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Catching up with an old friend

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On the evening of Thursday 8 February, I caught up with my friend, and fellow poet Toby Wheeler. Over a couple of pints we discussed poetry and put the world to rights. Well we certainly did the former but, on reflection the latter is open to debate.

You can find examples of Toby’s poetry here, https://www.writeoutloud.net/profiles/tobyw.

Slavery Museum

Walking around the Museum of Slavery, in Liverpool
I come face-to-face with the cruel
Past
Where ships crossed the ocean vast
With their human cargo.

Many a negro
Slave
Paid for beautiful properties to be built
By Liverpool merchants who gave
Generously to charity
To set themselves free
From guilt.

Its true
That slavery isn’t new.
It was practiced in Greek and Roman time,
Yet the crime
Of the transatlantic slave trade
Has made
More of a mark
Perhaps because those of lighter skin
Committed the...

The Monster’s Son

The monster’s son
Hates what he may become.
Half buried childhood scenes
Torment in dreams.

Fear
Stalks near
And the monster’s son
Sheds a tear
For what he may become.

There was a young man named Cook

There was a young man named Cook
Who said “look, I have written a book!”.
When the reading public gave a yawn
His poor heart was in pieces torn.
That naive young man named Cook!

There was a young man from Liverpool

There was a young man from Liverpool
Who liked to play the fool.
His dog called Jim
Was fond of him
And they never would go to school!

There was a young man from Cork

There was a young man from Cork
Who said “babies are brought by the stork”.
His wife named Lou
Said “that isn’t true,
You foolish young man from Cork!”.

Please Hear What I’m Not Saying

An anthology to raise money for a very good cause.

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The “Please Hear What I’m Not Saying” poetry anthology will be released on 8 February 2018 and includes 116 poets from around the world exploring a range of mental health issues. Editor Isabelle Kenyon said “I knew I wanted to work collaboratively with other poets and it was actually the theme of mental health for a collection, which came to me before the idea of donating the profits to charity MIND. This was because I knew ho...

This game they play

This game they play
Day after day
Where there are no winners
(only sinners)
And losers.
Beggers can’t be choosers
And what is choice
Anyway?
They say
“You pays your money and you takes your choice”,
But when one voice
Is with experience rich
Who will warn
The fawn
That from it’s mother is torn
Of the oncoming car
That will go too far
And the impending ditch?

I Beg You!

“Don’t say its not expensive, unless you are going to buy it. I beg!”.

I overheard this snatch of conversation as I walked through the churchyard, on my way to the office yesterday. The oddity of the young woman’s mode of expression struck me. I couldn’t help thinking to myself, that had I wish to convey what the lady expressed, I would have done so rather differently. “I beg you, don’t say that its not expensive unless you are going to buy it”, perhaps. Indeed the use of the word “beg” stru...

“Can you give me a hand?”

Being blind, I often request assistance when crossing busy roads. A couple of days ago I stood at a busy crossing in London’s Victoria Street. When a gentleman approached I asked “can you give me a hand please?” When he answered in the affirmative I thanked him and took hold of his arm just above the elbow.
“That’s my elbow”, he said offering me his hand. I explained that it was, in fact his arm I required and we crossed the road together.

During our short transit across the road and into Vi...