To New Beginnings

This is it, my first post of this, my second year of blogging, nay… Writing.

I must confess though that this was first blogged over on Free Verse Revolution. I’ve been lucky to have a great relationship with them and hope to continue in this New Year. Although I normally reblog from FVR on this one occasion I wanted to post this one as my first new poem.

So you lovely lovely people:

To New Beginnings

To new beginnings

Taking the first step and how

With spirits flying

Higher than the clouds dancing

Across periwinkle skies


To new beginnings

A fresh start for the poets

Heart to open the

Next chapter in his book of

Nightmares and dreamscapes for you


To new beginnings

With paper and pen I let

The magic happen

Words will appear and watch

How the story buds and grows


To new beginnings

A Poet’s soul energised

And I wander on

My merry way, step by step

With an open hand to shake


So new beginnings

I raise a glass and toast you

Toast your idea

To hope and prosperous change

A New Year, new beginnings

Copyright © JRFC January 2019
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Never Lose Hope – The Mush From The Hill

First published on Free Verse Revolution for their December theme Hope.

I hope you enjoy; see what I did there. I crack myself up 😁



There’s no better time than now

When the world is so fraught

With hurt, pain and sadness

T’is the season to be jolly

Open your hearts, your souls

To the wonder that Christmas brings


Peace on earth and good will to all

Doesn’t that sound so much more than

“Get out of my face you bum and get a job”

Better than

“You’re just weighing me down I don’t need you”

Love thy Neighbour


There’s no cliché in Christmas

So don’t look for it

Celebrate the hope and the joy it brings

For it can endure

Be the hand that reaches out

As the light of a single candle reaches through the dark


Be joy; be love, be hope!

Not just Christmas Day but everyday

Let the Yuletide Spirit fill you

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We come in all Guises – The Mush from the Hill

First published on Free Verse Revolution as part of their November ‘s Theme – Desire. Hope you enjoy.



She couldn’t help herself
Trophy after Trophy
Damn she was good
So determined, so adaptable
Rumour has it
Her record time was six minutes
Messy but oh the reward
How does she do it?
I heard she started young
Small challenges at first
Getting bigger as she grew
Now a master of her practice
In, out and no-one knows
She was there or how she does it
They never see her coming
She still hasn’t been caught!
Her latest; what a triumph
You must have read about it?
A man in the woods
Not much left after the wildlife got to him
But she got her trophy
Even took the dogs
And its collar as a bonus

Real desire that is
What a professional
What a Femme Fatale

Copyright © JRFC October 2018

John is a Welsh poet from South Wales. He gets inspiration from many of life’s moments with a…

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Sunday Best: Haunted

Check out these bad boys (and girl, titter) !!


Our Free Thought Thursday writing prompt this week was Haunted. Every week we will share the top three responses to our prompt; taken from WordPress and Facebook.  Enjoy!


Haunted – The Mush from the Hill

Haunted by her gaze
As blood dripped from a fanged smile
He was lost to her

Haunted – Nicholas Gagnier

NG Haunted

Empty Halls – Kristiana Reed

KR Haunted

Look out for next Thursday’s writing prompt and we hope you join in.

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Boogeyman – The Mush from the Hill

First published on Free Verse Revolution, a division of Blank Paper Press.


monster-426996_1920He haunts my dreams

Without warning he’s there!

I’m all alone

I know this place

But obscurity blurs my vision

Along with the damp, foggy night

I walk toward an old roundabout

It’s on the edge of a field

Just a small play area

I remember

It’s part of a childhood

Where friends played

On innocent afternoons

With bicycles parked on the hard concrete

But it’s cold and wet

Lamp light struggles in the gloom  

And I look as it begins to turn

I’m afraid

It’s him, he’s coming

It’s him, he’s nearby

It’s him, he’s so close

It’s Him.

An ominous shadow

Bulking, menacing

Eerily shimmering in the dark light

And I freeze in the sound of his voice

He bawls incomprehensively

A noise that sends terror

Through my being, in fear

Of his next action

That never comes

Just the noise and the threat

I want to…

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