‘Wonky Words’ and ‘The Warm Yellow Custard Lake (and other stories)

Posted on April 12, 2023 by | 7 comments

Plus, some of my e-books are now available on Amazon – just seek Graeme Sandford there and you shall find them/ G:)

Just to let you know that ‘Wonky Words’ and ‘The Warm Yellow Custard Lake (and other stories) are now available on Kindle and as a paperback from Amazon.

My latest (mainly poetry) poetry book ‘Wonky Words’ is raising funds for @TheSanctuaryAngels who provide Angel Grants to sanctuaries, animal shelters (and the like) all around the world.

Almost 90 pieces of hand-crafted work are within. Some of my photographs, and a few of my drawings accompanying the words – but don’t let my artwork put you off.

‘The Warm Yellow Custard Lake (and other stories)’ shows how my mind works when a short story is the thing, Many stories upon many diverse subjects. There should be something here to suit every taste – and there be a dragon, too!

Please check them out at Amazon, download a free sample, write me a letter of complaint, go for a walk, be your own best friend, hug a toy hippo (real ones are a bit large for hugging).

Here is the link for ‘Wonky Words’: https://amzn.eu/d/gfAes71

and here is a link for ‘The Warm Yellow Custard Lake (and other stories)’: https://amzn.eu/d/cpUqPN4

Take care as you read; but, most of all… read

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‘Thinking of visiting Looe?’

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I do – all the time.

Then again,

I do visit Looe, I do.

Lots.

Time and time again,

in the sun

and in the rain.

It’s a very nice thing to do –

to visit Looe.

Do you?

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I heard a seagull

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I heard a seagull,

on the television,

in a documentary about the Summer

of ‘39,

before war came.

.

The seagull’s voice

sounded the same

as those I heard

a few days back

upon the seafront

in Looe, Cornwall.

.

The people on the screen

must have sensed the coming woes,

as around the world – so the story goes –

tensions rose.

‘39, before my time,

and not to be trivialised

by my putting it into rhyme.

.

The seagull’s voice called,

‘Chips!’ or ‘Dogs!’

not ‘War!’

And afterwards, it cried,

‘What was all that fighting for?’

A seagull’s voice

signifying…?

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East Looe Badriomaku

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(Using the 2-3-5-1-5-4-5 syllable count)

East Looe

on Sunday,

with the sun shining

bright,

and people milling

on the quayside

enjoying the day.

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Ostensibly

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Can

‘You’

sensibly

put ‘ostensibly’

into a sentence, today?

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The Thirty Nine-Steps

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Mathematically…

… two hundred and seventy steps,

when you punctuate

in the way that I have.

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East Looe, Twenty, Twenty-Four

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East Looe, twenty, twenty four;

there was you,

and me,

and a few people more –

all milling about

in search of something…

or other.

.

I believe I saw

a great-uncle

and a maiden-aunt;

two nephews and a niece,

and some kind of brother;

but not a single white elephant.

Maybe I also saw

some grand-daughters,

though it’s hard to be sure

as it’s all just a theory

of relativity

to me.

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A goose in a flooce

Posted on May 12, 2024 by | 1 comment

A goose in a flooce

is not the same

as geese in fleeces.

You heard it here first.

Well, to be correct,

you read it here first.

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The day of the Sun

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The day of the Sun

Well, it’s cloudy,

and colder than yesterday,

but that’s okay,

it’s still Sunday.

Things to do

places to go,

people to see;

coffee to drink,

thoughts Sri think,

and seasides to walk beside.

Sure sounds like a Sunday to me.

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The Seventh Planet

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The Seventh Planet

“So, you’re the Seventh Planet?”

“Yes, I am. Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, then me, followed by Neptune.”

“Why do they call you ‘The Seventh Planet?”

“Because, from the Sun, I am the Seventh of the eight planets. Pluto was in the mix for a while, but… well, I don’t really know what happened to Pluto – might have run off after a ball or something.”

“Don’t you have a name? All the other planets have names.”

“George.”

“Really?”

“Yes, named after Herschel, my discoverer’s, patron, King George the Third.”

“So, we have Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, George, and Neptune?”

“That’s right.”

“Perhaps we could make an acronym up to help remember that order.”

“That would be good.”

“M. V. E. M. J. S. G. N!”

“How about: Many. Velociraptors. Eat. Men. Just. Seven. Gnaw. Noodles.”

“Perfect.”

“Yes, I thought so.”

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de ganzenfanfare

Posted on May 11, 2024 by | Leave a comment

Geese,

from all corners of the round(ish) Earth

gather to march in line.

Which is fine.

For, a goose has to do

what a goose has to do –

even if it makes little sense

to a mongoose,

or a non-goose like me,

or you.

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