Harry Cowper-Smith - fantastic since 1980!

Long ago I met, I won’t forget, a poet, a man named Peter, And he would write, which was his delight, he lived for rhyme and meter. To pound a rhyme, to keep to time, this was his life’s obsession; He kept the beat in every seat, at every writing session. For rhymes augment, secure, cement, their... Sign in to see full entry.

The world I inhabit is ravaged by war, The Earth & its people savaged & raw, Bombs & ketushas explode round the world, Bruising and scarring the young and the old. No-one is safe from the constant bombardment, Except the richest of rich in their ivory compartments, And it’s always the poorest who... Sign in to see full entry.