Poetry

If there's one thing I've always enjoyed writing, it's some poetry. It's often therapeutic to write down your thoughts and channel the energies into something that others may enjoy over time. If you like what you see and wish to obtain some more, please use the contact me page to do so. Thank you.

The last five years' worth of poetry are archived below (apart from April 2021 and January 2024, no poems those months) which you can also check out:

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2024
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2022
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2020

Here's the poems for June 2025:

All Along The Cycle Superhighway

The road is painted blue
And clearly marked for you
It's the cycle superhighway
That means it's your way
To get to central London by bike
In whatever time you like
Because it's all sectioned off
No fumes of traffic to cough
Instead just other cyclists pedalling
Which means it is more thrilling
As you all share a green connection
Making time in central direction
The fresher air feels fine
The wind in your hair is divine
As the blue section carries on
With central London on the horizon.

(Having cycled a few of these around London, I have to say that it really does feel a better way to get around by bicycle and with like minded people meaning that it also feels a lot safer than someone hiring a Lime bike and not obeying the rules of the road...)

Shut The F*** Up

I am at gig that I've been looking forward to
With an acoustic guitar and singer songwriter too
Where the emphasis will be on their words
But nothing else makes me feel more blue
Than you get to the acts being on stage
Giving all they can in the name of their art
And there are people talking all the way through
As if their pub conversation is in here and just a start
It is highly disrespectful to those playing
And feels so ignorant of everyone else's wish
To hear the act playing so well and so they can hear
It makes me just want to go over and say shush
Because I want to hear the music I've come to see
Not about your insignicant entitled lives coming up
So please just be respectful and listen instead
And as Kristin Hersh may have sung, shut the f*** up.

(So in 50 Foot Wave's song Pneuma (written by Kristin Hersh) the main chorus part builds up until Kristin yells out "Shut the f*** up") which is exactly how I feel about those talking at a gig when the acts are performing. There are other places to chat sociably, or, get this, in between acts, rather than be so disrespectful. It's happened in the last two gigs as well, annoyingly.

A Long Walk Somewhat Spoiled

It is always nice to take a good long walk
And be able to see more of the countryside
With paths and ways that make everything easier
And a goal to aim for which keeps me onside
But if there's one thing that really does not help
And can lead to a source of small frustration
Is when people vandalise and remove waymarkers
Meaning it's harder to find that destination
Thankfully for one walk I have a guide with photos too
So I can be reassured where I need to be
But for many others, those waymarkers are vital
Giving you the sense of direction to roam freely
It can spoil a long walk for many if they are not sure
About which way that they need to go to be the right way
Double backing and adding so much to their time
All because someone wanted to have mischief today.

(A good walk relies on some waymarking so that you know the route to follow - some are good, others are just vandalised so much and it takes a special sort of someone to do so and spoil it for others..)

Sleeping Sometimes

I sometimes like awake in my bed
And wish I didn't have thoughts in my head
So many things whizzing around my mind
That really I'd want to switch off if I didn't mind
I feel the head hit the pillow and I try
But there is just something inside making me sigh
I try to just lay still for a period of time
But no matter what my sleep won't fall in line
I've shut all the blinds to make it really dark
All that does instead is make me hear the lark
It is so difficult with thoughts that I have here
Switching them all off so I can just sleep clear
With an eventual tiredness I do start to set in
But battling with this sometimes I cannot win
I just wish I could drop off straight away
Instead of constant thoughts of all sorts from today.

(I just wish sometimes I could sleep straight away and not spend ages thinking all the time..)

Scratchy Cat Haiku

I love Brian but
He wants to be left alone
Scratching at my arm.

(Brian the cat knows when he has had enough fussing and will attempting to scratch me if I mess about too much. He is the boss, you know!)