Category Archives: Revised

Winter in Suburbia

Past, present, future commingle in this

uncertain weather, dull at dawn,

spats of rain like chaffinches in the bush,

there one moment, gone the next, wind

waking dead weeds, the

threat of snow without the

glee of children, late and

unexpected sunset, startling stars,

silence approaching midnight as the

dryer switches off,

static making sheets

dance like spectres.

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Shod not Shoddy

Wordsmith, shoe my poem!

Solder thoughts to the

point of my pen;

rivet words

row by row until they’re

watertight;

melt emotions and

anneal them into

something new and less

brittle;

Wordsmith?

shoe my poem fit to

strike sparks off

long hard roads.

British Summer Time

Night’s new roster has been agreed and
implemented, though I note
she has yet to respond to the
round-robin email.

Her duties have not changed, so we
anticipate no need for any
upsurge in imposts, overall hours
remaining roughly the same.

P.R. and H.R. should be aware that
scare-stories are circulating of Night being
under-staffed and over-stretched:
firm denial is the line to take.

Point out that, although it is true her
watch correlates with
low patient outcomes,
Night is not a nurse, and that the

demands from the young, ABC1’s and
even poets for Night’s services has
been in steep decline,
year-on-year, for some time.

And can whoever sees her next please
remind her that we in this service see
Night as merely an extension of Day
but with less light.

Appeal of Bells

Kent treble-bob majors

ebb and flow on the breeze

telling me there are churches still

with enough people in them to

chase the bells through

complex changes

with the patience to

grasp, pull, release for hours when

one missed pull sets the

peal awry and an empty rope makes some

bobs impossible and if all the

ropes are empty and the

bells fall silent then

something very English will

vanish from the air.

Always and Never

For my cat it is always and never Christmas.

I’m greeted each waking like

Santa Claus bearing

sackloads of presents;

each pouch of food is turkey

with all the trimmings;

each bowl of water the

best champagne;

each post-prandial nap

exquisite sated bliss.

But she wakes mid-night afraid that

Christmas has come to a sudden, horrible,

unwelcome stop—until

Christmas morning dawns anew.

Rusted Honey

Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry

Turning the Lights Off

Random musings inside my head no matter how hard I try to shut the damn lights off

Southern Georgia Bunny

Adventures of an Southern Bunny everything from dating, sex, life and shake your head moments.

Secret Dates Diary

Secret Dates Diary of Anne Regina

Hannah likes dirty words

Writing, extracts, pleas to buy my books, the odd essay.

word and silence

Poetry, History, Mythology

The Cat's Write

Milly Schmidt

ELLEGUYENCE

New content every Sunday

Love Hate Sex Cake

Musings on a Libidinous Life

Krystal Minx

My Colorful Life as a Bisexual Minx…real life tales with the man I love, and our fun-filled shared playmates…and all things about being the woman that finally discovered how to be ME and what LIVING LIFE is all about <3

R. A. Douglas

Dream big! Live bigger!