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Dreams and Wishes

“If wishes were horses, beggars would ride” Nursery rhyme Eyes flicker - on waking to a world basking in truth and humility The toast doesn’t burn The washing machine has defeated death The house preens and sparkles The kids bring... Continue Reading →

Without Words

Were they not words that created the world? But for words, our world would be as silent as the grave and darkness would still hover over the deep where the nights are not dark enough How would the vision be... Continue Reading →

Texts and The City

If I were to choose a holiday it would not be in yet another city -because already, I live in one so busy Lights...horns.... and vacant faces -everyone in a hurry and going places I’d choose a land without technology... Continue Reading →

The House in the Village

The last time I visited my father’s house   -the one he built in the village as his lasting legacy, it had morphed from a once-majestic monument- into a decaying husk of rubble. Covering my mouth as I walked the rooms... Continue Reading →

The Moment

I've been putting together selected poems from my blog, as well as adding some new ones in my forthcoming book, 'Becoming Ink'. This poem fitted the prompt of 'The Moment'. This is a poem reflecting 'the last straw'- as it... Continue Reading →

Saints and Sinners

To those who have been promised tomorrow and throw caution to the wind today and have not learned the lessons of yesterday How do you do it? For those who have hidden their nightmares better than others -leaving them free... Continue Reading →

Christmas- the Consumer

The Christmas spirit travels to and fro from browser to browser seeking wallets, purse and bank accounts to enter It worms its way through hungry eyes fooling its victims with its tinsel disguise Christmas oh Christmas -show me where you... Continue Reading →

Falling …. And Rising

. "The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." -Nelson Mandela Though the graveyards are full and the city dumps are full and my mind is so full that thoughts cause... Continue Reading →

Find Yourself

This is a style of poetry after the poet, Wendy Cope from  ‘The Uncertainty of the Poet’. It was strange to do, but interesting.   Only when you find yourself   do you begin to grow Only when you grow do... Continue Reading →

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