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Wednesday, 14 January 2015

Give us a twirl!

Other girls look such a mess
in their summer cotton dress
but Lily's such a proper girl
when she does a little twirl

Sunday, 21 December 2014

The longest night ever...


Written for the Haiku prompt at PurpleTreeHouse.

Here's my Haikuish:

On the longest night
After the Horse Chestnut fall
The Winter Solstice

Saturday, 13 December 2014

Ice and nice cold air.

The buildings are all hazy
lazy pavements leaping skywards
backwards forwards 
forewarning as winter beckons 

Monday, 10 November 2014

Come to my place

What you gonna do
next time the air turns blue
If one things wrong
then everything’s wrong
You can’t make it right
by singing a song

You've gotta get out
out and about
Before it blows up
in your face
Come to my place
I’ve got the answer for you

I ain't got no doubt
That he’ll scream and shout
When he finds out
that you’re gone
But it won’t be for long
He’s just singing that song

So don’t go dance to his tune
He can’t make it right
By singing a song
As you’ll find out all too soon
So come to my place
I’ve got the answer for you

Thursday, 2 October 2014

National Poetry Day 2014

Here's something I wrote in 1991, 
I previously posted it on this bloggage 
in 2008 under the title Shining Shoes.

Shining shoes at Waterloo, his medals at his side.
Jon was born in Salford in Eighteen ninety-five.
His Daddy came from Ireland a digger of the ditch -
The Ship Canal to Manchester -
that kept that city rich.
His Mammy was a mill lass in Ancoats Lancashire
She worked long days for little pay - 
nothing much to cheer.
Jon's Grandpa was a Bargee - 
on The Bridgewater
carting coals from Worsley to dirty Manchester.
By Nineteen ten, Jon’s schooling done –
an apprenticeship that was no fun …
from early morn to after dark
at an engineer's in Trafford Park.
At eighteen he went to France
to fight the German might.
Jon lost all his pals there but he came back alright!
He's got one leg to stand on
but man can't live on pride
shining shoes for farthings his medals at his side.
AS 1991
Waterloo is a railway station in London.
A Bargee lived and worked on the canal barges.
The Bridgewater is the oldest proper canal in England.
Ancoats is an area of Manchester where many cotton mills stand.
Trafford Park had many factories.
Farthings are old money, four farthings = one penny.
The Medals are from the first world war 1914-1918.

Here's the link to my 2008 post

Tuesday, 16 September 2014

Proper nonsense...

Letters of condolence are in the post
Oust et est sans le twain shall meet
Gentlemen please it’s oh so important
Inglenook fireplace and all of that jazz
Clouting the ball way into the distance
Azerbaijani and pigeons in pies
Lying about his guilt and still cheating

Dirty past midnight something
Important to remember your manners
The distance is vast between east and west
Toolkits for something midnight past dirty
Oust houses these days are mainly in Kent
Eating disorders and off with their heads out
Spanners and wrenches and all of your tools

Dirty past midnight something
Inglenook fireplace and all of that jazz
Azerbaijani and pigeons in pies
Lying about his guilt and still cheating  
Eating disorders and off with their heads out
Clouting the ball way into the distance
The distance is vast between east and west
Oust et est sans le twain shall meet
Letters of condolence are in the post
Oust houses these days are mainly in Kent
Gentlemen please it’s oh so important
Important to remember your manners
Spanners and wrenches and all of your tools
Toolkits for something midnight past dirty

Sunday, 31 August 2014

It's all a game...

It’s all a game
and I’m the ball
you wait you watch
to see me fall

You tease me tempt
me up the wall
I play along
each time you call

Then when you bat
and start to bawl
It’s from above
with love I fawl

It’s all a game
you make the wahl
you raise the bar
and can the cawl

Saturday, 30 August 2014

Birthday Poem

He walks mile after 
pedometer mile
(never mind the rain).
Steps, strides, stops.
Shells, seaside shops.
He walks to work, 
it used to be the worst
thing that he hates, 
apart from rain.
Splish, splash, splosh.
Soaking soppy skin.
The train can wait.
The further he walks
the more he likes the rain.

Saturday, 16 August 2014

Birthday baby

Birthday girly
cake and twirly
whirly in the park
Everybody at
the party
close to Lily’s heart


Sunday, 3 August 2014


Here's the words at Sunday Whirl
(I've not posted to it)
sound bliss point jumbled flamboyant
disclose sun irrational tire signal appetite and last

Here's mine:

Jumbled sun
Disclose appetite

Last signal
Irrational bliss
Sound tire point

Monday, 28 July 2014

Was a clown...

He must have thought that we said circus
Because he took us round and round
Oldham, we told him Piccadilly
But that bus driver was a clown
He gave us the cold Sholver
When we tried to shout him down
It cost us an extra hours pay
To get back to Manchester yesterday

Saturday, 28 June 2014

Bish bosh...

