by John Sinclair | Feb 21, 2008 | Poetry
My Son has grown Sometimes he won’t stop moaning But we sit and listen Give advice when needed And praise to make them see through the haze He takes those first steps On his walk of life You can only hope That the words of wisdom you have stated Won’t get slated It...
by John Sinclair | Feb 21, 2008 | Poetry
Why are you writing poetry? It’s not you or the thing that you do You are a man who has a plan Yes you are an action man I write to tell you how I feel Do you not notice how I stare into space? Wondering about the human race And how to keep up with the pace I write as...
by John Sinclair | Feb 20, 2008 | Poetry
I feel the hand upon my shoulder It could not be any colder Those dreaded words are muttered Get up mate It’s your turn for stag I wriggle out of my maggot So warm and comfy No wonder I fell huffy Standing in the cold air A look of despair I rub my eyes and scratch my...
by John Sinclair | Feb 19, 2008 | Poetry
My time is up It’s time to go I often think OH NO! A new beginning In the tapestry of life I really now must find a wife The Mess farewell Was a party from hell? And no I did not ring the bell I don’t want to say farewell The QM waits at the stores I really did dread...
by John Sinclair | Feb 19, 2008 | Poetry
Did you have an accident? Have you had a fall? Don’t worry it’s compensation for all Open the paper Or read a magazine They have loads of adverts For all to be seen Did you fight with honour? And stare into the enemies eyes No I fell over pissed And twisted my ankle...
