Just started working 9-5 for the first time in a year. Hard to get back to the daily grind after book-writing and poetry. Here’s my take on Week 1, with a bit of satirical humour thrown in for good measure ‘Prison’ It feels … Continue reading ‘Prison’
Well, well, well.
I was going to make this blog about emerging authors and how to make the most of your opportunities as a writer but I’ve erred in my mission. I posted a couple of poems of late and you guys seem to have enjoyed reading them so I thought, why not?
Why not keep it up? Why not post more? Why not treat you all to a little bit of what I’ve been up to of late? And I’ve been up to a few things of interest.
The second book is in manuscript form and I’ll drop in to post a few poems from it in the next few weeks. It’s been a real joy developing my poetry into something I think you’ll find to be a little more sophisticated than what you found in ‘Prism’. I’ve even taken to drawing. Faces.
And I’m here to tell you, don’t ever let anyone tell you ‘you can’t’. Can’t draw, can’t paint, can’t write. I used to think drawing was such a difficult task, but then I took a couple of lessons via my good friend Google and, lo and behold, the cartoonish drawings you find here accompanying my poetry have come from none other than yours truly.
See, it can be done. Even Van Gogh took a while to believe in himself.
Walk that extra mile if it means you’ll find belief, for it will set you free – and the world will truly be, colloquially speaking, your oyster.
A smile costs nothing but gives much. It enriches those who receive without making poorer those who give. It takes but a moment but the memory of it often lasts forever. None is so rich or mighty that they can get along without it, and none … Continue reading Smile
He rose above the helpless throng He was only one among a crowd He heard a calling, ’twas a song Timely, he could not disregard You’ve come to me for rationale You’ve come to me for saviour No-one else can take the stand You’ve come … Continue reading the path less travelled…
Night-time wouldn’t show itself Until Sunshine moved away Like a road-way that disappears in flood Like a child who will stray Night-time hid away God knows where Like a sock hides in a shoe Not wanting to come out and play Like when I … Continue reading Night-time