She is the Night

She is time itself, Watching over all; Like the eye of Anubis : Powerful, Yet hidden in clear view. She commands the moon, With words as soft as rose petals, She knows her actions Will awaken the waves, Stir nocturnal nature Release those who embrace darkness. Her eyes remain unseen, They will pierce Through any…

She is Nature

She watches from the earth- From the soil, from the flowers, From the insects who crawl, She feels it deeply. Every tree taken, Is a limb cut from her body; Soil scrapped away, Burns like an iron on her flesh, She spreads herself out, Across a world which once was hers. Her tears travel up,…

The Cosumer Vs Northern Rail

I heard it on the radio. Saw it on the news. It was all over social media. Everybody had their views. Twitter was the battle ground. Consumers chose to air, Their anger at the well known company. The so called Northern Rail. Northern Rail naively decided to block and to ignore. That just made the…

Why I Write

My words were nonsense, Incorrect and back to front. They said “She’ll never be academic” “She’ll never amount to much” ‘They’ said I only had an issue, with my b’s and my ds. So they brushed away the problem, They didn’t want anyone to see. Still words seemed to find me. Release my tangled mind….

Behind the Mask, Stalker Online

Shes just a child, Going through change. Feeling mixed up. Hormones to blame. She reaches out, To the online world. Hoping to find a friend, So she doesn’t feel alone. Hes a middle aged man, Hiding behind a mask. Luring her into his web of deceit. He paints a picture of a teenage boy, Who…

Tomorrow’s World

Tomorrow’s world will be technologically advanced, With transporters that can beam you to France. With computer screens in the wearers eyes. Controlled by the thoughts inside your mind. Food will be genetically grown. While fresh foods are stories old people told. Cars will be electronic driverless machines. Theres fewer accidents and it keeps itself clean….

Everyone’s A Winner

He blinked, And blinked again. He couldn’t believe his eyes. His numbers had come up on the lottery. He jumped in the air, He actually squealed with excitement. He was a millionaire. He went to bed with the biggest smile. Not telling a soul his news. Up early for work. He marched in, Swore at…

One Little Duck

Its just one little duck, Waddling alone, Wishing she was home. She got taken away. She awoke to a red tag. It rustled her feathers, As she waddled, Through all weathers, Around this unfamiliar place. Her wing was trimmed with black. She felt the black caused her pain. She felt tired and drained. Yearning to…

Doing the Right Thing Until it’s Better

Pen embraces paper. Ink expanding into a sea of white, Like a beautifully smooth flow of fonts. A writers mind focused, Expecting conception of inspiration. Writing until it’s better, Writing until what’s better? The words, the story, The mind of the creator, The maker, the storyteller? For the hand which holds the pen, Can carry…

Ketchup on Your Treatment

Napowrimo 2018, Day 30 and my final day. Its been quite a journey, sometimes challenging but I’m proud to have succeeded. The final (optional) prompt, I’d like you to take your cue from Borges, and write a poem that engages with a strange and fascinating fact. It could be an odd piece of history, an…