The Sincerest For Of Poetry
Apprenticed To My Mother
Walking Into Trouble
Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle
The Last Will Of Sven Andersen
Booms And Busts
Buster & Moo
Salisbury Square
My Father and Other Liars
Life In A Conversation
Life, in a Grain of Sand
Life In A Flash
Category Archives: poetry
Verb Love
Verb Love Her past was tense, poor Sally McGrawPerched on that fence, neither either nor or,Plucking a flower, he loves me or notDriving her crazy, forget-him-the clot.But Harold McGee’s principle weaknessIs plain, you see – a crippling shyness;Harold loves Sally, … Continue reading
One Of Them Limericky Thingies
Terry Dulle, an ordinary blokeCame home to find he was broke.‘Where’s it all gone?’‘You spent it, moron,On booze, some bets and a smoke.’No, I never…
On Day Six… #limerick
Esther has prompted with ‘neck’ and this is the result… A furious God held the first scrotum In front of his hapless factotum. ‘Why didn’t you check? They’ve used turkey neck. And what use is an opposable bum?’
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Limericks: Those Awkward Rhymes
This week’s prompt is ‘church’ from Esther When an ascetic churchwarden, called Bunt Found out what they’d done to his punt Which was covered in baubles He said, ‘Bless my corbels; Whoever did this must be some sort of an … Continue reading
Accidental Love #terriblepoetry
Chel Owens is back on her terrible poetry schtick with accidental love. This is more accidental poetry… She elbowed my nose Trying to make sourdough. It broke. My nose, that is. ‘It’s just a dent…’ An accident She took the … Continue reading
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Thoughts On The Rain
The flowers, a riot of colours, Crinkle wrapped, Sit sentinel, gently rotting in the sun As a curtain of rain squalls across the tarmac, Pixelating the blossoms to abstract. Eyes turn skyward, Anticipating the rainbow, Mirroring the display, Now dank, … Continue reading
Fishing For Compliments #limerick
This week’s prompt from Esther is ‘fell’ At his first appraisal, long after he fellLucifer stood before the Hounds of Hell:‘How am I doing, throw me a bone,A bit more fire, a smidge of brimstone?’And Cerberus slathered: ‘It’s too early … Continue reading
Fruit Pickings, The Dangers Of: A Limerick
Esther’s prompt this week is ‘Blind’ ‘Buying fruit,’ young Thomas opined,‘Is a risky business if you’re partially blind;The staff all think I’m utterly hopelessAnd one old woman told me to grope less,Cos I can’t tell ripe melons from a pert … Continue reading
Sweary Limerick
To me, it’s neither here, nor thereWhether people feel the need to swear.They can call me poltroonOr odious buffoonAnd I’ll barely turn the odd hair. When young, with nary a careI had little need to swear.But as I developed some … Continue reading
Limerick Advice To The Older Man
Based on Esther’s prompt, here – this week Joke As an elderly, colourless blokeI’ve become a bit of a joke;But since I’ve found my lost youth,Wrapped up in its own truthI’m mindful and just a tad woke.
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