by Andrew Diamond | Sep 2, 2013 | Poetry
In Denmark I had Kaffe and Kage, In England that’s coffee and cake. I once was the owner of thousands of Kroner But found all the Danes on the make. They even charged for tap water At nearly two pounds a glass. Everyone felt we were paying Dane Gelt. It cost us to...
by Andrew Diamond | Sep 2, 2013 | Poetry
I saw my Mum and Dad today. I met them at the cemetery Where they are resting peacefully And where I visit annually. I tell them of our family And what is happening globally. I don’t know if they really care Or even if they’re really there, But just in case I say a...
by Andrew Diamond | Sep 2, 2013 | Poetry
Up and down, up and down, Corner to corner, round and round; Snarling at those who are staring at me Standing outside, supposedly free. I growl and I roar; then through a door They throw in some meat, Bloody and juicy for me to eat. Sometimes they’ll herd me into a...
by Andrew Diamond | Jun 6, 2013 | Poetry
My dreams, of late, are vivid. I wouldn’t call them nightmares, But I don’t enjoy them And wish I didn’t have them. I swim under water And when I touch the bottom I push to surface; when I’m there I wake up as I gasp for air. Or I drive on a motorway, Hurrying to...
by Andrew Diamond | Jun 6, 2013 | Poetry
Meatballs, mashed potatoes, peas; Simple food designed to please, Topped with gravy, so you feel That you have had a decent meal; With fruit and squash to wash it down There’s no better food in town. Cooked with love and served with care, It’s the best grub...
