Shaun Cronick

£3.2 trillion and rising... That's the coronavirus cost so far on the world's ruined economies. Thanks to China. And thanks to China for dragging its feet.…

There's a theme I've been toying with, About dreaded detention after school. And the baggage that comes with it, When you foolishly break a golden rule.…

Have you ever stopped to figure, As the New Year opens its door. That a golden opportunity, Is handed us once more.…

They came from all walks of life. Men, women even the young. All evil. Thirty million.…

400 Bad Request, This black and white page keeps popping up. And is what I get to read when trying to navigate, Through this site for the past three nights.…

Today outside Tescos supermarket, As I left, carrying 2 rolls of toilet paper, A shifty looking chap approached me, And blatantly offered me,…

Oh why was I born a bad poem! Born self aware and educated. To be cast among poetry fodder, This cruel death I am fated.…

What's that noise I can hear downstairs, My senses are now are all a'twitching. Burglars perhaps, even mice or rats, Then a loud burp from my small kitchen.…

Yr wyf yn fodlon marw dros nbarddoniaeth. Yw amrywiad o... Yr wyf yn barod i ladd am fy nbarddoniaeth.

I've tried being nice, I've strived to be kind. Now mixed moral thoughts, Begin to fill my mind.…

There are those who once put on a brave face, When endless sorrow did hide in their smile. These noble people we shall always embrace, For we learn of them but once in a while.…

A tall white Birch reared its stately form, High in the path of the oncoming storm. Its long, lacy leaves, in sad disarray, Tangled and knotted with each swing and sway.…

Writing and especially writing poetry. Is a bittersweet love affair. Not all the time. But sometimes.…

What the Dickens is all that about, When a comment is cut and pasted. A section of the poem just read, Seems original thought is wasted.…

Attempting to write a book, Of damn good poetry. Is like dropping a feather, Down the Grand Canyon.…