Poem for James |
This I wrote especially for a very brave little boy called James, you can read about him here :http://www.myspace.com/bizwiz68You could also write him a poem of your own , you might glean ...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Nov 2007 01:01:00 GMT |
3 Parodies and 1 Poem |
('Twas museslip, and the wavely flomes did bloglydangle in the swage; All squeemsy were the splatterpomes and the bombbards shortsage) Alice in Poemland Twinkle, twinkle, little poem, How I wo...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 04:17:00 GMT |
Review : David Mclean |
a hunger for mourning by David McLean A review David McLean is no slouch when it comes to putting words onto the page - if you've witnessed his prodigious output on his myspace p...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Oct 2007 05:40:00 GMT |
Two from the New Scientist, Oct25th |
uncanny valley (for beauty and the Beast) proprioception's shifted in uncanny valley, a quantum tweak is a fool's mirror whose beast is it ? man's god's made, or mine, sick as it seems empathy's...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 14:26:00 GMT |
My Neighbours Dog |
Although my neighbour's dog has the same name as the first guy to leave me stranded I wasn't thinking of him on the beach but of how content I am that heights remain in reach but the seashore's ea...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Oct 2007 02:46:00 GMT |
Iraq Is Beautiful |
Iraq Is Beautiful Iraq is beautiful says a girl who is not shy It was only an envelope with a bullet in that sent our family scurrying from S**** to H**** and here's me making a deal of it Big dea...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 01:29:00 GMT |
Proverbs extrapolated from the Welsh |
Proverbial Inheritance (On Mother Love) So for the crow the chick is white, for white she sees like the fair light of stars, never the dark of matter, as if evil alone were unconstitutional ...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 13:04:00 GMT |
Mixed Maxims |
Rain , Rain, go away. Don't be daft, I'm here to stay * Red sky in the morning ~ Heaven's yawning (that's a sign of affection) Red sky at night ~ Shepherd's delight (a wooly-edged erection) * ...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Oct 2007 01:36:00 GMT |
Ballad (very short) |
The Ballad Of Charlie And MeHe was a sailor and I was his whoreIn a port on a wide open sea,I watched him set sail and he knew me no moreThan the wind knows a leaf on a tree.Th End.
Posted by on Thu, 11 Oct 2007 23:21:00 GMT |
3 Little Things |
Little Things (i) A dog in daisies dangles a dallying tongue ~ chase me for the moon Let him fetch kindling home ~ sun's ove...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 01:58:00 GMT |