Chicken is the national nosh,
Bish bosh, Bilal, Halal, bish bosh,
Tandoori, Southern Fried,
Sunday Roast for all the tribe,
Stir Fried, Pan Fried, Deep Fried,
Steamed, Breaded, Battered,
Served in cream, Chicken Tikka,
Coq au vin, Nuggets, Kiev,
Maryland, Yakitori, Curry too,
Buffalo Wings, Barbecue,
Chicken Schnitzel, A la king,
Bish bosh, Kosher, Eli, bish bosh,
Chicken is the national nosh.

Monday, 9 June 2014

Singing in the rain...

They’ve not got designated drivers
on the local buses yet
It could take all night to get home
if he stops to place a bet
It’s raining in the bus shelter
an me hairdo’s getting wet

And everyone is staring
at me plastic suffragette
Her makeup’s running down her placard
‘Vote for wimmin don’t forget’
She’s got a hooded sweatshirt
an it’s soaking blooming wet

I used to drive a Range Rover
an play the clarinet
But now the Chelsea tractors
are splashing me the gets
It’s raining in the bus shelter
an me hairdo’s getting wet

Sometimes I wish I’d never met her
in the flaming launderette
She’s not really me girlfriend
she just helps me walk me pets
She’s got a hooded sweatshirt
an it’s soaking blooming wet


Sunday, 1 June 2014

Lots of front...

This cuisine and that
from Moroccan to Bangla
and all in-between spelt
out in modern art signage
Mess Up My Back Alley Innit
Wheel writing on the wall
mucking up in three
hundred and seventy eight
shades of eye max reality
Outside shisha bar cold curry chips
 peas smoking hookah pipes run
down terraced town rock on bohemia
Babylon fruit hanging veg baskets
lots of front no sea
The mullah is as the hatter was
the rain reigns constantly

Wednesday, 30 April 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Conclusion

Acrid, Dramatic, Quarantine.
The thunder and the lightning frightening as a quarantine ward. The acrid stench only dampened by a dramatic downpour of May rain. April showers are a thing of the past; I've been saying that for years.

Hope you enjoyed NaPoWriMo this year. This was my sixth year and probably the hardest for me. Writing thirty poems in thirty days is always a challenge and this bout was no exception. I suppose the best you can hope for is five or six decent pieces in the month, but this time I feel only maybe two or three of mine will ever be seen beyond these pages. But of course it’s the taking part that counts, and if you didn't do it this year, maybe you could give it a try next April.

My Conclusion from 2013

NaPoWriMo 2014 DayThirty

Day Thirty

After the highs come a rake of lows
Slow down and let those pills start to flow
To flow or not to fly that is the Western
Stern like Victorian laughter after

Wonderful times for all and sundry
Sun dry the washing it won't take too long
Longing to meet you let’s make it a date
Dates or figs we'll have wonderful times

Twenty fourteen is no mean year dot com
Come on in the water’s wet hold my towel
Two Wellington boots and a penny chew
Choose me first for fun in twenty fourteen

My Day Thirty from 2013

Tuesday, 29 April 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Day Twenty-Nine

Day Twenty-Nine

I should have told you before the fall
I didn't know you would react like that
Just because it’s set out like a little song
Doesn't mean that you can sing it to yourself

I wouldn’t dare to dream that I could do that
Not in a million years or three maybe more
So why do you think that you’re the special one
What is it that sets you apart makes you different

Everybody stumbles and falls and there’s no escape
We were born that way hard wired to failure
But there is an antidote if you really want to take it
It’s a bitter pill and hard to swallow but it’s the only way

You see there is only one way one road that leads you home
The other roads are cul-de-sacs dead ends that end in death
The time you spent going round in circles is already wasted
So which avenue which road will you take His or hearse

My Day Twenty-Nine from 2013

Monday, 28 April 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Day Twenty-Eight

Day Twenty-Eight

Sitting in a glass cage standing
guards are waiting on the landing
to shoot an escapee on sight
No such thing misunderstanding

Waiting for the food to come
They've got to have some
No one knows how long they've been there
Squatting in that dark dark dome

They don’t have the gall to complain
No one cares about their pain
Invisible to all and sundry
But not to one another again

My Day Twenty-Eight from 2013

Sunday, 27 April 2014

NaPoWriM0 2014 Day Twenty-Seven

Day Twenty-Seven

Wordle 158
Leave, Cheat, Chew, Branch, Channel, Beastly, Few, 
Cancer, Release, Speak, Become, Beading.

