This is an account of the mental illness I suffered more than forty years ago. It is more explicit than anything else I have written.

This is intended as an extending collection, in no particular order, of those longer poems that I have liked. As for my 'Short Poems I Like', their truth is in their beauty, if not always in their sense or sentiment.

This is intended as a further collection, in no particular order, of the short poems that I have liked. Their truth is in their beauty, if not always in their sense or sentiment. For those who dip into it, I am hoping with this personal anthology to convey something of the pleasure poetry has for so long given me. Like all anthologies, it is best for sampling from time to time rather than reading exhaustively.

* There is an alphabetical index at the end (including authors). This is intended as an extending collection, in no particular order*, of the many short poems that I have liked. Their truth is in their beauty, if not always in their sense or sentiment. For those who dip into it, I am hoping with this personal anthology to convey something of the pleasure poetry has for so long given me. Like all anthologies, it is best for sampling from time to time rather than reading exhaustively.

Here my father, born in 1900, reminisces on people and the funeral trade in Belfast during his own and his father's time.

Recollections from earlier years of family and friends; and of some observed events, mainly in a troubled Northern Ireland.

"My subject is war and the Pity of war. The poetry is in the Pity". Wilfred Owen

True humorous poem anecdotes from the family funeral and wedding trade. If you like any please consider giving it a vote. It would be a great encouragement.

This is a collection in which I choose a poem I like, not necessarily a representative one, and add a short biography of the poet

This is mainly a five part idiosyncratic reflection on the life of Jesus of Nazareth; someone whom many people with little time for religion still find attractive. It is mostly from a talk I gave in 1988 while visiting a church in Pennsylvania. Please make allowance for this context in what I have written. I am not trying to proselytise. I believe that, whatever path we follow, the important thing is to come to a point where we live, not to gain God's approval, but to respond to his** love. For me, that love is embodied in Jesus. * Ecce Homo (John 19:5) - the Latin words with which Pontius Pilate, the Roman Governor, presented the scourged Jesus to his accusers before sending him to be crucified. ** When I speak of God as 'he' I am not assigning a gender; but I am not willing to tie language up in knots in order to be politically correct. Feminists beware! (but really I approve of what you stand for.)