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Ethics for Everyman        Roger Woddis Throwing a bomb is bad, Dropping a bomb is good; Terror, no need to add, Depends on who’s wearing the hood. Kangaroo courts are wrong, Specialist courts are right, Discipline by the strong, Is  fair … Continue reading →

Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven   Aedh is a character from Celtic myth Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light … Continue reading →

February 14th. St Valentine’s Day Valentine Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It promises light like the careful undressing of love. Here. It will blind … Continue reading →

Drinkin Drams  George Outram (The Tippler’s Progress) He once was holy An melancholy Till he found the folly O singin psalms. He’s now as red’s a rose, An there’s pimples on his nose, An in size it daily grows By … Continue reading →

Apologies, the wall has been silent because of VANDALS! (poetry philistines – probably young lads?) A question  – Is Scotland ‘abroad’? Postcard from a Travel Snob                               … Continue reading →

Engineers’ Corner Why isn’t there an Engineers’ Corner in Westminster Abbey? In Britain we’ve always made more fuss of a ballad than a blueprint . . . How many schoolchildren dream of becoming great engineers? Advertisement placed in The Times by the Engineering … Continue reading →

Spring is late this year but at last we can say Spring Triumphant Despite Winter bleak, the snowdrops peep. Spring, the beauty, awakens from sleep. She stretches her arms and wriggles her long fingers. The icy snow melts and the … Continue reading →

.                            Vorrei che mi sfiorasse la brezza marina Dopo che essa abbia già accarezzato le scogliere dalla pelle ruvida. E sentire il silenzio assordante lasciato indietro dall’eco … Continue reading →

written in Middle English in the Fifteenth Century  – try reading it ALOUD. Translation follows Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote, The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swich licóur Of which … Continue reading →