Proper Poetry

My mother told me I never should let a boy know I think he looks good. So now when I go to some boyband's gig, dressed up all sexy...

Poor kid ! He didn't deserve to die. That was too much. Just unlucky to crack his head on the ground when he was hit. Punched. Could ...

Just focus on the road ahead and glance the views on either side; no need to hurry but instead enjoy the experience of the ride. Respect...

The east wind cold but the March day dry and insistent light being dragged away, I straggled home from allotment hours and saw an event I...

Jammed in the crush at the disco exit and pressed against a pert young lady whose cleavage I'd admired all evening, I whispered to her h...

So often the means is more important than the end. Trying to achieve something absorbs our energy and fills our time no matter how trivial t...

I wrote a travelogue, studded with poems, infatuation, sense of duty, jokes. Then spent the next decade revising it just like them London...