When we meet at the crossroads where our fates collide It’s an accident waiting to happen, When the truth hits home and the time is right will we stand up to be counted or get sat on? When the sound of silence takes a working lunch will we play the field and be as pleased…

You need days when you feel you’re going nowhere to make the days when you feel you’re going somewhere feel great.

Nowadays everything we do is on some file somewhere, our identity is increasingly compromised and our privacy constantly eroded. Big Brother is out to get us! This poem, written in May 2006 is a warning to us all. THE FILING POLICE The filing police are nasty the filing police are bad the filing police will…

I am a painter of pictures. Every Art form has an element of self indulgence, it can provide the artist with a means of escape from the pain of life, but paradoxically it can reveal and increase our ability to be humane and liberate the collective soul. This poem written in 2006 is about that. WHEN…

This is my blog. Hope you find it interesting. F G Davis