Proper Poetry

The old Two Ronnies class-ic sketch was visual and verbal from posh through proper to poor wretch light-hearted more than hurtful. But words...

We have to accept dying; we hope to avoid pain.

Is the glass half full or is it half empty ? It depends of course on how well you cope. Even one third full and two thirds empty leaves t...

Tired I rest at the top of the plots above the roofs of the bordering houses and watch the crowded clouds slide by. A straggled flight of st...

I wish I could play an instrument, piano preferably, but I've been too busy trying to write eternal poetry. With a smidgeon of music...

A flat infinity of stunted bushes like skeletons of thin black bones; a crewcut fringing bald pates of boulders riskily pallid in the sun;...

I don't answer women that ask my age vainly hoping they'll think me younger and most times they're unable to gauge it accurat...