He said: “My mind is retrospective to the end” And I said “What?” He said “To what will this lead?” And I said “nowhere and nothing” He said “this is an idiot’s recital!“ And I said “you have a dust cart in your head” H G Wells Stood upon a stage of life Like Shakespeare: …
Continue reading Mind at the end of it’s tether (after HG Wells)
My Poem Does Not Rhyme My stanzas have no lines My words have no letters My rhythm, no beat My imagery … literal My poem does not rhyme It can’t be seen or heard Can't be touched But can be felt In your heart Not by your fingers Resonates in your being Dances with your …
A wish A wish is said a million times in life A wish can’t always shine It could be for family and friends Or just for you But you’ll feel the best if it comes true Doesn't matter who? What? Why? or When? How an object or a place! Still your happiness will come …
Consequences Throw a pebble in the river Spreading circles to the shore Rippling outwards from the centre Disappearing till no more. So our actions, like the pebble, Send their ripples, make their waves; Intermingling all our circles From our cradles to our graves. No one knows what’s coming next Unaware of the effects. Will this …
Check out this great poem 'Hidden Brook' by Paul Conway. This poem was first read at our open mic night in celebration of National Poetry Day. We will post a new poem each week, so keep checking for updates! Please send any works you would like published to domore@visionrcl.org.uk Hidden Brook Babble; Babble; lonely …
Make sure you don't miss out on another brilliant poem! 'Oceans Apart' by Andrew Diamond was presented at Redbridge Central Library for this year’s National Poetry day, and follows on from our last poem 'Painting the Oceans' by Nina Simon. We will post a new poem each week, so keep checking for updates! Please send any works you would like …
He sits in the doorwayHe fought for his countryHas cardboard for coverBut hasn't a door keyHe was a bit shell shockedHe lost his best mateHe's aged twenty threeAnd he's riddled with hateThey gave him a dischargeHe's lonely and coldAnd this is a storyThat needs to be told! Andrew DiamondPart of a suite of poems by …
Standing together Shoulder to shoulder, Year after year, Older and older. Marching along To the tune of a song And the thoughts in my head Are of those who are dead. And those who were there Are fewer and fewer. But the line is as long With the newer and newer. As each conflict stops …
Three soldiers in a shell hole. He was in the middle. The guys on either side Took bullets and they died, Both shot in the head. Three mates, now two were dead. He was in a hell hole; Mud and blood and piddle, But he was alive. He knew that he’d survive. So, he got …
It’s as safe in the Army as it is in Hackney; They’ll make him a man and they’ll teach him a trade And though they will send him to Afghanistan He’ll have clothes, he’ll have food and he knows he’ll be paid. His mum’s not too happy he’s gone for a soldier; He has to …
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