Don’t ever leave me please don’t let me go
You know I didn't mean to cheat on you
Across the channel things were oh so slow
Don’t chew me up and spit me out my blue

I took a chance reached for the candle branch
I could become anything if I could fly
Release me from the hold you have carte blanche
Don’t speak to me of debts and courts to try

After all you beat the beastly cancer
And I’m right here with you back by your side
If only I really knew the answer
I do know that there is no place to hide

Under the coffin lid’s old oak beading
The chosen few need no help with reading

My Day Twenty-Seven from 2013 

Saturday, 26 April 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Day Twenty-Six

Day Twenty-Six

Why won’t she talk to me these days no more
Oregon is a long way from Ukraine
UK rain comes and goes comes much more though
Rough as the proverbial bear she waits

It’s Saturday morning time for shopping
Ping pong was never this much fun before
Oregon isn't all that far away

Say something please I’m not out to get you
You’re hurting me so much talk to me please
Easy over girl or sunny side up
Cup of coffee or tea or just some milk

Silk scarves and leather handbags from the shops
She hops along the street but still won’t talk
Walks the other way when she sees me why

 My Day Twenty-Six from 2013

Friday, 25 April 2014

NaPoWwiMo 2014 Day Twenty-Five

Day Twenty-Five

I found her this morning
And lost her this afternoon
Wondering why what went wrong
Wonderful as the sun and the moon

She looked like the real Diddle Dumplink
Even sounded pretty much like her too
Her English was better although I think 
She had to speak rather than teach it too

How could I be so careless what?
To lose such a beautiful bloom
Like bees around a honey pot
Somebody had to get stung soon

Not for the first time in this life
Have I felt the surgeons’ knife

My Day Twenty-Five from 2013

Thursday, 24 April 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Day Twenty-Four

Day Twenty-Four
NaPoWriMo 2014

Please do not smoke talk in the bus station
It is against the law to smoke talk
Smoking talking is a criminal offence
And offenders will be prosecuted

Please do not smoke think in the bus station
It is against the law to smoke think
Smoking thinking is a criminal offence
And offenders will be annihilated 

My Day Twenty-Four from 2013

Wednesday, 23 April 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Day Twenty-Three

Day Twenty-Three
NaPoWriMo 2014

Happy St. Georges Day!

Poetic Flash Fiction in 51 Syllables

Adept, Edible, Viscous

Dawn wanted to buy some edible art for her next dinner party. But when she asked her adept pet robot to go shopping, he refused. 'Dave, make him go!' she begged her husband, who was making a viscous mess.

My Day Twenty-Three from 2013

Tuesday, 22 April 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Day Twenty-Two

Day Twenty-Two
Earth Day

You are my song my sword and my pen
Whenever I call you are there for me
For me again and again forever
Forever and ever amen again

In the wilderness you hold my hand
And your words uplift me when I am dry
Try me I will be with you forever
Forever and ever amen again

Gaining paradise by grace through faith
Faithfully you will return so soon
Sooner or later I’ll be there too
Too many people think the earth is all

Call things from the rooftops if you must
Trust in something someone greater than you

My Day Twenty-Two from 2013

Monday, 21 April 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Day Twenty-One

Day Twenty-One

When Dawn got a postcard from her ex boyfriend; she tried to hide it quick.
‘If Dave finds out about this,’ she told her pet robot, ‘I’ll be done for’.
Too late, Dave was out in the Batmobile loading his Kalashnikov’.

My Day Twenty-One from 2013

Sunday, 20 April 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Day Twenty

Day Twenty

bones, twice, stolen, water, rocking, open, mess,
aches, bridge, sink, sway, limb, sharp

Under the bridge I’d love to meet you again
But what a rotten mess I must confess
Though aches and pains cannot make me complain
You kissed me once you kissed me twice oh yes

Make no bones about it you will be mine
But when you read this letter don’t reply
Rocking back and forth in my arms next time
Under the bridge where jilted lovers cry

What is love if not stolen anyway?
And now’s the time for our love to be bold
The lies you told me once caused me to sway
Limb from limb sink or swim the water’s cold

My open arms are waiting for your love
Please don’t be sharp with me my turtle dove


My Day Twenty from 2013

Saturday, 19 April 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Day Nineteen

Day Nineteen

And now for today’s (optional) prompt. This is a bit silly, but it’s Saturday. I recently got a large illustrated guide to sea shells. There are some pretty wild names for sea shells. Today I challenge you to take a look at the list of actual sea shell names below, and to use one or more of them to write a poem. Your poem doesn't have to be about sea shells at all — just inspired by one or more of the names. Peruvian Hat, Snout Otter Clam, Strawberry Top, Incised Moon, Sparse Dove, False Cup-and-Saucer, Leather Donax, Shuttlecock Volva, Striped Engina, Tricolor Niso, Triangular Nutmeg, Shoulderblade Sea Cat, Woody Canoebubble, Ghastly Miter, Heavy Bonnet, Tuberculate Emarginula, Lazarus Jewel Box, Unequal Bittersweet, Atlantic Turkey Wing. Happy writing!
Here's mine:

