Category Archives: poems

The Old Road (with random pictures…) #dad’spoems

I thought, to be different I’d offer another of my father’s epic poems for you, interspersed with some pictures from Crystal Palace Park. There’s no obvious link, just I rather enjoy both. The Old Road (A Tale Of The New … Continue reading

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What Is A Poem? Is it about the words?

Scamming Grammar I’ve always hated grammar So imagine my surprise When suddenly last summer I came across this prize A message in a bottle That really made me frown It forced my stops to glottel And turned my verbs to … Continue reading

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What Is A Poem? A rhyme, a meter or none of the above?

What Makes a Good Poem?   How do you know when you’ve penned a good poem? Is it better for the use of a metaphor? What about imagery without simile? Would it be neater with one simple meter? Is it … Continue reading

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In Flanders Fields

  Three years ago a display of ceramic poppies filled the moat at the Tower of London. I took some pictures and then the Archaeologist recited possibly the most powerful WW1 poem and sent me the link. It’s attached below … Continue reading

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Cabbages and Kinks #poetry #health

Ok so it’s chard not cabbage but it is green, it’s healthy and full of vitamins and grows easily in our South London micro climate. But I don’t eat enough. Greens. Never really did. The Archaeologist, contrarian that he was, … Continue reading

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Mothery update

Regular readers will know I have been keeping an eye on the moths visiting my garden. They come in all shapes and sizes and, frankly, are often jewels of nature with subtle colour shifts. Often as not the difference between a … Continue reading

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Of geese and coffee cups #poem #poetry

I inhabit a space Between The Unknown And The Misunderstood. In a continuum Of blinks Only one matters. All past blinks are as one; All future blinks are but practice dreams. The one that matters Is the twitch of a … Continue reading

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