Always when trying to write my biography

A vase stood on the mantle pieceand two red roses within it stoodone for each heart for whom the vase belonged.A century before on a potter’s wheelthe vase was carefully crafted by two loving handsthen fired in an oven to keep the love within.It was then decorated with the same loving care.The images on it…

a mauve trouser suit.Instantly my memories kicked intaking me back forty year or morewhen I was in love with a girlwho always wore a mauve trouser suit.I could see her standing thereher blonde hair rippling over her shouldersand her big blue eyes looking passed meat someone who wasn’t there.She was never mine to be,but for…

together with family and friends,tell jokes and long yarns,roasting chestnuts and marsh-mellowsuntil the dawn breaks.Christmas is the time of celebratingwith good cheer with everyonewho crosses our path.Let us hope it continueslong after Christmas has goneand all through the year.

who maybe called away to war.A prayer to bring them back againalive and welland not a casualty of war,bring them back to their loving hometo see their children growand not in a wooden boxnever to be seen again.A prayer for someoneto watch over their daughter or sonand keep them out of harms way;so that they…

and be in bed before it went dark.Sadly, I am not that quick.When I switch the light offand it, goes darkI’m struggling aroundto reach my bed,bumping into thingsleft and right.It gets so badthat I have to struggle backto switch on the light.So if you are like menot as quick as Mohammad Ali.Here is a little…

waiting for the momentwhen we are unawareto strike and cut us down.We know not when nor want to know.Better, it come in the silence of the nightwhen we will not be awarethen we will not fightuntil the inevitable end.Just rest our head in sleepthe long cold sleep of death.25 January 2011Author’s Note:I wrote this dark…