The dreams of first-world dreamers Are so misguided. Living in a world of violence That's terrorised and divided. Obliviously, they...

Majestic Oak, your crooked limbs o’shadow me, From the expanse of red autumnal sky, Shading me from the seasons, How come I sit,...

Hallowed spires, stretching like fingers, longingly towards the heavens, Permanently mark Saint Peter's rock, set in East English wilds,...

I've felt low before But not so low as this I've been down deep before But not as this far down as this I've leaned on many friends'...

In need of a second chance, I could do with some even breaks, I'd show to myself and others That I possess just what it takes, By God,...

Assuming no one uses loaded dice We view this conflict with fingers crossed Hoping soon this brutal war is over At one-nil, it's the bad...

"Oh! What an implement of torture," "Have I acquired in you? " These first words, spoken at your birth, you would never have heard....

Little dreamer. To dream alone is to travel blindly, To dream is your desire and hope, Hope that what you have will improve, To dream is...

Black-hearted they, black shone their eyes. Their last resting place, below ground, lies, Tabloids surmise their last intake of breath:...

Each Spring and each Summer morning Whilst watching the new day dawning, I marvel at the splendid sight in flight. Martins, Swallows and...