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A musical playlist I've written and produced over the last four years enjoy.
A poem about a very beautiful woman called Claudia who's powerful persona and laughter use to roll around us like a midnight thunder.
Two haiku poems , TEAR DROP shows how a Tsunami can start from the slightest ripple. REVOLTING, another haiku poem on how if you distract so...
A musing about the Star Trek scientists who make our intergalactic fate sound like a subway ride through a station Stargate .
Being at sea aboard huge luxury vessels is very glamorous. As a skipper-come-captain, it is easy to be wined and dined each evening by billi...
Buying power tools at the hardware store? you truly may as well arm yourself with a weapon of war and become yet another one of the do it yo...
When you reach fifty, plus tax, and still see yourself as a sexy silver fox with those ash-gray locks, you might want to forget about the fi...
A poem about an old rag and bone man who started out with just a horse and cart then after a life of skinflinting strife became very rich bu...
Setting off on a world tour in the late seventies was nothing like it is today there were no mobile phones or multimedia just the odd phone...
Greta has an almost impossible sales pitch she's to demand that the incredibly rich dumped that expensive pieces of kitsch , they fly to the...
A tune for my godson Todd who's five years old it was inspired by listening to him talking about his modern dance class which involves quite...
Simmer the sapien inside a tin can especially in a stop start traffic jam and they quickly revert back to primitive man and that includes pa...
A poem written about that green eyed monster of sin the secret schadenfreude that we all keep hidden away within , usually it's only seen in...
A poem for Lily who mother is always in a constant Spring clean dusting and polishing until everything in the house begins to gleam, then ag...
In the swinging sixties a sexpionage spy scandal took place called the Profumo Affaire unfortunately two of its players were amateurs and di...
Male prowess in the 1970s and 1980s of British northern towns usually ment you had to attempt to drink a liquid suicide to verify your mascu...
A little poem I wrote about our Neo Omnipresence that seems almost God like in its power and control , the all seeing eye that invisible ent...
A short poem written about the money monsters in the city of London they feed their need and greed down on London's squire mile all the whil...
The green-eyed monster of sin, that schadenfreude which we keep hidden away so deep within, its usually only seen in children as they exert...
A verse dedicated to Katy at the reception desk, who entices every man with a glimpse of paradise and a promised, only then to revel in glee...
Living our lives as nocturnal belfry bats fuelled by booze and nose gay narcotics we'd flutter back at dawn after sharing shrink spiel and s...
A living monument of mystery , Robin Hood's oak is by far the most famous tree in all of ancient history a thousand years of silent sophistr...
Riding aboard the busiest train in Britain the 7.32 woking to Waterloo a hundred million passengers a year pass through Waterloo which makes...
Another crazy sketch about the life of Thornton Harding the junior an aristocrat who is mad about his pets he calls them by the strangest na...
A poem about a mafia boss who was born in Le panier de Marseille the last bastion of Beelzebub who then rose to become France's ultimate cri...
Her swan song is what you hear just before your love boat runs aground and the scent of sulphur be the final pheromone you smell as you slow...
The Mustang Men were Wild tameless stallions with sports cars suntans and gold medallions , once they were war faced warriors now they're wa...
The Westminster war of brexit has spilt a lot of blood onto the backbenchers but who will win the feudal few or the milky middle class crew...
A poem about an artist girlfriend who's Spanish African temperament could turn from a soft mistral breeze that gently caressed your skin to...
A poem about lust the seemingly deadly sin that if the devil be shamed and the truth be told is an instinctive desire that all of us do so h...
Growing up in a witches coven with all of them casting spells over everything and everyone I couldn't understand the horoscope stars then or...
A poem I wrote about the sixty three year love affair between a member of the royal family and one her dutiful long standing servants known...
A short sketch about a friend who was constantly in and out of dry out clinics and the Shrink clink where he would telephone us to explain w...
A poem about leaving the steel town of Sheffield at the age of nineteen , I stood wondering why the train left at the minute past midnight u...
A short poem about riding aboard the busiest train in Europe, the 7:32 from Woking to Waterloo. One hundred million passengers a year pass t...
Grandfathers are like old sentinels that stand guard over us in our early infant years, as stolid as grandfather clocks. Their old, heavy he...
Musing about an old friend who has now divorced and gone back onto the dating sites, looking for lust, not realizing that his old sex pistol...
A musing about my father's experience aboard a super cruise liner where he and most of the old poeple on board contracted some terrible infe...
An English king's breakfast could consist of swine flesh, embryos , fungi ,congealed blood , kippers, herring's, pike , roach various birds...
Looking at some tramps in cider park i feel sorry for the poor starving pets as their masters swill down cider and they shiver in the cold ,...
Upon seeing a cold cadaver staring back people begin to timidly tread in fear of the dead circling round as though it be some spectral appar...
Twenty years ago it came as quite a shock when someone we were living with became bisexual especially as they'd been such a lady killer and...
A poem about falling into destitution especially ex soldiers and sailors who you find in the beggars brigade of most British towns and how e...
Living as an artist's muse, you can understand the expression of "The Doom In The Room." What artists don't realize is that their egos can b...
This is a musing I wrote after listening to my father, who had been conscripted into the British army during the Second World War. You can q...
This invisible foe of fear is here our café laite life styles are over we're living like trappist monk in self isolation cells our secular s...
A musing about two relatives who should never have entered into a doomed relationship due to their persuasions and personalities being plane...
The Oxfam shop or as we call it "The dead man's drop" is an essential part of our high street culture we all of us at some stage find oursel...
Paint me warts and all said Olivier Cromwell who had the skin of an old toad after his death he was hung at Tyburn then decapitated his head...
The Belles Angels a bunch of hell raising Harrogate girls all leather an lace with lipstick an curls they murdered the midnight hour an slau...