in the beginning was the word
a light-hearted attempt to imagine what might actually have caused God to create the universe and our world In The Beginning Was The Word In the beginning God was simply boredHe had to admit that was ‘The Word’In the timeless void of a sizeless point long had He restedBut now even His endless patience was […]
a bloody ballad
a red-blooded effort at an amusing and educational(ish) verse or two… 🙂 A Bloody Ballad Bright, young corpuscle flowing alongHe was humming a popular corpuscle songKnowing somehow that his job was to swimHe dreamed of adventures fate planned for him He had left the bone marrow early this mornWhen into the fast flowing stream he […]
kneady cat
sometimes it’s nice to be kneaded… (photograph features Mimi the original needy cat and inspiration for this verse)… Kneady Cat Oh, needy cat…Am I as dough to you?Were you once a bakerIn your nine lives?Or do you just recallYour mother’s papWhen you knead meIn that way? Or mayhapYou were a vintnerAnd I am now the […]
just don’t compare
a confidence boosting poem for those who habitually compare themsleves with others and feel as if they aren’t ‘good enough’… Just Don’t Compare(A confidence boosting poem) You may not be as prettyNor as witty, nor as wiseYou hair is not as lustrousYou don’t have gorgeous eyesYour legs too thin, or else too fatCellulite upon your […]
every single f*cking cherry (originally written and published in 2025 — parental advisory: contains strong language)
CHERRY HARVEST 2025 POEM: — Excuse my French but….. (Yes the darn Iberian azure winged magpies have done it again in ’26… They just LOVE organic cherries it seems!! I just wish they’d left me a few… Please excuse the language Every Single F*cking Cherry Every f*cking cherry, yet againThose blue-winged bst*rds nickedThey simply swooped […]
dish of the day | early spring poem
The Muse has been hibernating, but a splash of spring-like weather this morning seems to have caused her to open at least one-eye… I think she must have been peckish too Dish of the Day Just as the air seems sublimely seasonedWith the staccato-singing of small birdsSo, too, the grass is pleasantly peppered withThe piquancy […]
what the dickens…
a poem I wrote some years ago — as of posting this in 2025 (probably around three decades, in fact!) in a moment of desire to try to work in various Dickensian references (more-or-less :D)… it took a little research and I still have to read several of Dicken’s opuses referred to in the rhyme… […]
the dire old duke of york
a attempt at a tongue-in-cheek poem about a particular, and seemingly/allegedly rather distasteful, example of British ‘pompousness’ and ‘circumstances’… written a few days before Mr. Mountbatten Windsor was not only de-duke but also ex-princed… NOTE: this item might include exaggeration (in respect of number of teens) and slight underestimation (in respect of number of teddy […]
on the bench
I took ‘time out’ to jot a poem that tries to make a judgement about what a poet could be hoping might be the case should a park bench in memoriam of him/her be provided for the public to use… this effort was the benchmark for poems written in October 2025… 😉 On the Bench […]
catching an idea
a poem inspired by a quote from David Lynch. Lynch who passed away in January 2025 was (as Wikipedia states) an esteemed “American filmmaker, producer, actor, painter, and musician. He is widely regarded as one of the greatest and most influential filmmakers in the history of cinema, with his films often characterized by a distinctive […]