The balmy weather of the last week and a half has been greeted with the usual mixed reaction of the inhabitants of this temperate isle. We have basked in the sun; journeyed to the beaches and the parks in sweltering cars – often with failing air conditioning; relaxed in gardens (our own or those ofContinue reading “The impending storm(s).”
Author Archives: Dullard poet
Sunday Service
Night’s curtain lifts cautiously afraid of the scene that awaits The trill of the pigeon’s Sabbath chorale Will prove insufficient means to placate A disappointed deity Who is soundly being ignored By those congregating here yesterday as the pubs and the clubs closed their doors. The females in tiny clothing, the men with the strutContinue reading “Sunday Service”
Day 1
It’s more than a fraction strange that I have finally taken the steps necessary to take this idea of mine and turn it into something concrete. I thought that it might seem a little bit pretentious to create my own brand and some may think that the title of this site is plain stupid however,Continue reading “Day 1”
Poetry for Dullards 