Everyday Poems

For all those poems dealing with daily life, and to be honest all those which don’t fit anywhere else.

Aerialatrix

Administralia

And now, Here is the News

April Howlers

April Smarts

Armchair Philosophy

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A-wub-duh-dree-furr

Ba-Bump in the Night

Basecamp

The Battle for Midweek

Brolly Dolly

Bunting in the Rain

Christmas Bells

Coming Distractions

Commuter Without Portfolio

Con Occhi Aperti

Darker Later

Doorknocker Blues

Downpour

Dramatic Tension

Equality

Fear & Statistics

A Few Hours Spare

Flexi-Time

Foot Mittens

Forever Second Place in a Beauty Contest

Foxing Day

A Friend in Blend

Giving Cynicism a Bad Name

The Gravity Pin

A Great British Tradition

Hat Plus One

The Haunted Schoolyard

Hipster Moi

In Mind

International Women’s Day

It’s All Good Stuff

It’s Probably Important

January, January

Keydom

The Last Post

Last Train to Nowhere

Leftover Sprouts

Lightfast

Like Rain…

The Long Journey to Average

Makeworking

Mist Connection

Moving the Goalposts

My Almost Deadbeat Dad

My Leaping Friend

My Second-Best Beds

Newzak

Niggles & Naggles

Night Atmos

Night of the Restful Dead

No Fish Were Harmed

Noughts & Crosses

Not Telling

Ode to Laze

Out of Lock

Overwhelmed by Subtlety

Pencil on a String

Pens Down

A Poet to his Surgeon

Pro Crastinator

The Providence Plot

Purple Haze

Reflected Glory

Resolutions

Robinless Rounds

Saint Random’s Day

Sashes & Splashes

Scholastic Surgery

The Second Week of January

The Selfie-Stick

Shelf-Life

Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda, Buddha

Shower Song

The Sidekick

Silent Night

Sleep of the Blessèd

So Many Locks, So Few Keys

Stagehand Biog

Starve the Addiction

Still Got It

Strange Bedfellows

Subscription

Summer Block

Tempus Fudge-It

Too Many Mugs

Twinge Whinge

Two Minutes Silence

Uncle Charlie, How I Envy You

The Unfeted

Undone Town

Unravelled

Unsolitary Confinement

Unsung

Unwise in the Ys

Verbally Hyperbole

The View from the Dock

Walking With Scissors

We Just Don’t Get It

Whatever the Sconses, they all take the same Candles

Where the Hounds Lie Low

Work in Progress