Doggone Lover

Cold winter night and I'm free, to say what I wish and do as I please. The crowd in my thoughts, lighters weave to the live beat. Whilst they throw roses to my feet.

The Old Man Said

Poem about Norse mythology.
Cherry

Boy-Blue

Current I.P. His sweetheart, she rose early, one bright and sunny morn,

Battle Scars

An exaggeration on childlike one-upmanship...

Sweetcorn

A comment on the great sweetcorn riddle.
Cherry

Nursery non-rhymes

IPOW. Love this week's. Coincidentally, the first two are from the collection I set up this week. The rest I've knocked out today. More to be had out there but this is probably enough guff from me...

Questions

What defines me?

Conversation

I saw a garden in the sky Above an old canal: a high Black bridge which saplings stood along And where grew weeds abundantly; Nature reserve of hawthorn trees And birch, an aerial nursery.
Poem of the week

As good as it gets

And tonight we forget About everything; The things we wanted, The things we'll never get.

Summer of love

Mr Saunders had spent the last 40 years writing the individual letters of the American Constitution on to rice crispies.

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