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Poem: Scary.

Scary.   Do we all have those skeletons In our cupboards. The thought does rattle me. . .

Poem: Rock The day.

Rock The Day . . I love a sudden trip out. Just a quick change of shoes, A swift wee, and a bit of lippy, Then I’m ready to go out and party. . .

Poem: Hallelujah.

Hallelujah. . . Trying on an old favourite Long relegated to the too-small pile And finding out that suddenly I actually can fasten the zip. . .

Poem: The Heebie Jeebies.

The Heebie Jeebies. . . Looking out from the window On such a moonlit night Is like being in a plot From a Dean R. Koontz novel. . .

Poem: Brighton Rocks On.

Brighton. . . As a six year old child Down in sunny old Brighton She found all the fun Of a story by Blyton. She ran on the beach With a playmate called Babs And caught herself quite a big Bucket of crabs. . As a drunken teenager In sunny old Brighton The way she […]

Poem: Secret Needs.

Secret Needs. . . Everyone has their habits, Mine is to keep my diary at hand To satisfy the feeling that I have forgotten something important. Which seems to me to be an improvement On the deeply wired compulsion Of someone who keeps a collection Of cheesy socks hidden under the bed. . .

Poem: Food For Thought.

Food For Thought. . . It is rude to eavesdrop and listen To other peoples’ conversations. You should not do it, but it is such fun, And you get lots of interesting news By that particular time honoured And most underhand method. It’s not for repeating mind you, Just for smiling about over a cup […]

Poem: Last Post.

Last Post. . . I sat in the garden Beneath the wisteria, Opened my mail To feel rising hysteria. I need a huge gin now To really kick ass And help me believe That this feeling will pass. . .

Poem: They’re Tough Up North.

They’re Tough Up North. . . How can you tell When it’s winter up North. It’s very easy really, Everyone adds a red nose To their usual outfit. How  can you tell When it’s summer up North. It’s very easy really, Everyone wears their usual outfit But the red nose goes. . .

Poem: Winter.2

Winter. . Winter is a red and blue time. The half of me that faces the fire Is always toasted to a bright red While the other side stays blue. . .