Wise Beyond His Years

“Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?” – John Keats. Sentiments from the 19th century English poet from which I oft feed when seeking to reconcile tougher life episodes which tap me on the shoulder and tarry unwantedly for a…

All The World’s A Stage

Yesterday evening, UK prime minister Boris Johnson informed around a 30 million TV audience the lockdown edict of ‘Stay at Home > Save the NHS > Save Lives‘, had been superseded in England with a slightly more libertarian advocacy of ‘Stay Alert > Control Virus > Save Lives‘. Advice, which is at this time, isn’t being adopted…

Plea For Delay

In lockdown, to continue revisiting some of the 60-70 poems written in summer 2017 (don’t worry I’m not gonna post them all!), I present prose penned to a higher being, pleading my moribund father be granted more familial time. Who that being was/is I don’t know. But regardless if it was one of the Holy…

Animals Are We

At a risk of alienating my readers and social media followers, this week I’ve embarked upon the always risky strategy of publishing my poetry. A controversial pastime which led to the following observations on the blurb of a poetry book I self-published a couple of years back. Today’s sonnet contains a few observations about the…

Leopards with Immovable Markings

I’ve absolutely no issue with religion per se. The comfort it brings to those with faith in a host of dreadful situations is heartwarming and noble. In addition, I’ve nothing but admiration for those who live by the ecclesiastical edicts they serve as a life choice to follow. I am, though, baffled by individuals who…

Jardin Sanctuaire

After positive feedback, I’ve been moved to publish more of my lockdown poetry. When I say positive feedback, I’m referring to a comment received this morning following yesterday evening’s publishing of my sonnet Legacy To The Progeny …… An acquaintance so emotionally stirred by my prose they posited “I tell you what, Gary….. That poem was nowhere…

Legacy To The Progeny

As relayed in the poem Poisonous Pathogen, in lockdown I’m revisiting the literary conduit of poetry. In this case with a revamped sonnet in tribute of my paternal and maternal grandfathers. Two men whose jocularity fuelled my penchant of seeking a quip out of the most challenging of circumstances. Legacy “I was in Bagdad when you…

Poisonous Pathogen

It’s rare I dabble in the genre of poetry writing. I spent some of the summer of 2017 penning around 50 odd sonnets, but stopped when concluding the old school prose style I adopted when chronicling these verses was too self-indulgent for widespread appeal, Under these COVID-19 times, though, this evening I felt moved to…

Defiance

It’s a few years since I’ve penned a sonnet. However, in the isolation of a West Yorkshire dining room, this evening I felt moved to quill prose about the prevailing shenanigans surrounding the COVID-19 pandemic:- SONNET TO COVID Indiscriminate pathogen, agenda stark  Rendering us hermits, unless we roam park  Enough already, you’ve made toxic mark  Existence…