Thanks to a wordpress blog I decided to purchase the Poems of the Decade as most of the poems I write are quite old fashioned, with a lot of rhyming couplets. This is a book of modern poetry by a variety of poets and I’m hoping it will help me to write something more acceptable to today’s readers. At school, in the sixties, the nearest we got to modern poetry was TS Eliot. and the poems I remember were the ones we recited as children, like ‘I must go down to the seas again…’ and the Walrus and the Carpenter.

Glancing through this volume I found only one poem that rhymed. I didn’t study literature at University and this will take some getting used to. I’m not pedantic about verse but I probably need some time to immerse myself in the new forms and try to remember how to analyse them from distant A level days!

We never stop learning.


In the middle of editing the poetry anthology. Poems from four very different writers and I am wondering whether to keep the two different set ups. Some are written from the left margin and some centred. I quite like the variety but I’ll have to talk with my designer. I’d also like a border of some sort. I looked at some on line and I think I have found one I like but should it be the same on every page? Also, I have changed some of the punctuation and am tempted to restore the originals as they are how the author intended. I only found one spelling error in twenty poems. Now to get it all in order for October, when I am hoping we can make some sales.

The view from our house.

Hi folks, thanks for staying with me. I’m trying to find an image that will reproduce on twitter so folk know it’s me but I don’t have to change it every time.

I hope you liked the story. I am still working on the poetry anthology and will need to cast the pantomime, probably by September. I’ll be back when I have something to report.

Poem- “Ponderings”

Why is it when we ponder, of past times we get fonder?

We remember the day life when was all play-

Through forests and fields we would wander.

It was fun going off on a train, no matter if sun or if rain

We could draw, we could read, we had all we could need

We didn’t seek riches or fame.

There was plenty of work for us all. We were proud, as a country, stood tall

But time sowed a seed of enveloping greed

And technology held us in thrall.

They tell us that knowledge is power. that computers will help nations flower

But with fighting and war the death tolls still soar

We witness their lies by the hour.

Do the children born now feel the same? Is living, for them, still a game?

Or has it all changed, is the world rearranged

And if so – who is it to blame?


( Taken from the anthology ” Honey and Humbug” which I produced with three others. Now out of print)