By Stanley Collymore With the consummate charm, panache and unassuming genius of the Irish you’ve carved out an empire all your own– but one,

By Stanley Collymore The evening sun is sinking fast, the night is drawing nigh; and with each lengthening shadow draws closer our goodbye.

By Stanley Collymore It isn’t simply the Covid-19 ones but equally too the vile masks of British, white supremacy that clearly intelligent people

The so-called Western World, obviously unquestionably led by its overly as well as overtly bullying, evidently routinely murderous but, nevertheless, portrays itself as this self-profes...

Typical, and not the least bit surprising to me, that this fucking Yid and menopausal Dyke while quite happy to rather noxiously, malevolently and simply characteristically, most egreg...

By Stanley Collymore Honours system indeed! Just about sums up a Brexit Britain! Completely class-entrenched:

By Stanley Collymore The Cardinals have spoken, their… to a new Pope on whose shoulders t… spiritually and ethically, of glob… firmly rests. And amid the celebra…

By Stanley Collymore None of this really bothers the surfeit of Karen trollops, slappers and tarts nor their sick cuckolded men folk

By Stanley Collymore Rather clear to see though how obviously, very earnestly and sycophantically, Rebekah Absalom is striving for her Dameh…

By Stanley Collymore I cannot say with absolute certain… fell in love with you - since it a… me it’s always been that way. Even… it would have been nice to know th…

By Stanley Collymore Being asked generally by the odd acquaintances or even work colleagues how you are, does not automatically imply…

By Stanley Collymore You did the right thing in voluntarily leaving me, for my deep principles prevent me from being cruel to

By Stanley Collymore The stormclouds of my chequered life are happily starting to fade away and in their place an aura of quiet optimism

By Stanley Collymore The principal questions that you fawning intellectually challenged and crucially dim-witted serfs like Arna should…

Thanks for giving birth to me; and if perchance that This poem: “The incomparable Lady I dearly love and appreciatively and proudly call Mum”, while specifically in enthusiastic and une...