Andrew John : Writing

Hooves and Wheels

Hooves and Wheels

A Poem by Andrew John


Can I say this is a Friesian,that one a Hereford?I lived so long in a townand can say I have forgottenmy recollection as I wander in streetsamong cars..
Fluff and Stuff

Fluff and Stuff

A Poem by Andrew John


Elastic bandsbound as a ballholding fluffand other stuff -oh, what a ball-like beast to bounce about.It holds:magic,religion,sorceryand even thoughts ..
Passing Out

Passing Out

A Poem by Andrew John


This injured head appears to pose some simple questions. Is this head what gave rise to the fall to the floor? Did the fall give rise to the pill..
Digital

Digital

A Poem by Andrew John


An arrow nocked by a god and loosed beam-straight . . . Tick. Tock. The old clock would cut it into fifths, fourths, halves, whole second..
A Tiny Town

A Tiny Town

A Poem by Andrew John


This tiny town in early morninggives me gaps in the soundof the light taps of my footstep,pauses that are richsilences.Then I stand still -stand still..
Someone Who is Someone

Someone Who is Someone

A Poem by Andrew John


When someone -let us call him he -commits stuff thatyou do not agree with;when someone -er, he -is the one you lovebut cannot tolerate;when someone -w..
You May Not Smack

You May Not Smack

A Poem by Andrew John


Parents smacking their children became illegal in Wales, UK, on 21 Mar 2022
Rhymes at Times

Rhymes at Times

A Poem by Andrew John


I'm often called upon to write a verse for someone's birthday or a funeral, four or eight lines, rhyme scheme of ABAB or ABBA. But here are no r..
Waiting For

Waiting For

A Poem by Andrew John


It’s like waiting for God,oh so much. Yet why,oh why so long?Clocks move so slowly as I watch,yes, watch my wrist, too, oh so long,so long the c..
The Press

The Press

A Poem by Andrew John


Memories of when I was in newspapers