Born and bred in the industrial valleys of South eastern Wales. I lived early life in the shadows of the Six bells colliery, growing up within a close-knit community helped shape lifetime views on political issues.
I worked for over a decade at the colliery and held office in the trade union lodge at a young age. My early influences include the welsh rugby team and the west indies cricket team.
I also delight in reading the wealth of unpublished poets, enjoying greatly poems and pints nights and now poetry nights online. Humour and punchlines get my thumbs up. I’m proud to be one of the four wordly worders.
And answers came there none
Black flesh stretched on bone Hessian sacking wired at the hip Emaciated Humanity Looking at the hell on earth that is famine A leather-bound bible In the dust by his feet On occasion when bacteria filled puddles existed The Tutsi fly and mosquito Were sucked up animal like from the earth minimal nutrition was found in eating parchment pages from geneses chapter 6
The torment of the empty page
Blank look Furrowed brow Pencil chewed like the mouthpiece Inserted before receiving the cat of nine tails perhaps another coffee or a brisk walk but the milks sour and its raining Agh the vintners release the Senakot of choice helping to loosen and extract constipation of thought log jammed behind a cranial block. iotas of constructive conception dribble from the widening cervix with chains loosening in the lubrication each sip ,each glass ,offering fall off the tongue ideas with one last heave of blood and piss of tears and exhaustion and the poem falls naked onto the page
Faces in orange light of flickering gas lamps Dappled with evening shade from pavement citrus trees Two seater wrought iron sets of red wine lovers In Mediterranean back street bistros Camel cigarette smoke drifts Gentle on Sirocco winds that loosens minimum cotton clothes In acts of atmospheric seduction Yellow mortared walls and green shuttered windows support Shambles of Bougainvillea where night-time cicadas begin their ritual clicking As aromatic cheeses and water kissed grapes Are placed by the French waitress wearing a Black pencil skirt high heels and a red lipped smile More wine monsieur ?