This week’s poem, Sky Ballet was inspired by the starling murmuration I witnessed over the M40 in October 2016. It’s one magnificent sight and my photograph doesn’t do it justice.
This week’s poem is Now and Then. It’s a little different to my others because I wrote it especially for Mum when she was ill. I’m sure a lot of the readers will be able to relate to it.
‘Here’s my TV memories poem. I hope it brings back some memories for you too?’
Wrong Turn is the first part of Seagull Sequence which I wrote when watching my local lake over three consecutive weeks. It was first published by Sarasvati magazine earlier this year. Part II next week.
Costume Project was inspired by a sewing group at my local Victorian park. It is taken from my collection ‘In a Delightful Country’ which I hope to publish later this year. Costume Project was published in Reach Magazine, Indigo Dreams Publishing, February 2017.
Farmyard Fugue is a jargon poem. It was inspired from an exercise taking jargon from one subject and using in another. I think you should be able to spot easily enough which two subjects I used. It was great fun. Farmyard Fugue was first published by Reach Magazine in February 2017.
This week’s poem, Grandad’s Garden, was inspired by a poetry workshop run by Alison Chisholm at Swanwick in August. Alison gave each participant a pinecone to study. Grandad’s Garden recently won first prize (Student Category) in the Brighton and Hove Arts Council Poetry Festival Contest and I was presented my cheque by the poet Laureate herself, Carol Ann Duffy. Quite an evening.
To cheer us all up in this cold weather, I thought it would be nice to look ahead to spring. Spring Garden was first published Spring Poetry, Brian Wrixon Books in 2014.
This week’s poem is written in the form of a sestina. I love this form as it takes me to places I wouldn’t normally go. On the Green was first published by Forward Poetry (2014)
Poetry in the Park was inspired by my Poet Residency at Worth Park, a local Victorian park that’s received money from the Heritage Lottery Fund to restore to its former Victorian beauty. Poetry in the Park was first published in May 2017 by Reach Magazine, Indigo Dreams.
This week’s poem, Ode to Croquet, was written especially for the captains of the croquet team at Worth park, Crawley, Sussex, where I completed my writing residency last year.
Back in June 2017, I shared Broken Bone in Bucuresti, written around 18 months after my accident in Bucharest. Today I’d like to share Operation Bucharest which began its life while I was being operated on, awake, as I had a spinal anaesthetic. I’d be interested in comments regarding the difference between the two poems.
Dedicated to all those who have made the ultimate sacrifice in the defence of their country with love and great respect from a grateful nation.
This week’s poem is a bit of light-hearted fun and an appropriate time to post as Wednesday 25th October 2017 was World Pasta Day. They seem to have a special day for everything these days. Pasta À la Carte was inspired by a photo prompt when I was doing a poetry challenge a couple of years ago. I hope it makes you laugh.
I was prompted to write On a Street Near You after seeing the volume of homeless people huddled up in doorways, in Brighton, but it’s not just happening in Brighton, it’s happening on a street near us all. On a Street Near You was first published earlier this year by Liverpool Anthology to help raise awareness of homelessness.
This poem is quite special. It began its journey in 2007 after I watched my mum sleeping in hospital when she was seriously ill. Although she never fully recovered we managed seven more years together before she died. I dedicate this poem to my mum as it would be her 85th birthday on Thursday, 19th October, 2017.
An OAPSchat member has written this moving poem for World Mental Health Day 2017 and wishes to remain anonymous. My thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Ides of March originated from an exercise at the start of my creative writing course with the Open University. It’s a bit of fun and I hope you enjoy it.
Do you remember your first love? I remember mine clearly. I was fifteen and when we broke up I thought my world had ended. First Love was inspired by these memories which were prompted when completing the Blues Studio Poetry Workshop with the Poetry School last year.
At the time of the year when everyone’s thinking about getting fit and losing weight, Fitness Fanatic makes light of the subject. I hope it makes you laugh.
Morning Mist is based on using the pattern of Philip Larkin’s Days i.e. short lines, almost the same syllables and a ten line stanza.
This week’s poem was inspired by a prompt ‘using purple.’
Dance with Me is from my collection of poetry using the theme of Lost Identity.
After my mum died in 2014 I felt like I’d lost my identity. I therefore explored a lost identity theme in my poetry and came up with a collection of fictional poems, Recognition is the first. This poem was first published in Reach Magazine (Indigo Dreams Publishing) in Issue #209.
Explosive Chocolate is for the chocoholics, which includes me. I love the little mines.
Rapture, began from a photo prompt. It was first published by Reach (Indigo Dreams Publishing) Issue #214
For this week’s poem, I thought I’d opt for a fun one. How to give birth to an alien was first published in Ink Pantry’s Fields of Words in 2013. It originated from a creative writing exercise in 2011 when I was studying with the Open University.
This poem was first published in Reach magazine (Indigo Dreams Publishing) Issue 212.
Now that summer is (almost) officially here, I would like to share a poem with all of you.
Winter Walk is a poem I wrote for the poetry assignment on the Open University Advanced Creative Writing course.
One Christmas, in my dark and distant past, I was chatting to a friend about the gifts I used to receive when I was a child.
I hope you like my latest humorous poem!
Here is a poem I have written to share with you all about the state of UK post these days!
Autumn is nearly upon us and here is a poem I have written to share with all of you.
Our good friend Sharon Boothroyd has written a poem to share with us all. We have all seen shops on the high street change over the years, but one still remains the same. Read on and you will find out!
