andrew mitchell : Writing

The times!

The times!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


As the child was placed on Santa’s knee. Santa asked. What would you like for Christmas child? The child replied. A unicorn! Come now child..
The real tragedy was diverted

The real tragedy was diverted

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The real tragedy of Romeo and Juliet was that six deaths occurred during a three day love story between a thirteen year old and a seventeen yea..
Haiku number 146

Haiku number 146

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Coughed up a haiku I discovered brevity accidentally.
Plan B

Plan B

A Poem by andrew mitchell


When no words could convey my emotions an illustration came into view.
The marksmanship of the pen

The marksmanship of the pen

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The right to foil any write given the word to carry out the sentence.
No returns

No returns

A Poem by andrew mitchell


No time like the present even if it is a gift with no returns.
Marketing the sale of…

Marketing the sale of…

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Love was the key that opened the heart, and the mind owned the combination.
Wait a minute

Wait a minute

A Poem by andrew mitchell


A moment - past tense eclipsed by the present.
The aromatic brew

The aromatic brew

A Poem by andrew mitchell


In the infusion of just being I found self waiting to be brought out from mind’s corner where there I found a brew was born.
Mime your silence, mind your language

Mime your silence, mind your language

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Controversy started from a word, sign language kept that word alive while mime was opened to interpretation never a word spoken.