A Rhyme in Time
Good looks once possessed are now depleting
For the beauty of youth ’tis no more than fleeting … More A Rhyme in Time
wanderer, wonderer, wannabe writer
Good looks once possessed are now depleting
For the beauty of youth ’tis no more than fleeting … More A Rhyme in Time
With my ever advancing years there are few things that I find more satisfying in life these days than a darned good rant. Now in my book a rant is an invective filled tirade of a thing, replete with expletives and language from the gutter, it should go on for an extended period and inculcate … More Rant
So here I am sheltering under some scaffolding in Covent Garden trying to avoid the pissy rain. It has already turned the dapper gent that I imagined myself to be when I set out earlier in the morning into a bedraggled soggy mess. Next to me in a fire exit doorway sits a homeless chap … More Have I got news for you.
Akka Mahadev, 12th Century Karnatakan Poet, who went around naked. Clothes she felt were aesthetically unnecessary. I like the sound of her & was also rather struck by her idea that every woman is a poem. Here’s one slightly silly rhyme I’ve knocked up. with apologies to Mahadevi. The March of time wears down hard … More Women are Poems.
In a chap like you it surprises me one person be so devoid of qualities Did nature or nurture that make you this way It’s impossible to definitively say And hard as I try it is simply the case That positives in your favour I find little trace Just how does a person become such … More The loathly Laddie
A friend has given me a task to carry out each morning, when I wake up I am to find three things for which I am grateful. Now I know that on some kind of level this is an old touchy-feely ruse, a way of making me slightly less grumpy with the world (and myself) … More Three Things – Day 1.
Spring is here, I know this because on my perfunctory perambulations in the local park I am greeted by daffodils & croci poking their heads up through the grass, all stalks bending in the march wind & flowers straining towards the warmth of the sun. I do likewise, sitting on an old park bench my … More Walkies
Back in a land of palm trees and beaches I return to the life of a bum in the sun. My skin turns a shade browner as one day folds into another until my hide becomes camouflaged & blends in with the scenery and I imagine myself a part of it. My body follows the … More The Confessions of a Rambling Man. Chapter 17
New tales beckon from the year to come Lay the old days to rest with the year end sun laughter and memories remembered reveries A candle lit and a glass or two raised To old friends lost or simply mislaid Lets meet one day and recount our tales Of madcap adventures and lost holy grails … More N.Y.E
Here I am back in London, Willesden Green a mile or so north of my old home in Ladbroke Grove, I am staying with my sister who lets me use her spare room whilst I am in Town. After the best part of a year away the first few days are about catching up with … More The Confessions of a Rambling Man. Chapter 16