Astronomical Limerick – a daft poem about just how big – and old – the universe really is. Which is why we’re unlikely to see aliens visiting us in their UFOs, no matter how much I’d like to see them. Continue reading Astronomical Limerick
A poem about Santa stopping some naughty boys who happen to be dealing Class A drugs. Continue reading Christmas Crimestoppers
My pal Al the Author has been instrumental on my blogging journey. He ‘came out’ a few years ago as a budding writer and I said “me too!” and we swapped examples of our work. He set up a blog and, in a woefully convoluted attempt to comment on it, I somehow ended up with a blog of my own (still not entirely sure how that … Continue reading Al’s Pretty Words; My Villainous Voice
It seems that I’m a Wanted Man, though posters there are none. But, as a husband and a dad, my tasks are never done. It starts before I leave work – I get texts upon my phone: “Get some milk”, “Pick me up”; I think I need a clone. I love my wife, my kids and cat, but they are a bit demanding; I’ve got … Continue reading Solitude
Roses are varied, Violets are predominantly violet, I prefer poems To be factually correct. Continue reading Flowery verse
Task set by my local writing group to base an item of creative writing on the poem by Hilaire Belloc in 15 minutes flat. You probably need to read the poem first… Continue reading After ‘Tarantella’
Task set by my local writing group to base an item of creative writing on the poem by Walter de La Mare in 20 minutes flat. Continue reading After ‘The Listeners’
My pal Al recently completed the A-Z Challenge of writing a blog entry every day throughout April 2015 themed on a letter of the alphabet. Three cheers for Al! I then pointed out that in Old English there was another letter that slowly fell in to disuse through the middle ages, even though we still see it’s legacy today in English village signs. This letter is known as … Continue reading Þ is for Thorn
I used to cycle every day To school and work and uni; My calves were like chiseled stone (But my upper half quite puny). By the age of twenty-one, y’know I’d done ten thousand miles And no problems to report except The odd crash and minor piles. I was lithe and athletic then. I would run, cycle, swim. (Unlike so many lads at school Whose … Continue reading The Ghost of Fitness Past
I’ve been helping my pal Al Proofing his word creations, Seeing if it scans quite right With the best rhyme combinations But now I’m hooked, I cannot stop. I’m sure I’ve caught the curse Of poetry ‘cos now I find I think in rhyming verse. Continue reading Al Made Me Do It
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