andrew mitchell : Writing

One size fits all!

One size fits all!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


One size fits all!When he flicked throughhis pages of lifetoo quickly, bored;expecting a sequelthat never came,suddenly, he dieda premature death.
I did not push the reproductive button! I pushed the sex button!

I did not push the reproductive button! I pushed t..

A Poem by andrew mitchell


! did not push the reproductive button! I pushed the sex button!To gain entryone had to find her lock.To do this one had totalk, rub. soothe, charm, m..
I don't want to be a soul, man!

I don't want to be a soul, man!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


I don't want to be a soul, man!What does a soul do for eternity?I mean, if my soul has presence of mind,I have needs! I need a body!Hallelujah!More im..
Riches to rags.

Riches to rags.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Riches to rags.There was no going back,only his pages dog-eared,marked his youthtrapped in yesterday.Slim was the chanceencountering romance;all but w..
She came with a glass.

She came with a glass.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


She came with a glass.Starting quietly on her neck,her bouquet scent drifted,building intensity to....the depth and lengthas her body unrolledrevealin..
Life's Pop-ups!

Life's Pop-ups!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Life's Pop-ups!Last year I was different,in fact, everything was different.Looking back I realise a yearcan do a lot to a person,no matter how short a..
Superman anyone!

Superman anyone!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Superman anyone!In today's worldof technology;tomorrow's livingis fast paced.We have to befaster than....a speeding bullet,stronger than..a locomotive..
My muse, my song.

My muse, my song.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


My muse, my song.I was no closerto being a poet,than I was beinga bricklayer,but I could playwith wordsas I didwith lego.
In a twinkle of a moment.

In a twinkle of a moment.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


In a twinkle of a moment.There was always going to be.... Twinkle eyes from watching..... Twinkle stars. That's how dreams were m..
Time ticks on tock unforgiving.

Time ticks on tock unforgiving.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Time ticks on tock unforgiving.In an emporium of young eyes watching, no eye contact was made.He had crossed over to old age. With the..