by Andrew Diamond | Oct 3, 2012 | Poetry
Sixteenth Century English, Although it often rhymes, Is like a foreign language When read in present times. If we are to enjoy the plays We should produce remakes. We could rewrite, “What light Through yonder window breaks?” Into modern language Which everyone can...
by Andrew Diamond | Oct 2, 2012 | Poetry
That was her chair; She always sat there. Her natural place; No invading her space. That’s where she sort Of sat and held court And after she died Dad sat there and cried. I looked in his grave; He lay next to Mum And then, in my head, A picture had come Of days when...
by Andrew Diamond | Sep 30, 2012 | Poetry
The bankers have prosperity, The Greeks have got austerity. The Spanish and the Portuguese Are also suffering a squeeze And they may leave the Euro zone To try to make it on their own. If they do I guess we’ll see An end to common currency. If so the EC could disband...
by Andrew Diamond | Sep 11, 2012 | Poetry
The games are done, the gongs are won. Our spirits, lifted for a while, Must now confront reality, Abandoning the fairy tale We wove in order to forget Our world of inequality, Our negative economy, Our drifting into poverty. Returning to adversity, Forced back to...
by Andrew Diamond | Sep 5, 2012 | Poetry
My One Haiku? I don’t do Haiku. I find it too hard to do. I’ll leave it to you. Red Breast Robin on the fence Hops off to walk on the grass, Finds worm, fills belly. Summer’s End A patio chair, A pot of chrysanthemums And freshly cut grass. Mother She’s an early bird...
