The Walrus

One can't always explain where poems come from. This one is no exception. 

Happy Birthday Stan. 

Inspired by 'Every Second' by Chem. 

I appear to be embarking on a rather scarey phase of 'Horror Poetry'. This poem is dedicated to Mr McNay. 

Hmmm. Not sure if this works. 

WIP, as always. 

This very ordinary poem is dedicated to SC, an extraordinary man. 

An inspiration. 

This has been in my WIP folder for a while. Keep going back to it and can't figure out how to improve it. Suggestions always welcome. 

On the back of two days partying in London. WIP - as always! 

Not so random encounters such as these, reinforce my view that the world is indeed both a beautiful and magical place. 

Taking a bit of a flyer on this one. 

Would have liked to have worked on this a bit more, but pushed for time. So, please consider as a first draft. 

A tad abstract. 

Is there such a word as 'boing-ing'? 

This simple poem is written about and dedicated to Isabella, my niece, who is of course, from a completely objective point of view, the most beautiful child that ever walked this earth. (Her mother is Indian, her father Greek/English, hence the 'chocolate' cherub). 

This is the flip side of 'Lucifer's Embrace'. ('Farishta' is the urdu for 'angel'.)  

What a gal. 

Rhythm needs looking at. 

A rather naughty little number........... 

The first poem. 

This is purely experimental! Have very little experience of writing prose - so this may fall monumentally flat on its face. 

Dedicated to my dear friend, Dr William Cruickshank, who died last November. He 'gave' me the poem this is based upon - 'Invictus' by William Ernest Henley - for which I am very thankful. 

Ramblings 

Structure/technique/style... whatever inspired by Roovacrag's 'Home Again', and very much a first draft. If anyone can think up a suitable title for this, I would be grateful. Oh, and if it's pants, please say. 

A hasty scribbling. 

A very un-pretty first draft. 

Until the next time. 

Looks better with correct symbols for (C) and (R). 

Wrote this. Read it, and thought it smacked of pomposity. 

One for the gals! 

First, very unflowery, draft. 

First draft. 

Please bear in mind, this is not to say that conventional relationships are not good or do not work! 

A quickie. 

I wouldn't for one moment suggest that this constitutes a poem. 

A hasty and somewhat frivolous number. 

... so underated... so beneficial. 

Dedicated to my fabulous girlfriends. 

aaah.... it was a good summer... 

Nothing flowery about this one. Punctuation is pretty dire as well. 

Always room for improvement... 

Perhaps I will regret this one in the morning. 

Bit of a work-in-progress. 

WIP 

Dedicated to WM. 

This one, I fling into the ether. 

1st draft! 

1st draft! 

I was recently 'accused' of being a conformist. This 'poem' is a rather pititful attempt at responding to such a remark. 

I am not worthy 

Currently showing at Tate Modern. Blew me away. 

Nothing like a bit of vitriol. 

More of a ditty than a poem. 

Never ceases to amaze me, how the ordinary can become the extraordinary. 

I can only apologise for this one. There really is no excuse. 

Formerly entitled 'Blah-wank-dribbly-toss-bollocks'. 

Fairly harsh, but are all guilty from time to time... Originally inspired by Cavafy's 'As Much As You Can'. 

Advised to post while enjoying the rather fabulous hospitality of Roovacrag... 

Penultimate stanza needs reworking.