast, where he promised a lady who had phoned in, and the rest of the country, that the hurricane hurtling towards us, would miss by a distance and flatten France instead.
My poem, Hard Times, is about recession. I wrote it during the awful Credit Crunch of 2009.
My poem, The Delivery Man, is only partly autobiographical.
My poem, Father’s Day, was hatched after a beery conversation in the pub with a few male drinking friends, one of which, (after a few pints,) shyly exposed his brand new pair of Homer Simpson socks.
My short poem, A Grain of Truth, was written for a humorous verse competition on a writer’s website I belonged to at the time.
Celebrity Rules is a poem about the ridiculous celebrity culture that we have allowed to proliferate over the past thirty years.
My poem, Swine flu, was written at the height of the epidemic in 2010.
My poem, The Barbershop Quartet, was written soon after I’d published a short, Al Capone, gangster era story called the 2nd St Valentine’s Day Massacre.
My wifes friend at work was going on about how her hubby could make up a poem out of anything. My wife, not to be outdone, said I could too. So I was set a challenge, to come up with a poem that contained two statements of fact.
A certain person was annoying me, so ladies, I wrote this little ditty about some of the men in our lives, Bless 'em(not)
Mentally strolling down memory lane while writing my memoir My Gentle War, I thought of all the fun I had rummaging in Grandma Havard's 'clothes box' as a six/seven year-old.
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