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Mince pies

I hate mince pies! They whole idea of them makes me feel uncomfortable. They’re call ‘mince’ pies, even though there’s no actual ‘mince’ in them. My...
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Athena

On Saturn’s green and marschy land, the Goddess Athena did land. Adrift from home and hope and fate, she’d had a lot upon her plate. So, settled in...

Falling

I laid upon my wooden floor, dented and separated with age and oddly comfortable until you paid too much attention to the unwavering solidity of it,...

Home Hunting

"What do you yearn for?" I couldn't help but ask myself what a strange question this was. Right now I seem to yearn for a mug of freshly brewed...

She Was Colour

In a monochrome world, she was colour. Everywhere she went, everyone she encountered was brushed with the rainbow that was her. Little by little she...
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Gold cherry

Dimension

You are changing dimensions. The mention of change Makes your throat close, Breathing restricted, constricted, and ticked off the list is another...
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The Killing Fields

Pol Pot wus . . . Christmas music coming out of de shops. I tink I love dem all. Even de shite ones. Cliff Richard. Dose are shite ones. Jona Lewie...
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U

Wrote a very serious poem about racism. Tore it up. Wrote another serious poem about racism. Tore it up. Wrote another and another. Tore them all up and made a bonfire of my piety in my wastebasket. ( Note to self: Never forget that there's a smoke alarm in my man cave). Once I'd cleared the smoke and explained to the rest of the household there was no real fire, I wrote some doggerel and threw in a few spanners for good measure. There, I thought, I feel so much better.

Oh, Christmas Tree!

Is it 'goodwill to all men' on the Christmas Tree, I wonder? Or do the petty jealousies and general grouchiness of the festive season, spread there as well?
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A Chimney Sweep's Story

Yes, I've been lost in the flue for ten days, or so. Or as we call it these days, influenza. But there's been just as much Sooty and Sweep as ever,...

The Storyteller and The First Christmas

The Storyteller and The First Christmas by Paul McCann He was not and will never be the kind of man you meet every day, His life has been spent...
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Ode<2> my-crew (4) '22' <freestyle>

It’s a Rant……………… Could be a Rhyme……. Definitely <NOT> trying to be a Poem with the Poet Masters here….. That would be a poetic crime… Written...
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Larry and Mick go to Neverland

“Second star to the right and straight on til morning,” said Officer Darling.

Rotting love

Sometimes the most mundane things can inspire poetry. In this case, it was a quince gone bad. The rot had a heart shape and I could not resist.
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Holiday Sorbet 4

Episode 4 of 4. "The Resolution Brief".
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Holiday Sorbet 3

Episode 3 of 4. A hedgehog attempts a toe-loop.

A Christmas Past- A Dickensian celebration

Kevin Leary was a bum. He wasn’t a homeless person, nor an individual set adrift by physical or mental difficulties, he was just a plain and ordinary...
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The Slob Who Won't Get A Job

Some call him lazy and his wife calls him a jerk. His wife is very angry because he will not work. He won't get a job even though he's an able-bodied...

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