I Am An Addict For Your Love
I am an addict for your love – the love of tobacco. A Fatal romance.
Love
I Wish I’d Never Met You
I Wish I’d Never Met You…. How many couples think that?
Don’t Tell Me To Pack My Bags
Don't Tell Me To Pack My Bags – who is leaving who
Our Romantic Week
Our Romantic Week – 7 days of passion… and then that’s it
I smelt you in the air tonight
The devastating loss of a loved one. But relax: it isn't posh poetry. By John Pritchard.
Tree of Life
A medieval tale of family love. The present of a downy rose (a type of English rose) on marriage day represents the couple’s Tree of Life. But the Black Death of 1563 brings death and sadness. The 1563 Black Death (a bubonic plague) plague killed between a quarter and a third of all Londoners.
She Loves Me to Death
She loves me….. but has she become obsessive? Will she let me leave for someone else? Or will she love me to death….?
Her Beauty Surrounds Us
The joy of believing – and letting those beliefs surround us with warmth and light. It may be unscientific and trite, but why not?
Sweet lady of the Silent Night
Another over-sentimental piece – the warmth of mother’s love. Caring and tender; helping us sleep safe at night. The rhyme equivalent of comfort food…..
Sweet Wondrous Youth
An over-the-top declaration of love from an older man to his younger companion. In a nineteenth century style. Oscar Wilde is the inspiration. He was arrested at the Cadogan Hotel in 1895 (in room no. 118). He was found guilty of ‘committing acts of gross indecency with other male persons’, and served two years hard labour.
Just For You
A love poem – but not one from a man or woman. From the ultimate best friend. Yes, it’s over-sentimental – but who cares?
That God-damned Spot
Children are sometimes told that if they have a spot on the tongue it is because they have a told a lie. That is why small lumps on the tongue are often called ‘lie-bumps’. So this is the tale of a husband who puts that childhood knowledge to use.
Bosham Woe
Bosham Hoe is a wealthy 1930’s estate of detached family houses/mansions on the edge of the beautiful Chichester Harbour. But when the children leave home, the elderly are left alone – with their memories, isolation, and worries. So this is a tale of loneliness amongst the aged middle class.
How Do You See Me Now?
The sadness and disillusionment at the end of a relationship that promised so much. And then the recriminations start: Fuck your tears - I slam the door and wish I'd never met you’. There must be a better way to say goodbye.