Contributions

Flowing from the Tower’s wounded walls Forgotten names in sacred halls Remember the Blitz & wartime fears Poppies prompting loved ones tears Striking sights Poppies pour Across the lawn by the White Tower Door Blood Red Poppies form a flowing Ripple From the...

We were born under the same sun, you and I, Although we look not alike. Your skin is dark and mine is light. We pray to different gods, we speak not the same, but love knows no borders, and we play the same game. With laughter and kindness, we bridge every gap, and in...

Sinuous in my silk gown, I slip seamlessly though the enveloping white mist, its droplets, glinting like diamonds, caught in the tendrils of my hair. The mist is ice cold, alive and swirling and I am flung around like spun sugar. Scarlet streams of blood, leave my...

Let them lie where they fell when the gales ripped them from their ancient birth; fractured roots exposed, like nerve endings. Let them lie where they fell a rest for a weary walker and a scramble and leap for a frisky tongue lolling dog; a seat for lovers. Let them...

There’s an old nest in the hedge, forgotten, deserted. It rests in criss-cross privet, a sculptural memorial of eggs cracking, hatching, new life out of dead twigs, dried moss and lifeless grass. The breath left it long ago. A gaping silence.

I’m thirty now, and words still bloom like flowers lighting every room My notebook sits beside my bed To capture thoughts, dreams, and threads Poetry grows from many things the happy, the sad, the heart that sings From all of life and daily battles My words, my sabre,...

To all of the mothers upstairs in the clouds, Your daughters and sons shout “Hi’ really loud. We know you’re not here since that day you passed, but the love in our hearts will forever last. Some still buy cards and flowers today, and place them by pictures and smile...

As I sit and drink my coffee today, I hear many things that passersby say. They’re often unhappy and talking of those, who cause so much pain at work as they go. I hear of people, quite senior as well, who make people’s lives a living hell. Bullies, liars, and those...

Leaders, managers, teams, and colleagues, don’t become those silent bodies. Don’t see things from just your lens, see others’ perspectives, more like friends. Walk two moons in their shoes first, See their world and feel their thirst. What makes them tick and what...