by Andrew Diamond | Feb 6, 2014 | Poetry
Shakespeare had a way with words But didn’t know his Dick the Thirds, And though he’d travel outside Stratford He had not seen much past Catford. What history he knew was bitty, So they wrote Shakespeare by Committee; Men who knew of foreign shores, Of Danes,...
by Andrew Diamond | Jan 27, 2014 | Poetry
Throw a pebble in the river Spreading circles to the shore Rippling outwards from the centre Disappearing till no more. So our actions, like the pebble, Send their ripples, make their waves; Intermingling all our circles From our cradles to our graves. No one knows...
by Andrew Diamond | Nov 28, 2013 | Poetry
He lays his head upon my chest; He knows he needs to have a rest. I stroke his head; his eyelids close And he’s off on a little doze. A tiny mite; not yet a year, With painful mouth and painful ear, He snuggles tightly in my arms, Quietly, feeling safe and calm. Not...
by Andrew Diamond | Nov 28, 2013 | Poetry
I woke up this morning As the telephone was ringing. I picked it up beside my bed And someone with an accent said, “We hear you had an accident In the last two years.” I said, “That was no accident Because it was deliberate. I’d nearly killed the bugger.” He told me...
by Andrew Diamond | Sep 21, 2013 | Poetry
Let’s have an inquest, A public enquiry, To rake up the mud And apportion the blame; Then pay compensation Of hundreds of thousands To some piece of scum Seeking fortune and fame; Then sack an official And through his dismissal Declare that the process Was honest and...
