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O Muse…I have a serious question for youbut I can’t wait to put it into beautiful poetry.I hope you understand…Respect.Some poets feel the need to..

Well, thanks for asking - quite a nice surprise...first off, you have my passionate support -for how could I believe in any lessof poetry, its value..

Yes, we get blasé and dismissive on this site –reading in the reams of Poemhunter posts‘yet another poem of teenage angst’,we say, scanning the raw..

I, you, he, she, it…three distinct views of the world(though perhaps not to the Creator?)which seem so different. Whichgrammarians note, and writers..

Here’s three cheersfor Jon Haidt, who’s reminded usin ‘The Happiness Hypothesis’that our lingering primitive selvesrespond more quickly to a..

‘they only feel real whenpretending to be themselves…’sometimes, psychology and poetry and philosophycome close together; and like a dogmeeting..

‘We only love if we have first been loved.’Aye, there’s the rub.The teenager, her room walled roundwith rock and pop stars who, it seems,all smile..

As I walked up the pavement, up the slight hillto the traffic lights at the crossroads outside the station,I saw her waiting to cross.Or rather, I..

That worn, stuffed bear you hide -have not quite thrown awayis more than your childhoodseen through rose-tinted time -toys that speak,toys that are..

The wheelwright worked, as carefully,yet so fast, as a wheel spins.One day, someone said to him,the centre of the wheel never moves.Infuriated, the..

These are the strange and dull and heavy days(in the Northern Hemisphere at least –we seldom spare a thought for what ordealour brothers and sisters..

The brazier’s glowing coals lit up his eyes.I asked the watchman as he guarded time:tell me, watchman, of the truth of Night..he said: when I had..

Words are like unicorns –come from nowherewithout any one’s permission or requestbecause there’s a need for them.Whose painful, sudden, desolate..

The unity of all thingsis a belief which somewould consider pointless;others might regard,as insidious; suspect a lurkinghidden agenda; somemight..

The great Hamburg football teamis to lay out a cemetery for supportersnext to its pitch – in the form, of course,of another pitch whose grassis..

In later years, this day came back to youas days of presence often do:It’s the end of the midday break, andthe sun, already warm for Spring, is..

‘He has insulted Islam! ’ they cry out,‘Off with his head! ’Thereby, some might say,arrogating to themselves, Allah’s workupon the jihad of our own..

Now that the frost has gone its rimy waythere’s the matter of that long grassthat meets the undergrowthat the end of the garden;time to take steps to..

By the edge of the mini-pondwhere I sit when the weather’s fit for it,there’s this stone.I’d like to call it a rockbecause that sounds more..

...more than we or others ever realise, I reckon,the music of our younger yearsmakes the soundtrack to our life -there I am sitting beside the..

I’m walking down the streetand I hear the sculptor in his houseworking on his statue of Krishnaand the chisel rings out on the stonelike a bell that..

Turn on again, that old, once new film of your life -it's called the 'establishing shot'; and as it pansacross your once-favourite city, corny in the..

In the stillness of the dawn,in the stillness of the dusk,then, my heart is most alive,there, my soul is most at peace.In the freshness of the..

Just before it happens,does the snake look forwardwith relief, or feel vulnerableto some strange force?and when it’s happened,is there a feeling of..

and when you’re a child, you learn so muchof ‘grown-up’ life, of ‘grown-up’ values –by the tone of voicein which they say thingsmy mother, saying of..