Inspiration for this poem came from the Apostle Paul’s phrase ‘men who suppress the truth’…it doesn’t end well

I do know why I wrote this poem (but not telling!). But it is applicable to anyone who is grieving. Blessed are those who mourn for they shall be comforted.

No idea where this image or idea came from…but arrive it did.

Those familiar with Ps 42 will recognise ‘Deep calls unto deep’. The spiritual communication between any two people that are close - or not - and between each of us and God….is a two way street…or a two-rope trick if you read the poem.

An after-Christmas poem

Yes, I know, the Magi were not kings, and we don’t know their names. I heard a theory that there may have been 100 of them - how would 3 cause such a stir? But I have the bass part of We Three Kings singing away in my head…Merry Christmas

A Christmas - a Messiah-Feast - poem whether we’re broken or whole or both at the same time

Somehow was imagining tenderising a large steak…then brain went parabolic, poetically

A Journey themed poem challenge…written under pressure…25 minutes. This is what emerged.

Deus ex machina maybe thought of as a literary device, but in fact…

One of those poems whose title makes sense…eventually

Israel - Gaza, the weeping

A reminiscence with a question - can there be a purpose in our lapses of memory?

A poem whose origins lie elsewhere

Protection Racket with a twist of reality

Not quite sure where this came from. Just the title somehow. And a small dose of real-time fear to face.

Where do images come from? Out of the blue I was confronted with an image of a hand flipped over, fingernails showing, as if waiting to be cleaned…

The first house I lived in was on a quiet unmade road backing onto a golf course. Many years later it has made me think.