My name is Andy Buclaw.
I am a singer/songwriter from Telford, but my main aspiration is writing poetry & rants about the world and all things within. If I didn’t type the words into notepad on my computer or write down my thoughts onto various bits of paper I would have imploded by now.
Andy Buclaw is a member of All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Everyday Life, Experimental, Requiem, Something To Say, The Word Tree and West Midlands UK.
Nothing ever changes. The cold black stench of death wanders in from the streets to pick up his latest companion….
We spend one day in a group we belong to / And fall back into circular stability for love or money / Is this a protest?
Sidique Khan reads fairytales to the suicide squad sitting on a cloud / With a bandage taping up his neck wounds, softly spoken for a man of such volume
If you’re a facist it’s a comedy watching liberalism flaws
There are cronies in my head discussing the relevance of being / And there’s a martyr at the table about to blow my brains out
We must discover what is left to re-discover before we are discovered