Craig Thomas : Writing

Waiting room

Waiting room

A Poem by Craig Thomas


showed it to the desk clerc lady, and she actually seemed offended. Ha
Panic on the streets of Manchester

Panic on the streets of Manchester

A Poem by Craig Thomas


Written the day after the riot
Que You E You E

Que You E You E

A Poem by Craig Thomas


Just a general moan about queues. Categorised as humour, subjective and debatable.
Perk of the perch

Perk of the perch

A Poem by Craig Thomas


Stooped forward and tense Eyes fixed on the quiverOblivious to anythingThat's floating down the river It's the ultimate in switching offas I was on..
Picking up the wife

Picking up the wife

A Poem by Craig Thomas


I'm sitting in my carWaiting for my wifeAn activity that accounts for A large chunk of my life She's often running late But she rarely is to b..
3 is the magic number

3 is the magic number

A Poem by Craig Thomas


My children are my everything they define why I exist light my days when I'm home from work and remind me of what I've missed Whilst I sit here ..
Change, me?

Change, me?

A Poem by Craig Thomas


Introspective
Scratches

Scratches

A Poem by Craig Thomas


And when I leave my mortal landwhat of me to legacyno memories as my peers gone toomarks but scratches depict me Marks so feint I won't be seenunless..
Snip trip

Snip trip

A Poem by Craig Thomas


Self explanatory...this was a pre-op poem. I cannot bring myself to do the post op version. Too painful...ha ha
Natural born chiller

Natural born chiller

A Poem by Craig Thomas


I’m not a natural born runnerI'm really not built for speeddon’t get me wrong I like my sportbut I also like a feed I know it's doing goo..