Tag Archives: poetry

Verse Or Worse

I blame Robbie Cheadle. Something she wrote anyway. You couldn’t blame Robbie per se. Far too nice. The thing is she started me thinking about poetry. My poetry. Writing prose is a joy but often writing poetry is hard. Really … Continue reading

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Christmas (After Betjemen) #poem #poetry

I have been rewriting some of the Nation’s favourite poems (I take the first line, and after that anything goes) and this one, based on Sir John Betjeman’s Christmas (no. 70 in the BBC’s top 100) is for those of you struggling to make … Continue reading

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A Poem. Sort Of.

This appeared as a guest thingy by me on Sally Cronin’s blog last Sunday. Some of you my nit have seen it. Shame on you but still, here it is. It’s another one of those ‘ruin a good poem’ ideas … Continue reading

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The Way Of Life #writephoto #robertfrost

In my continuing series of famous poems loved by the BBC’s listeners and ruined by me we reach Robert Frost and The Road Not Taken. I have also utilized Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt Two Roads Two roads diverged in a yellow … Continue reading

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Bloody Men #rewrittenpoetry #poem

As part of my rewriting the Nation’s Favourite Poems utilising the first line, I’ve now reached, admittedly using  random device called page flicking, ‘Bloody Men’by Wendy Cope. Now, I’m an old guy with no pretentions to a strong feminine side … Continue reading

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Creeping Privilege: The Insiduousness Of Expectation

I was ushered past a line today. No face turned away in digust No one waved, acknowledged me. They just accepted it. As another status quo, Another suck it up day. Doors held, nods Gazes deferred. All for me. It’s … Continue reading

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Garden Lore

Odd this. I was weeding the garden and this chap popped out of a geranium. He was a bit muddy, blinked a bit. ’Oh. Can you see me?’ ‘I can see a lizard. Are you…?’ ‘Lizard?’ ‘Not a lizard?’ ‘Pfft. … Continue reading

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