There's a calm
That falls each evening
As the day gives up its light
And with it
gently resting slumber
turns to sleep
& slowly
settles softly
To the rhythms
of the night
29th June 2017
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 5:40 PM UTC
Eaty eaty
Bitey bitey
Eat up. Ignore the zombies
at the door
Icecream sundaes
fresh pulled brains
I bet you'll all want more
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
In the office
Softly sleeping
Harshly woken
Hearing meetings
Hearing everyone
in meetings
bleating
on&on&on
& while sleeping
I'd been dreaming
& my face
was really beaming
Cos while sleeping
I'd been dreaming
Of a freshly buttered scone
17th June 2017.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 8:32 AM UTC
Money for the rich
With money from the poor
They're gonna keep on taking
Till we don't have any more
Then they’ll call us scrounging ********
& when we feel like ****
They'll make us grovel gratefully
For anything we get
They'll grind & grind & grind us down
& down & down & then
Feed us lies & propaganda
So we'll vote them in again.
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
Furl the sails
Drop the lines
Drift gently
to the shore
Find peace in the
placid twilight
&sail life's stormy seas
no more
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC
I have a little hobby
I keep it secret in my mind
but I think that I will tell you
Because you seem so kind
On sunny days I wander out
& take a little walk
I drop down to the village
& find someone to stalk
I really don’t mean any harm
I just watch them walk round town
until they get into their car
then I take the number down
I try & find out where they live
& if it’s not too far
I go and pay a visit
with something nasty in a jar
I pour it on their doorstep
In the middle of the night
then rattle all their windows
& give them such a fright
13th June 2017
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 3:40 AM UTC
Stark edges of the skyline
Shades of grey against the blue
I’m capturing the mountains
And giving them
To you
But you say that you don’t want them
Don’t need anything from me
& you toss them in the waste bin
But you still won’t set
Me free.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
Dear Mr Postman,
Our fate was sealed with one look
Love, Mrs Postman.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 3:18 AM UTC
Can someone please tell me
On which plane we now reside?
Valuing the cheap laughs that the
Freakish Trump provides?
Existential crisis doesn't seem
Far off to me, when war and strife
Escapes our eye, in our frivolity.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 3:18 AM UTC
Brunch-lunch, potatoes, potatoes
Sausages, bacon and beans.
Black Pudding and mushrooms
Tomatoes and egg
Served with coffee
and freshly baked bread.
And when it's all eaten
and everything's done,
I'll take myself out
for a walk
or maybe just sit in the sun
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC