Poetry Books


Cyprus Symphony

January 20, 2013


You are the first born of the new Rafferty clan. On the 2nd of May, in the early hours of the day You were lifted out […]
January 20, 2013

Christmas Wish

All I want for Christmas is for gay guys to be straight And for straight guys to be gallant, and never be late. Their beer bellies […]
February 4, 2013

My Daughter Elizabeth

Her life is a whirlwind, she tries to be calm. Her friends are many and varied, Always she is loyal and supportive. How fortunate are they […]
February 4, 2013

The Takers (Inspired by Richard)

Why do we let the leeches into our lives? Why do we let them into our minds? Once in, why do we allow them to remain, […]
February 5, 2013

I Am Sorry

‘I am sorry’, just three simple words of magic; Pouring soothing balm on wounds sometimes tragic. Helping heal pain in the mind of memories vivid; This […]
February 4, 2013

Peter the Padre

With humility, Peter the Padre wears the cloth of God; Giving compassion and strength to the lonely worried soldier’s wife. He helps to decompress the soldiers […]
January 20, 2013

Peter Rafferty

Peter, the last born of the Rafferty clan Beloved by parents and siblings, has grown into an exceptional man. As a child a little chubby, endearingly […]
January 20, 2013

The Prayer

Let the stream of love never fail flowing From the very depths of my being; Despite dark days disappointing, Constantly it must surely always be spilling, […]
February 4, 2013

My Home

My home, with outstretched arms embracing all who call. The swallows, every year make their nests above the lanterns in the cloisters. They dart and swoop […]
January 20, 2013

Large Lady from Wales

Pity the sick pretty young woman from Wales Who’s weight was right off the scales. At around sixty stone, she was stuck in her home She […]
January 20, 2013

True Love

True love is the warmth of the sun through the window panes; Curtains and clouds cannot obscure the brilliance it maintains. Death or darkness can’t kill […]
February 4, 2013


Scorn and ridicule our diet of everyday. Shouting and bellowing, feeding our fears for today. Unsure, insecure, unloved and unsafe, that’s how we lived every day. […]