Poetry Palace

That long-held sax note- divine makes my soul jus drift away  smoke, booze, horse, Then the girls. Sum o’them, think agen man, the flash…

A Poem

A poem

A Poem

Breeding feathers once valued more than gold

A Poem

But walking and riding happen anyway

The best of us British fell on the Somme, Verdun, Passchendaele, Our luckier cousins had long ago set off across the broad Atlantic…

A Poem

A Poem

The musings are limitless

In A. D. 634 they slaughtered thousands of Christians in Syria. Monasteries were ransacked and the monastics and the people were put to…

The bandwagon poem I didn't think I'd write…

Crimson tides peruse the orange sunset, waiting for the calls of great horned owls, the appearance of grey wolves, the symphony, night…

A golden shovel poem, after Theodore Tilton

Yeah, I were a soldier me, constantly, for years, still am now I’m on me arse. All these gobshites with their feckin poppies. I see…

(a continuing genocide)

Where are we now?

Life, redirected.

with mask on your face

A Never Ending Poem, poem

I travel to a place of ugly trees to hear the spirit Cactus Father talk about how to create world peace

Vasily Grigoryevich Zaytsev was a Soviet sniper during World War II. Between 10 November 1942 and 17 December 1942, during the Battle of…