Category Archives: Poetry & Stories

 My Only Poem

My Only Poem Was To Jenny as I am not a poet but a writer. Len You are a sweet melody to my ear, Yet so far way and seem so near, With wonders of the internet. I can now bring you right here. You are a dream to behold, Where dreams can let me […]

 Count Down

Here it is 6:30 am on April 25.  Up for too long already.  I guess going to see my attorney this morning is weighing on my already overloaded mind.  And here I am again to vent and hopefully release some frustrations, confusion, anger…. The last two weeks I had two mediations for a total of […]

 Police and guns

I’m british – live in Sweden yes. Arm British police  – yes. British police have an armed force, that in minutes can be deployed anywhere. Not to the delight of a local farmer I knew, who was killed because he shot a police dog – after blowing out half of the local pub shooting up […]

 Earth poem

This is one of quite a few earth poems, as yesterday 22 April was earth day, here is my latest poem. I expect some of you won’t like it, I don’t mind or some might think its over the top. Its just the way I see things. We were put on this earth to share […]

 A Poem for Peace on 9/11

Give Us Our Peace Give us a peace equal to the war Or else our souls will be unsatisfied, And we will wonder what we have fought for And why the many died. Give us a peace of accepting every challenge – The challenge of the poor, the black, of all denied, The challenge of […]

 Robin Williams: In Memoriam

O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! […]

 An Old Woman

(Note: This poem was found in the bedside table of an elderly woman living in an extended care facility upon her death.) What do you see nurses, What do you see? Are you thinking, When you look at me; A crabbit old woman, Not very wise Uncertain of habit, With far away eyes, Who dribbles […]

 First world war poems. Written by me

THE PRICE The troops were happy Smiling as they marched to the front Most were only young men Doing there bit for king and country They saw Experienced Things they weren’t told The mud Blood Cold It was a living hell Most didn’t do very well They laid were they where shot Their bodies left […]

 Edith Cavell By Laurence Binyon

SHE was binding the wounds of her enemies when they came— The lint in her hand unrolled. They battered the door with their rifle-butts, crashed it in: She faced them gentle and bold. They haled her before the judges where they sat In their places, helmet on head. With question and menace the judges assailed […]