As it’s Mothering Sunday it seemed fitting that this week’s poem should be dedicated to my mum.
This week’s poem, 52, Kemp Street: 1934 was inspired by a fellow MA Creative Writing student. He completed a presentation to the class on the subject and later showed me the street and house where it happened.
This week’s poem, Stratford Mums, was inspired from watching swans and cygnets on the River Avon back in 2015. It was first published in Sarasvati Magazine.
This week’s poem is Now and Then. It’s a little different to my others because I wrote it especially for Mum when she was ill. I’m sure a lot of the readers will be able to relate to it.
Water Harmony is Part III and the final part of Seagull Sequence. I hope you’ve enjoyed the sequence. The sequence was first published in Sarasvati, Indigo Dreams Publishing.
Invasion from Brighton is Part II in the Seagull Sequence. Part III next week.
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.
It was written around 2012 when I wrote a poetry sequence. This one is especially for Jan, founder of Oapschat.
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 is a poem I have written about the vast array of street entertainers.
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.
This is a poem I have written about wedding anniversary names given for different years of marriage.
The Gambler takes the form of a sonnet and was born during my first creative writing course with The Open University back in 2012.
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.
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.
Now it’s Over was inspired when working on an online blues poetry course with The Poetry School last year.
This poem was inspired by an exercise where I wasn’t allowed to use the letter ‘E.’ It’s not easy. Why not have a go yourself and see?
Identity Tags 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.
Magnificent Majesty was written during my Advanced Creative Writing module. This was my first attempt at a villanelle and illustrates Chopin’s Raindrop Prelude.
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.
Broken Bone in Bucuresti is based on a true experience of when I was out in Bucharest in March 2015 with my MA Creative Writing group.
Many of us enjoy puzzles, crposswords etc, here is a short poem which I hope you will enjoy reading.
Merry Christmas was my first attempt at a poem after I decided to take writing seriously, in 2009.
We all have our thoughts about Christmas, here is a short poem to share with you all. Happy Christmas!
I often think of autumn as the golden season, so many colours to see. Here is a poem I have written to share with you all.
Nights are drawing in, leaves are falling and conkers are being gathered. It can only mean autumn! Here are two poems I have written to share with you all.
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!
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.
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.
Old Tom The Catnip King, was written after observing our ‘Bonus’ cat, Jasper, sunning himself in the garden.
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 silly kid’s poem Clicking Gran, was my first attempt at poetry.
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.
Does your imagination ever run away with you?
It has been reported that, due to fly-tipping from a cannabis factory on a Swansea valley road, a flock of sheep were seen behaving a bit ‘odd.’
I am delighted to share my first poem for the website with you. I hope you enjoy reading it!
I wrote ‘At My Expense’ during the first days of the MPs expenses scandal in 2009.
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.
This is what my daughter read out for me at Doreen's funeral. I couldn’t do it myself so wrote a bit of an intro for her to introduce it.
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.
Two Poems - My Mistake (The Death Of Love) I Held You (Love Won Then Lost, But The Memories Live On)
Here are two poems which I hope you will enjoy.
In Dreams is the story of love gone wrong and a man’s realisation that he has used up all of his final, last chances.
Now that Spring has arrived, I hope you are amused by this poem. Both men and women who have read this have said "How did you know what my (my husband's) shed looked like. All I can say is I've been there!
Derek Coles and Norman Turner
I came across this 'song' in the Daily Express last Saturday 12th March. Jennifer has kindly allowed me to share it with you. The lyrics trip along quite nicely to the suitably cheery tune of My Favourite Things from The Sound Of Music. One. two, three.....
Here are three short autobiographical poems for you to read. I hope you enjoy them!
I've always been fascinated by the sea. I love the feeling of calmness that washes over me as I gaze at it from the shore or from the deck of a ship.
Here are three short poems to start off 2016. I hope you enjoy reading them.
I have recently put together a selection of my poems written over the last ten years or so. I am mostly selling these for our local Cancer Support Centre.The poems are mainly light hearted and I hope will amuse. The book entitled "PROSAITRY" is divided into various sections, one of which is Christmas so here is a one poem which might resonate with readers at this time of year.
Here is a humorous short poem to remind us of ageing!
A poem to share with you all. I hope you enjoy reading it!
Early in the week, for whatever reason...I received a couple of DOZEN requests to Skype men. Among them, THREE 'GENERALS'? a Deputy General...a 'Sir' and a doctor. Only two women made the same request. I have no intention of Skyping any of them...
Would you like to be a 'Time' Traveller? A poem I have written recalls previous eras.
We all remember that dreadful day on 11th September 2001. Here is a short poem I have written to share with you all.
A poem I would like to share with you.
Elizabeth Bailey has shared with us a poem that her mother wrote on July 6th 2015. She is 94 and stricken with Alzheimers.
This poem was meant for my greyhound friends, but applies to all rescued pets.
Snow Maidens, a Star and an unknown quantity - read on!
Three excellent poems from Joy: one about Spring, one about the gun and one about Charlotte Bronte.
We all need a cleaning fairy!! Here is a witty poem from Suzanne Eaton
Red feathers puffed against ice-crystal,
All is quiet.
White shivers across the grass,
As branches glisten in the morning light -
Don't Be Sad
Think not that I am happy in this parting we must share,
Although I'm not sad going don't think that I don't care,
Here are a couple of silly poems to lighten things up a bit!
"I was twelve in 1944 and had returned briefly from evacuation to be with Mum just before she had my third brother. Dear little Royce Kenneth was born in a London hospital and they kept Mum in for two weeks."
It was studying for an OU Diploma in Literature in Creative Writing five years ago, which rekindled my love of poetry, both of writing and reading it. I signed up for the course because I wanted to push myself beyond my usual comfort zone and whilst I've always dabbled with writing poetry, it had been a long time since I'd produced any for outside scrutiny. Although I've collected many volumes of poetry over the years, it was also an utter joy to have the opportunity to immerse myself in other writers' work.
I hope you enjoy reading one of my recent poems.
Old? What's Old? Not Me! - lighthearted poetry for the older generation!
A wisp of purple
Flashes in a practised bend,
As the twist of a nut-brown wrist
Unfurls and curls,
Plucking with a brisk tear,
The weeds that greedily encase the single flower
That seeks her nurture and care.