I’ve lately become slightly obsessed
with the trousers
of Ringo Starr.

I’ve stared at them from all
angles, looking hard at their
colour and pattern.

But I’ve stared more at the
gaps where the tables
veneer shines through.

My fingers toy with small
complex shaped black
pieces of card.

While Ringo’s trousers
burn themselves into
my mind.

An image retained long
after the puzzle
is finished.

City Beat


There is a secret heart
That nestles at the centre of the city.
Which with its rhythmical
Urban pulse and beat,
Reinforces all that it is

The beat triggers the cities arteries,
Its roads and pavements,
To surge into action.
Feet pound, tyres squeal,
Engines roar and voices rise.

The beat is the signal for change,
High-vis white blood cells respond.
The city is reduced to rubble
Only to reappear as the heart beats again.
Rising and falling before your eyes.

The beat calls to the city’s lifeblood,
Its myriad inhabitants.
This is a place where all are welcome,
A vibrant multicultural smorgasbord
No one is ever turned away.

All these parts of the city
Contribute to its rich DNA.
Uniquely powerful strands.
That when fused together
Create the complex world around you.


Dedicated to Birmingham UK , my second home.

Screw You 2016


Screw you 2016.
You stole so many from us,
Shocking us everyday as you took…

The poet, the musician,
The actor, the director,
The sport star, the artist,
The author and more.

But you couldn’t stop there could you?
Like a greedy child you continued
As you took….

The mother, the homeless,
The father, the war-weary,
The child, the heartbroken,
The tired and more.

So this New Year’s Eve
Raise your glass
And say the toast

“Screw you 2016.”

I Just Call it Christmas


This week I have been told,

“Have a cool yule,
Winterval is coming
Happy holidays and more.”

But I nearly spat out my mince pie
When I was told
The low hanging Christmas decorations
That threaten to garrote me
Were there because
“They’re the reason for the season.”

What does that mean?

You see everyone around me
Of all faiths and persuasions
From atheists to the zealous
Talk of nothing but…
Christmas shopping,
Christmas presents
Christmas cards and more.
All while scoffing chocolate santas.

The reason for the season indeed.

Don’t forget there is still time to contribute to my collection of poetry for charity, click here.

Winter Warmers my new seasonal poetry collection is available.


So to celebrate the season I’ve put together a small collection of festive poetry entitled “Winter Warmers.” The book is available online or if you’re local from Southcart Books in Walsall.

Click here to buy Winter Warmers

The book contains as you’d imagine a selection of my Winter/Christmas related poems and is a steal at only £2:20 plus postage and packing. I hope you enjoy it.

Don’t forget there is still time to contribute to my collection of poetry for charity, click here.

New poetry collection seeks poets


Earlier this year I took part in collating and producing a collection of poetry, “Diverse Verse,” which was sold to raise money for charity. I’m now pleased to announce I’m looking for poets again to contribute to a similar project, entitled “Diverse Verse 2.” As usual I’m working with the talented folks at the Walsall Poetry Society.

Here’s how you can get involved and see your poems in print

All you need to do to be involved is to email me two poems to the email address below and they will be considered for the book based on the following rules. Please note entry is free.

  1. All poems must be the authors own work, please don’t submit something that isn’t yours.
  2. Poems are welcome from anyone, anywhere in the world.
  3. Please submit no more than two poems
  4. Submitted poems must be in arial font in a format free word document. If you are unable to do such then just paste the poems into the body of your email.
  5. Poems on any subject and theme are welcome, however sexually explicit poetry and poems with extreme bad language will not be considered.
  6. Poems should be no longer than 400 words approx.
  7. Previously published poems can be submitted as long as the writer holds the copyright.
  8. When submitting poems please include your full name for inclusion in the book’s contents.
  9. Email your poems to Diverseverse@aol.co.uk
  10. If I receive more poems than I can fit in a reasonably sized book then I shall do one of two things. Firstly I shall endeavour to put at least one of each contributors poems in the book, failing that if there are too many poems I will select my favourites and publish those.
  11. The book will be published via Lulu the online publishers.
  12. Closing date for submissions is 31 January 2017

I hope to have the book out in 2017 by the summer at the latest, money raised from sales of the collection will go to charity.

Buy a copy of the first Diverse Verse by clicking here, now at a special low price

Click here to see how well the last book did.

Please note

The copyright of any published poems remains with the author.

A Poem in Support of Walsall Art Gallery


Standing tall in Walsall town,
Is our art gallery looking proud.
Visited by a million folk and more,
Flocking through its inviting doors.
Noddy Holder’s in the lift
Welcoming you to this artistic gift.
There’s marvels inside for all to see,
Bring the children, bring the family.
See the celebrated Garman Ryan collection
All lined up for your inspection.
View its famous statues and pictures,
All fabulous artistic history.
Or take in the work of Jacob Epstein,
Walsall Art Gallery is a shrine
To marvellous sculptures and letters,
You’d travel far to find better.
There’s all that and so much more
In the gallery’s many floors.
But this building needs your support,
Or maybe one day it won’t be here at all.
So visit it today, show it some love, come on,
Or one day soon it might just be gone.


A quick note. The Art Gallery and libraries in my home town of Walsall are under threat of closure due to funding cuts. I think it would be a shame to see these buildings shut, so here’s my poem of support to keep them open.


The Day the Wi-fi Crashed


The Wi-fi at home went down the other day,
Then all the phones crashed as well.
So me and the wife had to entertain ourselves,
It was complete and utter hell.
I asked the wife, “what can we do?
I feel like I’ve undergone electronic castration.”
She replied, “well there is one thing,
We could have a conversation.”
“Is that like Facebook?” I asked.
“Think of it like that if it helps, ” she said.
“But instead of typing,
We talk to each other instead.”
“You mean like I’m doing now,” I replied.
My wife nodded, “that’s a start,
But you’ll need to talk more,
To master conversational art.
Try asking me how my day went,
Or let’s talk about what’s for tea.
But you don’t have to text these questions,
All you need to do is speak to me.”
I felt odd, “I’ll wait for everything to work again,
It’s all very complicated, ” I said.
Then I’ll get my phone out,
And comment on your Facebook status instead.”
So the wife and I sat there all weekend,
Struck it seemed deaf and dumb.
Unable to communicate with each other,
Waiting for the Wi-fi to come back on.


Yes at last my Wi-fi is back, thank you for all your messages the blog was just on a technological hiatus, normal service is now resumed. 🙂

The Moth


Emerging from a phosphorus cocoon,
Comes a crackling blue and yellow moth.
Unfurling flickering wings
It strains to reach the sky.
Flailing, it fails to break free
From its wooden shackle.

The Poppy a poem for Remembrance Day