I have a school friend visiting me and I thought she’d like to see our old school magazines.
The Unwelcome Guest is a big departure from my usual, pithy, throwaway poems. It was written after having the Pogues song, A Pair of Brown Eyes, as an ear worm for about a week. Strangely the ear worm vanished the same day as the poem was written.
It's a shock to realise you are a septuagenarian - how can that have happened?
The Wrong End of the Stick, is a short poem I wrote after observing a group of people from an office down south, attending one of those idiotic bonding weekends based at a hotel in Nottingham.
The Seat on the Hill was my first, and last attempt at writing an old fashioned ballad.
I’m not a poet but this was written from the heart and with much love for my little miracle 1 1/2lb (680g) Grandson …
My poem, The Weather Girls was written after I had seen a rerun of the hapless Michael Fish’s unforgettable 1987 weather forecast, where he promised a lady who had phoned in, and the rest of the country, that the hurricane hurtling towards us, would miss by a distance and flatten France instead.
My poem, Hard Times, is about recession. I wrote it during the awful Credit Crunch of 2009.
My poem, The Delivery Man, is only partly autobiographical.
My poem, Father’s Day, was hatched after a beery conversation in the pub with a few male drinking friends, one of which, (after a few pints,) shyly exposed his brand new pair of Homer Simpson socks.
My short poem, A Grain of Truth, was written for a humorous verse competition on a writer’s website I belonged to at the time.
Celebrity Rules is a poem about the ridiculous celebrity culture that we have allowed to proliferate over the past thirty years.
My poem, Swine flu, was written at the height of the epidemic in 2010.
My poem, The Barbershop Quartet, was written soon after I’d published a short, Al Capone, gangster era story called the 2nd St Valentine’s Day Massacre.
My wifes friend at work was going on about how her hubby could make up a poem out of anything. My wife, not to be outdone, said I could too. So I was set a challenge, to come up with a poem that contained two statements of fact.
A certain person was annoying me, so ladies, I wrote this little ditty about some of the men in our lives, Bless 'em(not)
Mentally strolling down memory lane while writing my memoir My Gentle War, I thought of all the fun I had rummaging in Grandma Havard's 'clothes box' as a six/seven year-old.
Two Poems - My Mistake (The Death Of Love) I Held You (Love Won Then Lost, But The Memories Live On)
Here are two poems which I hope you will enjoy.
Winter has now ended and Spring has sprung! I hope you enjoy my latest poem.
Now that Spring has arrived, I hope you are amused by this poem. Both men and women who have read this have said "How did you know what my (my husband's) shed looked like. All I can say is I've been there!
Derek Coles and Norman Turner
I came across this 'song' in the Daily Express last Saturday 12th March. Jennifer has kindly allowed me to share it with you. The lyrics trip along quite nicely to the suitably cheery tune of My Favourite Things from The Sound Of Music. One. two, three.....
Here are three short autobiographical poems for you to read. I hope you enjoy them!
On Monday we said our final goodbyes to Tom’s mum, Rita, who died at the end of January after what had been a very distressing four months.
Here are three short poems to start off 2016. I hope you enjoy reading them.
I have recently put together a selection of my poems written over the last ten years or so. I am mostly selling these for our local Cancer Support Centre.The poems are mainly light hearted and I hope will amuse. The book entitled "PROSAITRY" is divided into various sections, one of which is Christmas so here is a one poem which might resonate with readers at this time of year.
A short poem for you all. Hope you enjoy reading it!
Autumn is a beautiful time of the year. Scenes to teasure. A short poem as autumn is slowly turning to Winter
We all want to be happy don't we? I hope you enjoy the poem I have written.
Early in the week, for whatever reason...I received a couple of DOZEN requests to Skype men. Among them, THREE 'GENERALS'? a Deputy General...a 'Sir' and a doctor. Only two women made the same request. I have no intention of Skyping any of them...
We all have two faces don't we?? I have written a short poem to share with you all.
We all have photos stored in boxes that recall happy, sad, eventful times. Here is a short poem I have written.
A poem I have just written, rather apt in the current climate.
Here is a sad poem for all feline lovers out there.
This poem was meant for my greyhound friends, but applies to all rescued pets.
Snow Maidens, a Star and an unknown quantity - read on!
Three excellent poems from Joy: one about Spring, one about the gun and one about Charlotte Bronte.
You listen when I have something to say
You care when things don't go my way
You mind when people taint my name
And always feel my pain....
Here is a lovely poem to remind us of balmy autumn days.
Don't Be Sad
Think not that I am happy in this parting we must share,
Although I'm not sad going don't think that I don't care,
"I was twelve in 1944 and had returned briefly from evacuation to be with Mum just before she had my third brother. Dear little Royce Kenneth was born in a London hospital and they kept Mum in for two weeks."
It was studying for an OU Diploma in Literature in Creative Writing five years ago, which rekindled my love of poetry, both of writing and reading it. I signed up for the course because I wanted to push myself beyond my usual comfort zone and whilst I've always dabbled with writing poetry, it had been a long time since I'd produced any for outside scrutiny. Although I've collected many volumes of poetry over the years, it was also an utter joy to have the opportunity to immerse myself in other writers' work.
I hope you enjoy reading one of my recent poems.
Old? What's Old? Not Me! - lighthearted poetry for the older generation!
A wisp of purple
Flashes in a practised bend,
As the twist of a nut-brown wrist
Unfurls and curls,
Plucking with a brisk tear,
The weeds that greedily encase the single flower
That seeks her nurture and care.