Why Is Poetry So Enchanting?

From ‘Tyger Tyger, burning bright….’ to ‘I wandered lonely as a cloud……’ somehow words have the power to capture the emotion of the poet and freeze it in time. To evoke an emotion in the reader that may last a lifetime. Why is this so? Why doesn’t it happen when we’re reading the bus timetable... Continue Reading →

Poem: I Didn’t Believe

They say the aim is to make others believe in you. But if I couldn't believe in myself, Then there was no way of making either true.  For years I would beg, I would plead, To just let out my potential and abilities. To let them free to grow and to weave, Into something that... Continue Reading →

Poem: Trust

Trust is like trying to catch a spawning salmon in a freshly flowing river. You catch it! Then all too soon it slips from your tiny grasp. Whether it's trusting others or trusting yourself. Trust never seems to want to last.   Are we blinded by bullsh*t or beauty? All we need is for someone... Continue Reading →

Bullying In The Workplace

Being bullied is never an easy thing to deal with, and compounding the matter is dealing with bullying from someone at your place of employment. In this situation you really are stuck between a rock and a hard place, for alot of us, we can't just get up and move jobs or tell the bully... Continue Reading →

Poem – What’s In A Tattoo?

The needle pierces my body, But I feel no pain.   Black Ink drowns my pores, Euphoria begins.   I am in paradise, I am transformed.   My skin marked before my eyes, An external expression of an inner form.   This is the poem I wrote for my first ever podcast published on my blog!... Continue Reading →

Audio: What’s In A Tattoo?

What's In A Tattoo?   Do you have  tattoo? If yes/no, why? Are they works of art, or, blights to our sight? For some they are sentimental expressions of inner emotions, for others, regrets on a drunken night out which they can't live down. When I see someone with a tattoo I think to myself... Continue Reading →

Poem – Money

Money, It slips through my fingers, Like slithers of bottle-green seaweed submitting to gravity.   I chase it every day, But yet I still feel drowned at its mercy. I am submerged. Will anyone take mercy?   Celebrities live a life of luxury, Yet still, some show signs of misery. If more money is all... Continue Reading →

The Poetry of War

Below are two poems I have written which I may enter into an upcoming competition The competition challenges the writer to explore the concept of national identity, by responding to how it is portrayed in the works of WWII Poets. I chose Timothy Corsellis' poem - News Reel of Embarkation  The antagonism between fighting for... Continue Reading →

Poem: A Human

A Human A subatomic bunch of laughter and woes, From our nose down to our toes, We either grimace or glow. Why are we here on this planet of blue sea and earth? Does it own us? Or do we own the world? Brief is the time we get to embrace it. You blink your... Continue Reading →

Sigmund Freud – Pioneer or Provocateur?

The name 'Sigmund Freud' brings with it antagonistic thoughts in my mind, was he a sexist pig or pioneering psychoanalyst? I was going to enter a poetry competition recently about his findings on 'civilisation and it discontents'. But something stopped me in my tracks. It was the opinions of others around me when I told... Continue Reading →

A Second Chance To Make A First Impression

My second time uploading this because no one seems to like an introduction! (*Cue introductory moody af facial expression ) I know breaking the ice is awkward but let's just make a start on finding the chisel, eh? What's the blog about?: A lifestyle blog intertwined with a few off topic rants and the occasional... Continue Reading →

Poem – Lost

Below is a poem I wrote in a state of confusion one evening. I was at a loss with what my purpose in life should be. Frustrated that I had so many thoughts in my mind  yet took so little action: Lost I feel lost, There's a voice in my head that can never be... Continue Reading →

2nd Place Poem – End Hunger UK – ‘A Closed Fist’

'A Closed Fist' -  a spin on the meaning to hurt someone. A closed fist can be a punch but it could also be inferred to as a hand that is not offering food and therefore hurting someone by starving them.

I wanted the poem to show how it's essential to be kind to one another. Afterall you never know where someone might be in their life, or who they may become. And perhaps you may even find yourself needing their help oneday. The bigger picture is that we are humans we need food and we need to put ourselves in eachothers shoes more often, especially when it comes down to this essential element of life - to prevent starvation.

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