For years I have bought notepads from Sainsbury’s to write my poems in. They are often on offer and great value for the budding poet. If you get it wrong you can just tear out a page and start again, (IF ONLY REAL LIFE WAS LIKE THAT) This little ditty was written some time ago,…
A poem written today which you may find strikes a cord. ANGST. I think I’ve got too old for Angst it’s a youthful mans condition, too much angst can put you in a compromised position. It’s OK to be angry, and I can be that at times, but angst will tend to tempt you to…
It is good to make something unique, particularly if it can be of use every day. The artist needs to be brave enough to make a personal statement, and one like my bench is a way of sharing my aesthetic preferences and decisions in a direct way. Hope you like it. G
As a late night person, if you are one too, you may relate to the sentiments expressed in this poem. SNORING Life is so precious and each moment counts, each second could be the best, it’s just a pity we sleep at all but they tell me the brain needs rest, they say that the…
To publish this last picture ‘together with text’, took about two hours! I am obviously not entirely adept at blogging yet! So I will give you a separate blog of my thoughts on the piece ( Urban Junkies ). The image is a collage made up from magazine pictures and other publications in 2012, part…
I visited Singapore in 2008 and the gulf between the have and have-nots was very evident. It struck me that this was a country hanging on to its Imperial heritage and that a shift of power was needed to give the populace a voice. This poem talks about the conundrum that Singapore faces. SINGAPORE Nothing’s…
I visited the RA Summer Show in London today. My first impressions were that painting is definitely back. The RA show went through a period when painting didn’t get much of a look in and conceptual work was rife, with form over substance playing a rather negative part. Some rooms were hung well this year…
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…
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