Save us from the Death Knell

Save us from the Death Knell The Rider he comesOn a pale horseHis Name is DeathNo time for RemorseSo do us a favourLook after the weakAnd stay home for presentSo the Reaper can’t seek #stayhomesavelives #chronicillness #vulnerable Please note in writing this poem, I do not for one moment think that anyone who is classed…

Jibber Jabber

My words are meaninglessA thoughtless jibber jabberExpressions of emotionSomething to fill the hour

Writers Block

You are the blank spaces between My missing words and inactivity The bottom feeder on my creativity You are the stark white paper The harsh lines on the page Are the bars on my minds cage You are the brain fog Muddling my thoughts The rusty Padlock You are writers block