Best District Poems

Fingers of light pierced the clouds caressing the moors
with life giving warmth, purples, browns and greens of
heathers mingled, blended, in a union of beauty. Yellow
of...

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No saints amongst us write a father’s song,
He writes his own which claims no innocence,
As tones of sadness urge he move along,
His pen now takes...

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...Dedicated to the memory of my great Uncle Fred,
Spanish American Veteran & worked a "night job" during
the depression, while supporting wonderfully my Mom's
family on the...

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The Country District Nurse

If you listened to the gossip down the street or at the mall,
That someone had been hurt, or had a fall,
You could...

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Languid days of Summer set me afire
Amber sun beams delight my heart.
King Fishers as they dart past
Each one swoops as it flies to its post.

Down...

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They took no hostages, and told no lies
Politics and power like attitudes
Gets sour by the hour.

The Sadist will wear many hats
Briber of those who cower
Who...

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Curbside romance


Picture in a magazine
Leering at a beauty queen
Short shirts and dirty mack’s
Waiting for red light perhaps
A furtive glance
Curbside romance

Fake smiles through
Red violent lips
Faded faces...

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I don’t know why crowd cover this,
Atmosphere full of air pollution
River full of chemist contamination 
I don’t know why seedy cover this.

There are buildings stand...

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The blue sky, vast deep blue sky
the crisp cold green grass beneath
and between the two - just me!

no moment of loneliness 
but of bliss, of...

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Short shorts skirts and spike heeled shoes

In the Red light District of your town

On the darkened street corners

There's pleasures of the flesh to be found.


Blondes,...

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Fireworks slide down the back of my tongue

Some went north to imitate stars, 

knowing all to well they wouldn’t even make it to the stratosphere

A...

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I went to Uganda
a number of years ago,
to the Gulu District,
way up north.

Near where Joseph Kony
and the LRA had been.

We set up a clinic
in a...

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Everytime I see your face my heart smiles
My curly brown haired
It's like it's been forever
My eyes feeding on your picture imprinted in my mind
It's taken...

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she wondered if
the only cloud
would rain on her approach

when all at once
she saw a crowd
alighting from a coach

she walked by lakes
and under trees
observing Hill Top...

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I was the lucky one
The apple of his eye
He chose me to walk with him
The memories will never die

Two brothers older, two sisters younger
And I...

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