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I was born in England, brought up in South Africa, moved back to my base in England then travelled much in Asia and Africa. Keen on maths,science and all manner of literature; brain slowly moving right hemisphere-wards in middle age. I'm an anarchist at heart.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reflections on success, struggle, and happiness: 15 of 298
The Man Who Met HimselfComing HomeHe was an old manRundownMoth eatenAnd probably headedFor the waste land at the old docksWhere the winos light their firesAnd hang out in the sheds.I was young and arrogantFull of myselfI went to the partiesAnd danced withThe most beautiful girls in townI remember a big moon hanging over the b... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's journey: 35 of 307
The AngelThere's an AngelThat dwells hereabout;I saw him late one nightDrifting by the reed-bedWith a lonely lantern light.I heard his voiceFar off;A low and gathering soundThat set the world shakingAs it echoed to the ground.Then I saw him dancingOn the surface of the lake;And his long fingers beckoned meWill you join the da... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 64 of 386
They sit in the corner of the cafeFace to face.She remembers -When all it took was a smileA coquettish lift of the headA smouldering eyeA touch..He sees himselfReflected in his once silver spoonBeside the bitter coffeeOn the worn out table.Together they ride the memoriesOf careless youth and beautyTo a far sideWhere the eye n... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Regret: 2 of 10
Ugly Man BluesMy girl she lef me for a ugly manMy girl she up an' lef me for a ugly manShe up and lef meLef me and beref me for a ugly man.I got the ugly man bluesFrom his face to his shoesI got the ugly man bluesThat's what I got.She perferred the noodlin' of a ugly manShe perferred the noodlin' of a ugly manShe perferred th... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love expressed: 164 of 719
A Stitch in TimeSix months it tookStitch by stitch.Row by rowThrough long periods of illnessThrough times whenShe hardly knewWhere she was,What she was doingOr why;And her twisted, painful fingers,That barely moved.In her last daysArrived the jersey she'd promised me. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Humorous: 155 of 478
I was made the constable hereIn 1723I knew my parish well -The roads and tracks of these boglandsWere certainly no strangers to me.There was a fellow then called AlstyeA short manWith a bit of a cast in his eyeAnd he was employed to be wayman -A very responsible job.His job was to point out the pathsThat took people o'er the ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Haiku: 122 of 299
Senryu is a variant on the haikuand speaks of the absurdity inherentin human life.In her roomShe eats her dietAnd then her lunch More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Love: 129 of 273
Blue Shoes BluesDon't matter if we upDon't matter if we downYou and me togetherNo matter which way upI got the blue shoes bluesBlue shoes blues!I got the blue shoes bluesFrom my heel to my toosWhen you look at meWith your eyesI get a funny feelingAin't no surpriseI got the blue shoes bluesBlue shoes blues!I got the blue shoes... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Regret: 160 of 300
Ugly Man BluesMy girl she lef me for a ugly manShe up an' lef me for a ugly man!She up and lef meLef me and beref me for a ugly man.She perferred the noodlin' of a ugly manThe noodlin' of a ugly man!She perferred the noodlin'Kissing an' canoodlin' of a ugly manMy girl is dancing with a ugly manDancing with a ugly man!He held ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Music: 88 of 153
The Loneliness of the Old Guitar PlayerMy guitar fingers ain't no good no moreWhen I was young -I could play a riffIn half a jiffNo sweat at all!My ear has lost its pitchAnd that's a bitchCan't stinguish between flat and sharp -And a oboe and a harp sound the same to me!That's bad.And I'm slowWhen the band plays AWhy I'm stil... More..