Certificate PG

Clive clocks love birds in need of his wisdom.
With the confidence of a traffic accident black spot,
he swims across. His beard’s begun to clot
with peanut dust and chits of shattered poppadom.

The fields were empty. Beyond the coarsely heaped earth of the great pits for the dead, farming had all but stopped for the townsmen who held land.

Nine

Hi
My name is Mark and I write poetry
And woe is me
Because male writers seem to be in the minority
At my age
And whilst I enjoy writing on little scraps of pages
In my notebook

Inspiration Point: based on 'Arbitrary Decimation' by jlb.

http://www.abctales.com/story/jlb/arbitrary-decimation

Somewhere out there the sand turns to sea and somewhere beyond that the sea turns to sky, but you can't see it because all there is today is grey mist.

You are so beautiful
when you talk about being attacked
when you were young
I sympathise with your attacker.

Freddie liked football, Freddie loved football. But football can cause a lot of trouble...

If a man’s eyes occupied the head of a creature crawling along the roof beams of her solar, they would doubtless find some beauty in Lady Martha.

“I viewed the body on the morning after the hue and cry was raised, in the presence of Mayor Masters and the town bailiffs.

Inspired by Ewan's 'September' - the title and the wistful quality of which is all-absorbing!

Inspired by the Poem "The black hand gang." By Wilkybarkid.
http://www.abctales.com/story/wilkybarkid/black-hand-gang

Caldrin stood at the window, looking out over the cityscape. Dawn sunlight was streaming in from the horizon, bathing the city in a golden-orange glow.

When a night-train with a difference breaks down in bandit country, the passengers must put aside their doggy differences if they are to outwit the feline looters...

After escaping rehab, Jess and Stephen run away to the seaside. Is her life finally sorting itself out? Will she avoid incarceration at Sandy Sands?

With barely a moment to think now that the apprentices had finished their day’s work and gone in search of ale, followed by the journeymen, yeomen and those of less praiseworthy trades from the stra

The castle door closed behind John, but opened again almost immediately to let in a party of troopers.

The 23:56 limped and swayed against the platform of Embankment station, her sad face covered in grease and graffiti, creaking and groaning, protesting as she dragged her empty cargo to a slow and unc

The hall seemed too big for the visiting friar, though it wasn’t large even for this small castle.

Down the stairs again. Always the stairs. Sometimes Emily wondered if it wouldn’t be better to be old like Mistress Angela and be carried about everywhere by two men nearly as old as herself.