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

Why do heroes die so quietly? When cowards scream and shout? Why do believers seem so assured? When I'm in so much doubt?

I hate weekly food shopping I feel sometimes like topping myself, I’d enjoy hopping around on one leg for a week, or lopping my legs off...

I turned the other cheek again. I turned the other cheek, and then, A man stepped up and slapped my face. I turned and walked away again,...

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:...

A concerned face turns out from the shadows, Looks onto a desolate scene, Confused by men's absence of emotion, Senselessly shuffling as...

There was once a man from Lancaster, Lived his life so quick he'd run past yer, One day, out of luck He was hit by a truck, Quickly gone...

Tiny Man, please waken up, Don't drink one sip from the sleepers cup, Rise from this slumber, inhale a deep breath, Shake off those...

The worst place to reside? So the tabloid listings say, I do though, so agree, It's quite unpleasant, And hostile to happy smiles

Bitter, twisted little man Arraign the world for all you can. Gaze with squinting eyes of black Belittle all, then turn your back, Spit...

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

Please don't go, yet I knew that if you stayed we'd only fight. I thought it true, that given time, Our love would see us right. How...

Red in front, white behind, A repeating orange, Flying forward from the rear, A blur of dashing blue, Reds becoming brighter. Another...

Let's hold each other's hands, And in silence, stand Where the fields of poppies grow, Let us remember them Our brave young men Buried...

The byway, like an arrow, shoots the fallow field, Hugging the hedgerow, I head for the Hawthorn tree Climbing the style steps, I stop...