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E and I are poor confused letters, Don't know which order to go for the better. One will jump left, the other jump right, Still can't get the right way, try as they might. I can't believe this sad tale is true, I grieve for I and E, they'r…
Is it how it turned out? Is it how you envisioned? Instead of attracting lions you attracted hyenas. Very little high-brow. More like cro-mag. It's all trailer-trash darling, as subtle as a brick. So much noise. So very loud voices. Atten…
Three little owls sat together in a tree, They looked between one, the other and thee. To, too and two they all said, Through the night while turning their heads. Two is a number, it's greater than one. Only with two can you have so much f…
Next door to three brothers, Live two beautiful little girls. They like to dance and play outside, Do cartwheels, spins and twirls. Their names are Your and You're, Their names both sound the same. They mean very different things you know,…
Here are three brothers, And all are strapping boys. Each are given a strong purpose, And this poem will show their joys. Some people call them homophones, Now isn't that a silly name? Others call them heterographs, Either way, it's not a …
This show-of angers and depresses me like no other. If I wanted to hear constant whining and bitching, I'd spend the day at my Mother's. Shut your fat mouth. Self-important, ego-centric, queen of nothing, who the hell do you think you are? …
Far too busy and I miss writing these bits. Why don't I have the time to make up these hits? I need to relax and chill, find a release. Write something nonsense, my poor brain to appease. Poems never come easy, I have to think hard, I can't…
Train and taxi ride to London to meet with my PB. We go for breakfast when I get there. PB: Did your phone just meow? Me: ...Maybe.
Negotiating screenplay, a hazardous task, Director wants to cover my work with a mask. Decorate with bows, ribbons and sashes, Make it more palatable for the masses. My book already made it to the top of the charts, Readers and fans took i…
The more I see, hear, or read of people, the more I think I abhor the human race. The narcissism, elitism, two-faced-double-standardism; the jealousy, the pettiness, the shallowness, the vacuity, it makes me ashamed of evolution and come to…
Oh to be Twenty again, Young and carefree. No bills to be paid. No worries to have. Every day a hazy enjoyment. All my earnings my own. Daytimes working. Nighttimes with friends. Parties and alcohol. Bed at one am. Up again at six. No ill e…
To be good, to be famed I'm told that's all that counts. I strive and toil but it's Not good enough for your wants. Do it yourself. Leave me alone. I'm just so damn tired. I can't hope to meet your approval I can't live up to your desire.…
There's a woman who gets on my bus in the morning with two kids in tow. It's a long journey and the children are loud, young, argumentative and boisterous. I cringe when I see them get on; it's far too early in the morning and far too confi…
(Part fiction. Part not.) How do you define what a hero is? Is it a measure of power, skill or prowess, or is it character? Comic books show us the hero as square jawed, tall, muscled and with a drive to do what is right to save the weake…
I'm finding that I'm fearing (or is that really hating?) work. Friday night and Saturday is fine. I can leave the office with the thought that I'll deal with it 'next week'. Once Sunday afternoon settles in and thoughts return of commuting…
Battery dead. iPhone a pretty paperweight.
Little Man sits at home in front of the computer. He hasn't got dressed today and doesn't see a point. He's unfit, unloved, and despises his own ugly reflection. Where he lives is dreary and so grey. Loneliness rules his days, no one calls …
Apparently, I've "gone viral." Sick again!
Some people need a reality check.
Be alert. Your country needs lerts.
Don't confuse naïvety with stupidity. Those who are naïve will soon learn; those who are stupid will ignore the opportunity.
A wise old owl sat in an oak. The more he heard the less he spoke. The less he spoke the more he heard. Now was not he a wise old bird?
Everyone has a story to tell.
For each a road For everyman a religion Forget everything and remember For everything a reason ~Ian Brown
He digs like he is trying to reach buried treasure; leaning into his task and head down in focused concentration. Nothing will sway him until he is satisfied. At last he is done and turns around once, twice, changes direction and spins agai…
The art of a six word story - or for that matter, any story - is knowing the words you don't have to write. No-one needs to have their time wasted by needless details, and a reader's enjoyment comes from using their own imagination and buil…
Laptop broken. Spouse's head bleeding profusely.
For sale: Baby shoes, never worn. ~ Ernest Hemingway
Little stories don't last very long.