andrew mitchell : Writing

When the dream popped, nothing was free

When the dream popped, nothing was free

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The burning of psychedelic thoughts a trip down memory lane rubbing the midnight lamp brings the children of the revolution where flowers had po..
At the cricket conference

At the cricket conference

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Welcome everyone and who might you be? I’m wicket and this is ball. Glad you could make it. Over here is bat and pitch and in the far corne..
Swinging from a verse that’s fragile

Swinging from a verse that’s fragile

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Don’t swing from a line that holds the stanza the break could send the title flying with grammar in all directions where no full stop wi..
That’s what the eyes saw!

That’s what the eyes saw!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Kicking thoughts over heart’s puddles lies Cupid’s arrow it’s tip poisoned. Mind over matter now on vacation while in the wind..
All lines on the western front

All lines on the western front

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Vocabulary bomber command do you read me over? Yes, we do poetic verse. What is your position? Our line has broken down, over. What about the nex..
Learning the hard way, a smile gone begging!

Learning the hard way, a smile gone begging!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


On deep reflection he drowned. Some say the cause of death was writer’s thoughts in orbit that strayed. Lost for meanings he wandered, h..
In search of the three am meaning

In search of the three am meaning

A Poem by andrew mitchell


In the stillness of the mirror a retina etched moment pauses - seemingly time stands still on hearing through the cosmos along the sounds of..
At the very end of the chain

At the very end of the chain

A Poem by andrew mitchell


When the poem sailed the noun jumped ship but was found to be pushed by a verb described by the adjective a life line was thrown but what can do..
In the passing from the past, a clouded moment

In the passing from the past, a clouded moment

A Poem by andrew mitchell


From memories moments travel - now you see it now you don’t. In the passing from the past came the missing most wanted. On reflectio..
Just  don’t and other throwaways

Just don’t and other throwaways

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Don’t drink the rum out of a drum you’ll end up with d. Don’t have your wisdom teeth out if you wish to remain wise. Out..