Category Archives: Poems

Some of the many poems I write about my own personal experiences of people and life

Holocaust

Holocaust The darkness descended, The candle flame shone bright, A flame of light and remembrance Illuminating the people gathered round, The wax candle itself represents the millions slaughtered, The melting wax the tears of the bereaved, The wick our unending … Continue reading

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Cinema of Yesteryear

I remember when the cinemas lined every city street, The Lido and the Odeon, Arcadia and the Grand, The commissionaire was stood outside, in peaked hat and big greatcoat, Though what exactly was his job? he very rarely spoke, The … Continue reading

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Smartphone Zombie

Walking down the street one day I spied an apparition, For a man appeared in a daze, with no sign of inhibition, His concentration total, of surroundings unaware, His eyes were on his smartphone screen, as though in silent prayer, … Continue reading

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Christmas Gifts

We all give gifts at Christmas time, but do spend too much? The season is not all about the cost of things and such, We surely can give presents, that do not cost at all If we just think about … Continue reading

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Christmas Time

Advent candles, Christmas cards, angel atop the tree, Turkey, Sprouts and stuffing a feast, for you and me, Christmas pud and brandy sauce, and a drink or two at least, All go towards the yuletide joy, that fills our hearts … Continue reading

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THe Repair Shop

one of my favourite programmes on the BBC is The Repair Shop this is my ode to that show The Repair Shop There is a programme on the BBC, where we bring our treasured things, And experts in their chosen … Continue reading

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christmas poem 2019

Symbols of advent are all around, cards in shops, joyous sounds, People are crowding in markets and stores, Buying the presents which tradition ensures, Whilst on the streets of the city, the homeless are there, Some drugged or drunk or … Continue reading

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