Sick, tired, but still swathed in hope: a poem for all the  who’s ever been asked whether they’ve tried yoga

How I mistook a Hoopoe for an owl, and accidentally joined the birdwatching elite

It’s all very complicated

It’s been a rough day

Fly the Mandarin Menace to a gold-plated moon

in his ostentatious monstrosity,

Otra noche en Camiral

Are you gonna come my way?!

Who says

Your body is a wonderland, Rosie?

I go native

That’s the way I like it

I shall be unstoppable

A Haiku, and much more

I sometimes spot the Poetry Police

Standing guard over rules and regulations,

Brandishing lists of names

Like exam results,

Turn to Stone

Notorious!

During my walk out in the woods

I heard something quite weird.

Blackbirds conversed in Schweitzerdeutsch;

I couldn’t believe my ears!

Charlotte Sometimes

Boys don’t Cry.

I’m a cult hero,

A Fragile Thing,

Alone.

A Review by Writer Pilgrim , So Elite

B is for Gary Barlow!