The Fog
The fog in the room, spirits collecting I thought my eyes were foggy then I realised what I had seen the gathering the final time, in early morning not aware…
MORE POEMS FOR OUR EPIC POETRY ARCHIVE
No Man’s Land No Man’s Land it all is from now to wherever no man will ever rule again, waiting for those chosen and those left and those chosen they…
no I am not a brexiteer but a visionary
There is an urgent need to have public works programmes, one, monorail systems on current motorways using current terminal hubs, two properly organised safe new cycle tracks Leeds for example…
Good GRACIOUS YET MORE POETIC WRITINGS
The Day The Wind Spoke The day the wind spoke, stillness availed walking in the ancient Turkers Wood, majesty arose to the heights among older trees. They were reaching the…
Upon the river bank in the manner of the bard
Th’re wast upon the riv’r bank a pile of soil transmut’d if ‘t be true thee wouldst indulge me, into a heapeth of emotion laying within. T wast a warmeth…