Tupelo to Toronto
Torso tattoo
Telephone trio
Tornado too

Torpedo tombolo
Tempo thoro
Tuxedo to tango

Tokyo tomato
Trago telco
Turbo techno
Toledo tondo

Tobacco thereto
Tremolo Tonto
Trigo typo

Two taco Tao
Too taro tho

My day Nineteen from 2013

Friday, 18 April 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Day Eighteen

Day Eighteen

Good Friday

Jesus died for us
Camels through eyes of needles
By the grace of God


My Day Eighteen from 2013

Thursday, 17 April 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Day Seventeen

Day Seventeen

St. George’s Day (Patron saint of England)


Daffodil’s last breath
Siberian Easter wind
Borne again next spring


My Day Seventeen from 2013

Wednesday, 16 April 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Day Sixteen

Day Sixteen

Animate, Impassioned, pervert

Even Bradford looks nice if the sun is shining
But don’t take the bus to the Trafford Centre
To look at the marble floors
And the fossils that they've got there 
Some people say what they need to say
To pervert the course of justice
Perjury was never like that before 
Everywhere looks nice when the sun is shining
Even indoors except for cinemas 
Although it’s cold in the bunker 
They say that something comes before a fall
I think it was pride I hope that doesn't change
The impassioned plea I made to the judge and jury 
I bought some Brooklyn hot and spicy wings
From the nice lady at the street food stall 
To complement the fossils in the marble floor
Not wanting to animate the situation 
Never buy a house when the sun is shining

My Day Sixteen from 2013 

Tuesday, 15 April 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Day Fifteen

Day Fifteen

Dungarees are blue Lily Lily
Ice cream is green
You look so cute Lily Lily
Much like a queen

My Day Fifteen from 2013 

Monday, 14 April 2014

NaPowriMo 2014 Day Fourteen

Day Fourteen

Today’s prompt (optional, as always) is a little something I’m calling “Twenty Questions.” The idea is to write a poem in which every sentence, except for the last one, is in the form of a question. That’s it! It can be as long or short as you like. The questions can be deep and philosophical (‘what is the meaning of life?’) or routine and practical (‘are you going to eat that?’). Or both!
Happy writing!

Here’s mine:

Why do you come home so late at night
Have you got a bunker mentality
Do you believe I'm the metal guru
Are you obsessed with conspiracy theories
When will you tell me the things that you do
Will you come home for Christmas or Easter
Have you got money to pay for my fare
Do you want dinner at my place or yours
Are you a believer or out to deceive
When will you trust in the gods like I do
Will you arrive on the boat or the flight
Have you got answers to all of my questions
Do you want me to bring anything round
Are you in love with the daffs and the daisies
When will you tell me that our love is true
Will you stay over for more than one day
Have you got weapons if we have to fight
Do you want whiskey or beer or wine
Are you the one that is driving me crazy
When will the curry be ready to eat
You know that I love you enjoy this tonight

My Day Fourteen from 2013

Sunday, 13 April 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Day Thirteen

Day Thirteen

The Sunday Whirl – Wordle 155
 Swear Limbo Turns Briefly Chant Wrists Deeply
Moonlit Tumble Gaudy Papers Porcelain

Whatever happened to the porcelain doll?
She won’t be in limbo for long
Somewhere under the Milky Way
She turns briefly and starts to chant
Up out into the cold moonlit night
Her foraged papers would suffice
Madly truly deeply insane
She’ll take a tumble soon I swear
He says rolling up a sleeve
To reveal his gaudy watch

My Day Thirteen from 2013

Saturday, 12 April 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Day Twelve

Day Twelve

Piranha baby
With her pancake face
The bib gang baby
In bandana lace

She drives me crazy
With her yellow skirt
Dotty as Daisy
In her hooded shirt

Pancakes for breakfast
Lunch dinner and tea
She’s growing so fast
My little Lily

My Day Twelve from 2013 

Friday, 11 April 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Day Eleven

Day Eleven
NaPoWriMo 2014

It was like she was walking in the park
Not walking floating just hovering there
In her favourite place smelling the flowers
What colour are daises she asked again

White I told her before she remembered
Yes I can smell the dandelions too
She said and something else painted yellow
That’ll be the daffodils I told her

Wonderful she said looking for mushrooms
Her bottom lip twitching oh so slightly
An air of expectancy on her face
I think I've found a marigold she said

I walked towards the haunted house with her
When I woke up and turned round she was gone

My Day Eleven from 2013 
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