Here's the second half of my stuff which ended up at the BBC(UK) Shropshire The Write Stuff section. So a bit of me ended up digitally in Ye Olde England. 

Most of the time I'm writing articles as a freelancer, composing fiction or philosophising. 

http://www.bbc.co.uk/shropshire/culture/writestuff/2003/08/dom_05.shtml

Seaside Sunrise
by
Dom
From distance and depths they roll
nearer like a constant stroll
their formation fluidly rustling
nearing leaves slovenly shaking
salt in my nose, curled up my toes
I can see the troopers moving hither

Horizon of scattered specks
unheeding fluid troopers' tracks
wavy phalanx forward advance
prance a primordial nature's dance
glare in my eyes, from morn sunrise
my attention attends along the strand.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/shropshire/culture/writestuff/2003/08/dom_06.shtml

Worth Of Say
by
Dom
Everybody's worth of say
heard in haunts you roam
Someone else's worth of say
overheard as you flit by
It's not your worth of say
while you stand, watch and wait
You want your worth of say
before pale flag's hoisted
the towel thrown

Everybody's worth of say
in each twist of rhetoric
Someone else's worth of say
you cannot see your name
It's not your worth of say
you haven't spoken yet
You want your worth of say
before the heart's lost
the daredevils retire

Everybody's worth of say
as you glean the scene
Someone else's worth of say
while you keep your peace
It's not your worth of say
when others speak their mind
You want your worth of say
before the flames flake
the embers melt.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/shropshire/culture/writestuff/2003/08/dom_07.shtml

Your Move
by
Dom
Where does your heart lie ?
when it must be true ?
the hard questions they pry
and they are now due !

to salvation where you're cleansed ?
or reap damnation of recompense ?
judge and make fateful choice
foolish plunge or righteous poise !

http://www.bbc.co.uk/shropshire/culture/writestuff/2003/08/dom_08.shtml

Eight Lines
by
Dom
Things said are said fully
Deeds done are done truly
There shan't be lies to grieve
If truth is like a sieve

When wits are matched
Our minds are lighted
When sins are hatched
Our joys are blighted