Niall James Bradley

Joined March 2021

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I am a teacher who lives in the north west of England. I write about many subjects, but mainly I write non-fiction about things that interest me, fiction about what comes into my head and poetry about how I feel.

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To Love You
To love me, you will need to: 1) Plug your ears when I decide to sing 2) Hold your nose after I've enjoyed a curry 3) Avert your eyes (or just remove them) when I undress
By Niall James Bradley28 days ago in Poets
The Meaning Of Life
The Meaning Of Life “Father!” “As always, I am here, son.” “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.” “Son, they are just fulfilling their manifest destiny. They were destined to crucify you. But you know that.”
By Niall James Bradley2 months ago in Fiction
Candles In The Snow
When we were visiting Santa in Lapland with my young son, what I remembered were the large candles/oil lamps which lined the pavements in the small village of Saariselka. Very cold but very beautiful...
By Niall James Bradley2 months ago in Poets
This Is Not A Love Song. Top Story - December 2025.
This is not a love song. I no longer think in rhythm, Nor remember precisely the rhyme, But the years of our love, Still rings sweetly in my ears.
By Niall James Bradley3 months ago in Poets
Little Hedgehog
Little Hedgehog In the amber light of morning, At the honied touch of day, As breakfast craned its weary neck, A hedgehog strolled my way.
By Niall James Bradley4 months ago in Poets
Waiting For Worms
Hands, shed from the tree, Shrivel dry in their exile, Whilst waiting for worms.
By Niall James Bradley6 months ago in Poets
From Here To There
Each day I wake and walk a little further this path, from here to there. When I was young it was more open fields than path:
By Niall James Bradley6 months ago in Poets
Parenthood Hasn't Changed Me 1
This collection of poems is about childhood. Having a child creates new memories but is also a trigger to remember episodes from your own childhood. This collection is about how parenthood hasn’t changed me, just reacquainted me with my younger self.
By Niall James Bradleyabout a year ago in Poets
The Love Collection - Part Six
Poem 16: Losing My Way Denial the subconscious response of the ostrich. Diversion the pressing need of family. Suddenly
By Niall James Bradleyabout a year ago in Poets
The Love Collection - Part Five
Poem 13: Yo-yo Love It's the sense of loss that something uniquely beautiful has died. That a feeling which once made you whole
By Niall James Bradleyabout a year ago in Poets
The Love Collection - Part Four
Poem 10: Just Memories She's gone. Lips once moist with her kiss, are dry. Eyes which brushed he pale skin search.
By Niall James Bradleyabout a year ago in Poets
The Love Collection - Part Three
Poem 7: Beauty It's in the eye of the beholder. You may think you're overweight that your hips legs and waist are just too big.
By Niall James Bradleyabout a year ago in Poets

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To Love You

The Meaning Of Life

Candles In The Snow

This Is Not A Love Song. Top Story - December 2025.

Little Hedgehog

Waiting For Worms

From Here To There

Parenthood Hasn't Changed Me 1

The Love Collection - Part Six

The Love Collection - Part Five

The Love Collection - Part Four

The Love Collection - Part Three

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