Recent poems
- 25 Aug 20132View
To The Chord
To the craggy soul singing wreck,
the one who waits on the edge of wisdom,
Grafting some meaning - 25 Aug 20131View
The UN-United Planet
I was once asked what I would love most about my life, if I were to die.
Would it be the people - 25 Aug 20133View
British Indian
Namaste….bruv
I hear walking down Neasden streets on a Sunday morning with my baby cousin in hand - 25 Aug 20131View
3 Birdies
You know what I’ve always wondered.
Tree’s.
Who came up with the idea of tree’s
God - 25 Aug 20133View
Losing My Spices
I’ve been shipped and moved around, flown and broken down.
3 continents have their mark in me, - 25 Aug 20131View
Heartbreak Bruschetta
Bruschetta at 1am-
Can never be right, right?
It’s not the taste, the tomatoes ripe.
But as I