In the daydream of the distant Is the peace that hides resistance In the kiss of sunlight upon your face is the warmth that raced across your skin hairs that...
Author - Dan Hooks
My poetry has many diverse themes from madness to the mundane, from fantasy and fable to philosophical and the darkness of reality (whatever that is).
I have been writing since I was 18 and have inspired other artists such as Benjamin Heine who created an piece of art work called”filled with fire” from my poem called “Freedom”. That poem was inspired from a quote from Nelson Mandela saying “we are free to be free”. Writing I find is a collaborative process.
I have also written other poems which have been used in language courses in America, Canada and Australia. One of which is called “poem on identity” and the other one is “Antithesis”.
I have a soundcloud account in which I post poems to music and my spoken word pieces. I find spreading my work on various social media platforms really useful for presenting my work.
I am also fond of travelling and have climbed Mount Fuji in Japan visited Finland skied in both USA in keystone Colorado and Whistler in Canada. I find perspective can be found in travelling to other countries and it also helps you appreciate other cultures as well your own.
https://alienpoet.com
https://soundcloud.com/alienpoet
In the scribbles of a mad man’s writing comes the dynamite that needs igniting words on the page burn and explode with furious rage the desperate don’t see...
I am a nightmare in blue pants I do my little dance Then beat you On cue Cause I am a super hero Super I said not superzero Superman’s got nothing on me I can...
Like the wolf is drawn to the moon I saw you your light your gloom eclipsed by the light of the night the moon The wolf I fed Bled in the dark but hunted for...
This is a music and poetry extravaganza mixed by me and my friend Badger Marsh please give it a listen or two!
I am a white Labrador I don’t like other types I bark and I bark and I bite I am a white human I don’t like people of other shades I load my gun and sharpen my...
When the ghosts of Christmas’s past won’t go, they just laugh at all your efforts for this Christmas time the air freshener scent of pine won’t hide the smell...
Andererseits findet sich im Bullauge ein ungesättigtes Erwachsenenalter, das bei Kindern nicht vorhanden ist. Eine Vielzahl von Formulierungen wird als riskant...
In memory of David bass This poem was written in memory of an old friend I lost early on this year, tragically his wife died a few weeks later. A spritely old...
He saw a child crying outside his window though, and went to comfort the boy orphaned by war then the man realised something needed to done. As he surveyed the...
