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.
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
The coloured ol’ culture of our fair Great Britain.