Humour, Last Word, Pomes

An Anthology of Personal Poetry


Since I hear no clamor from publishers wanting to publish anything written by me, I have decided to publish my "poetry" here. I suspect it will make them look quite silly. That is, if this blog is on their reading list. Most of these lines appeared as throwaways on assorted Facebook groups. When you read… Continue reading An Anthology of Personal Poetry

Last Word, Miscellany

Little Red Writer – 1


One day, Little Red Writer decided to write poetry. Now, poetry is very hard to do. Little Red Writer was little and unschooled. He had some words in his bag and he wanted to show his words to his granny, Facebook. Little Red Writer knew that poetry has rules. These are to be followed and sometimes broken.… Continue reading Little Red Writer – 1

Humour, Last Word, Pomes

Practically Witty


I wrote this poem for no reason For it's really just the season. This poem is quite small and it's very stupid and all. Tubetops, when they put these on you also get those bare knees on. You know this is really quite silly For I'm writing stuff willy nilly. You may exclaim "Oh Lord!"… Continue reading Practically Witty

Last Word, Miscellany

My Artistic Career


I just explored a new career possibility as a painter. Which should surprise you, no? So far, as you know, I have displayed no artistic ability at all. I've taken the odd photograph, yes, with a couple of photo essays. One was about spring and the other was about fall. I have even showed you shaky… Continue reading My Artistic Career

Last Word, Pomes

You and I


You've said a lot. So have I. You've done a lot. Have I? I've thought a lot. So have you. I've tried a lot. Have you? You've hurt a lot. So Have I. You've worked a lot. Have I? I've cried a lot. So have you. I've smiled a lot. Have you?

Last Word, Pomes, Uncategorized

Just me


Left home and my heart behind with our future on my mind. Just me?  Only me? Seems it's me, not we. Looks like it's going to rain. Lord, I don't want that again. It's only me here. Could do with you here. But then, again, is that  true? Will you paint my rainbow blue? I think… Continue reading Just me

Last Word, Pomes

Who writes this bilge?


I cannot lie - it is I. I don't mean to boast or preen but it is true I shopped for shoes and wrote about my woes. The blog it is dry, the humour forced. The Pomes are silly and the stories long A rant or two - There's even a song And I love… Continue reading Who writes this bilge?

Last Word, Pomes

Ode to The Nose


He’s a good friend to me, he is. Wherever I go he goes before me. In a public urinal when I go to piss He alerts me to dally not, but pee quickly and get the hell out. He has not gracefully aged Grown a forest, wooded and mossy. Discharged fluids so far caged, when… Continue reading Ode to The Nose

Pomes, Slo-Man

The Path


The path to the future never did run straight I have to walk along it, the silent victim of fate. The sun plays hide and seek between the trees Zephyrs lay their gentle touch, the buzzing bees are busy with the business of their flowery date. I wonder at the meaning of the life I… Continue reading The Path

Last Word, Miscellany

My Birthmonth Festival


August is almost upon us. August brings with it the day the body that owns the authors on this blog was born. Yessirreee, The SloMan, The LastWord, LeggieLefty and the PeevedPunjabi were born in August. In order to celebrate, I am offering you an easy way to wish me well. Instead of me writing a… Continue reading My Birthmonth Festival