Category Archives: poems

I Awoke to Ravens Cawing

I awoke to ravens cawing.

Their voices sawing

Through my mind.

No peace can I find

From the bird of ill omen

Who mocked the Roman

As he withdrew from these shores,

The bird’s caws

Lost in sea and oars.


Forever Alone

He finds you online
Or over the phone
But he
And she
Are always alone.

In the hotel room
Lingers on
Though she is gone
Back to the streets of stone
For she
And he
Are forever alone.

Thursday Morning Humour

There was a young lady called Lou
Who said she loved me true.
We had a hot date
With a girl called Kate
Who said she loved me too!

There was a young lady called Leigh
Who said “I am in love with thee!”.
I said “my wife Grace
Has an innocent face
And she’d love to meet you Leigh …!”.

There was a young lady called Leigh
Who invited me round for tea.
A bishep named Paul
Said “all men fall”
When he joined us 2 for tea!

“The Better Man” by Felix Dennis

Felix Dennis

Felix Dennis

A powerful reading by the late Felix Dennis of his poem “The Better Man”,

Dennis was what used to be (and perhaps still is refered to) as a self made man. Being born into a humble background he made his money becoming a highly successful businessman. Besides business and poetry, Dennis was also a planter of trees and a very intriguing character. I encourage you to read more of his poems, many of which can be found online (,


A podcast of my interview on The World Poetry Reading Series is now available

I am pleased to announce that my interview on Vancouver Co-op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series is now available, as a podcast and can be found by following this link,

During my interview I read from my pamphlet, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”, which is available, in the Amazon Kindle store for preorder,

I would like to thank Ariadne Sawyer of The World Poetry Reading Series for her kindness in featuring me and my poetry.



As a long, hot summer slowly draws to its close in the UK, we have, thankfully (at long last) been experiencing bouts of rain. On the way home from the pub yesterday evening my guide dog Trigger and I got drenched to the skin in the wet stuff and (in accordance with the great law of sod) the rain virtually ceased as we reached my front door!

Despite my drenching, I am a lover of the rain. My recent soaking reminded me of my poem “Raining” which can be found here,