Robber

First you take the little things:
spectacles, car keys,
these you will eventually return,
knowing sight and car come later.
Names next, lifted from the tongues tip,
familiar names, precious names,
children, grandchildren,
snatched and held,
locked in a murky mind.
By now alarm bells are ringing,
but still robber, you persist;
dignity, happiness, independence,
you take the lot, by shrinking my world to
a city,
a street,
a ward where stangers flock.
A new wife everyday watches you take my age,
leave me a baby, dribbling, cossetted,
pushed down corridors to sunlight
that never touches the darkness.

As You Leave

Words in my head took formation,
but faltered and fled before doing you justice.
Words lately are'nt my strong point,
using them to describe feelings is difficult,
so much unsaid each time you go.
So I give you this poem,
(and because words still treat me cruelly)
as you leave, read between the lines -
there's an empty space.

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Biography

I have had poems accepted in many UK print mags,and also on line at amongst others: Poetry Mag.com, Poetry Kit, Stirring, Poem BoxApples Oranges, Mindfire, Grape, Writers Hood, Comrades and Shampoo.