Sometimes love is soppy, and so are love poems. The Written Word Group had an open mic meeting on Feb 14 this year and I wrote this poem for my wife who I first met 25 years ago. she liked it, and I hope you do and yes, it is a bit soppy…

Feb 14 was also the anniversary of the first poem I wrote in adulthood. A poem that won an upgrade on a Virgin flight from Miami.

I won a bottle of brandy on a tombola and owned it for about a minute before tripping and smashing it beneath me. I lay for a while in a pool of brandy with large shards of glass. It could have been serious, but it wasn’t. A friend drove me home to change and I started this in the car. I finished it just as the do was ending. It could have been much worse.

I like poems, and sometimes I like a poem that rhymes. What I have always hated are rhyming couplets, two lines, same rhyme, restricting your thoughts, sounding like a nursery rhyme.

This poem is made up of more than twenty of the cursed things, but I hope you don’t notice.

It also contains an almost rude word, but I hope you’ll forgive me and blame it on the boogie, or on Michael Jackson anyway.

On 28 April 2025, Spain and Portugal had a huge power outage. This poems explores the way in which, although we all had the same power cut, everybody’s experience of it was unique.

This is a poem about a row I recently found myself in. It didn’t go well. I’m not sure that over- reacting was the problem, but it really did not go well.