Poems About: JULY

Down in the hollow there’s the whole Brigade
Camped in four groups: through twilight falling slow
I hear a sound of mouth-organs, ill-played,
And murmur of voices, gruff, confused, and low. read more »

First, April, she with mellow showers
Opens the way for early flowers;
Then after her comes smiling May,
In a more rich and sweet array; read more »

I'm a Big Girl
Yes, it's true read more »

Being a kid has its perks.
Like shooting off fireworks.
Watching fireworks is loads of fun.
We celebrate the independence we won. read more »

A Poet once, a Poet twice,
A Poet more I willll be,
To publicise my views and thoughts
For you and All to see. read more »

Morose and sad feelings have I today,
They are expected of me, read more »

We see, like crooked fingers on a hand,
The twigs and branches, bare against the sky,
A melancholy sight to meet the eye,
When winter's grip has paralysed the land, read more »

There is no place for me, no sanctuary
‘Mongst you, my friends, there’s nothing to relate us
Two worlds, divided by a deep hiatus,
We stand apart till perpetuity, read more »

Dedicated to The Eye Unit at Addenbrookes Hospital, Cambridge, U.K.

I had two hours sleep,
And two hours more, read more »

You and I are like raindrops on glass -
Two separate droplets haltingly moving
down a window pane following a summer storm. read more »

i wish i had your heart
i wish i could see what you see

amidst your serenity read more »

The dark young man
with the curls of the Maghreb
is in an altercation
with the ghost read more »