by Andrew Diamond | Aug 25, 2011 | Poetry
I was always taught in life To be respectful to my wife. My father never beat my mum, She’d have walloped him till kingdom come. Formidable, this mum of mine; I remember once, when I had lines, She sat and wrote them out for me While I sat down and watched T.V. She...
by Andrew Diamond | Aug 12, 2011 | Poetry
Upon the oceans, deep and vast, Many people in the past Would hoist their sails upon the foam To find a place to call their home. Some were fleeing persecution, Some in fear of destitution, Others taken forcibly To be sold into slavery. From Europe and from Africa...
by Andrew Diamond | Aug 6, 2011 | Poetry
I used to wear a blazer With a badge sewn on the pocket To show the school I went to; A white shirt and a school tie, A pullover to keep me warm, Black shoes, grey trousers and a cap, Completing my school uniform; A tidy little chap. But when I was a teenager I bought...
by Andrew Diamond | Aug 6, 2011 | Poetry
“Grandpa, Grandpa,” She chuckled from the house. Then she slammed the door And I found myself locked out Without a bloody key And not knowing what to do; Get somebody to call the police Or wait outside for you. She was less than two years old, Alone, without a nappy....
by Andrew Diamond | Aug 6, 2011 | Poetry
When I was fourteen I went out And visited a chemist’s shop. I bought myself a razor Because I knew I was growing up. And then, as I was walking home, I met a girl I knew from school. I proudly showed her what I bought To prove I had a manly tool. She said, “You best...
