Proper Poetry

There's been a miscarriage of justice. Not some-one wrongly convicted but some-one wrongfully punished - not enough for the harm he infl...

Another Friday, rain pouring down; another night in this seaside town immersed in the usual disco pub and overwhelmed by this musical hub. I...

While driving along the dual carriageway I passed a lady in the cycle lane whose bike had a loaded luggage rack in front and panniers full b...

Hoping to stay together through many years companionship's worth more than sex. I value what's between your ears more than what'...

Sometimes at the Friday disco I really like just sitting and watching, with a pint of cider and a bar of chocolate, the same attractive lady...

Perhaps a stumble, some minor slip, the slightest fumble or loss of grip, something slippery or too well polished - whatever I'm holding...

Though ordinary, no kind of heart-throb, when young a romance was always possible. It's only now when I'm old and odd that I feel fo...