I can see you're getting older,
stuck up fur with whiskers beginning to curl,
for a while I thought you were timeless,
my ragamuffin girl.
But getting older isn't old,
may many more meows to come,
and another thousand days where you find your sun.
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 10:33 AM UTC
For a time shut by Winter's cold, enclosed, snug inside.
Now
nearly
winged in Spring knowing of endless Summer high,
but only in Autumn ready to
fly.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 11:49 AM UTC
A barbecue that provided the best of hot smoked grill
is now cold, soggy and still,
and at your height you were such a thrill.
The lesson is what is gone still remains,
in my thoughts you'll always be flames.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 3:11 PM UTC
There was a lonely wasp
and his peers thought him soft,
the other wasps loved to go out with the intention of stingy harangue,
wherever they went, wherever they did land,
their raison d'être was to cause a ruckus, trouble and strife,
puncturing human flesh with their sting gave meaning to their yellow and black stripy life.
The Lonely Wasp would often debate in the nest
and to dissuade them from a life of causing turmoil he did his best,
he’d remark, “surely it’s better not to want to jab and cause pain,
injecting venom with nasty disdain,
leave the humans be and go on your merry way,
please don’t go on a stinging raid today.”
One of the wasp leaders let out a sigh,
and then began his reply,
“leave them to it? These humans are the pits
they roll up newspapers with which to smash us to bits,
swat us from the air as we are enjoying a fly
then contain us under a wine glass in the sun and watch us fry,
outside their restaurants they hang traps and entice us in
drown us and then then chuck our corpses by the dozen in the bin,
just so a glutton can shovel down a plate full of grease
in what they consider peace.
We should show mercy for creatures like these?
No! We’ll do what we want to them, we’ll hurt as we please.
You’re just scared anyways as no stinging bravery you’ve ever mustered,
they should remove your black stripes so you’re all yellow, apt for a waspy cowardly custard.”
And with that they left the nest with a thunderous buzzing drone,
and The Lonely Wasp was left on his own.
This being the nature of things for The Lonely Wasp he took wing by himself to his happy place,
where he could rejoice being in his own space.
There was a ******* bin at the back of a sweet shop where the owner put candy that had begun to degrade,
a cavalcade of wonderous going off toffees was on parade,
there The Lonely Wasp could gorge himself in a solo sugary rave,
chomp and chow down at his leisure,
one man’s trash is certainly a wasp’s treasure.
On his way there he wondered what would he find today,
Fruit Salads? Liquorice, maybe Black Jacks turning grey,
fading sherbet or a box of Quality Street with a tad of mould
but then he saw something that made his hemolymph run cold.
He spied on the other side of a window a human trying to crush a female wasp,
for now she was avoiding the swatter but her cause seemed lost,
she was ducking and diving from every strong arm shot fired,
but you could see she was lagging, you could see she was tired.
The Lonely Wasp was pondering what to do
but then saw the window was slightly askew
and flew right through to attempt a rescue.
Although he wanted to The Lonely Wasp decided not to sting and circled the big brute’s head over and over to make him dizzy,
it worked! The hulking human collapsed in his chair all of a spinning tizzy,
“right let’s get out of here”, said The Lonely Wasp, “that’s a wrap.”
And they escaped out the window gap.
After flying for a while they rested on a leaf
to discuss the recent struggle and grief.
“Hope you’re okay”, exclaimed The Lonely Wasp, “you gave me such a fright.”
“Thank you for saving me”, replied the female wasp, “I though that ogre was going to destroy me with all of his might.”
As they were talking both liked the look of each other’s mandibles,
with the unmistakable magic tides of feel flows pulls.
The Lonely Wasp spoke next, “what I don’t understand is although you were in trouble you didn’t sting?”
She responded, “oh that I could never myself to bring:
yes these humans may despise us and in our demise they revel
but I’m not going to descend to their level.”
“Oh same”, blushed The Lonely Wasp, and right there blossomed something pure and true,
both knowing the other felt it too.
Together they began their soar
to a first date at the bin of a sweet store,
The Lonely Wasp was lonely no more.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 4:31 AM UTC
You looked pretty this morning,
fresh as the sun just after dawning.
When you left for work I wanted to say, “stop, don’t go in, let’s bunk off and spend the day together.”
Batten down the hatches despite reports of fine weather.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 11:30 AM UTC
If all goes according to age's plan
the future means sat alone in this house grief stricken, pale and wan.
But as it is Poppet is purring,
and Mum and Dad begin awake stirring:
a home full of life starting today,
for another good while let it please be this way.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 11:27 AM UTC
Always coming back,
whether fallen asleep on a train and woken up far,
or staggered from a bar,
always coming back.
Always coming back,
whenever in a battle versus The Imperial Fleet,
or trapped on a mountain in rain and sleet,
always coming back.
Always coming back,
if walking with new sun near Spring tree dew,
or we've paused Buffy so I can nip to the loo,
always coming back,
coming back to you,
delightful you.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 11:26 AM UTC
Mr Wriggley Wriggley Worm after rain you have found yourself infirm,
on the concrete which makes you squirm.
I know at my touch you do recoil
but I'm just taking you to the safety of soil.
Mr Mr Wriggley Worm I'll be on my way,
may you have a brilliant day.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 11:25 AM UTC
I know we have differences that seem very vast at times,
blown up by my faults, and a hundred silly wines.
But distance evaporated easy, our tantalising touch in handhold reach,
on that sunny day
by a Hemsby beach.
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 12:36 PM UTC
Your love is amazing,
it ensures empty vessels become full glowing ships of wonder:
a beautiful benign armada
preventing palaver,
mooring close when time gets harder.
Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 3:59 PM UTC