Monthly Archives: March 2015

The Weekend Is Here!


The ‘Weekend’ is here;

Saturday, and then Sunday;

Make the most of them.

Not forgetting that

Friday evening also

Is part of the fun.

Friday Flash – Shattered

Feeling shattered? Write about that! G:)

Thursday Thoughts


Thursday, it is;
It was so before;
It shall be again;
The sequence never ends.
Though it probably will…
One day
Possibly, on a Thursday.

Well, that was pretty cheery;
Sets us up for a right song and a dance does that poem.

It may be thought, or said,
That, perhaps, one of us got out of the wrong side of the bed this morning;
I am but pondering upon the day, today
A Thursday;
As poets are wont to do.

That’s as maybe; but, I don’t want some old, outdated, anachronism of a poet telling me it’s going to be Apocalypse Thursday!

I use the poetic devices to show
What may be (IMO)
At the heart of a ‘possible’ Thursday In an unwritten play
Where you and I may not even exist;
Not characters on a Dramatis Personae list.

A lot of tosh and nonsense; that’s all ‘I’ have to say; so, take your quill and parchment; your blotter and your ink;
and leave me here to rest in peace; so I can hear my words to myself think

Good riddance and good day!

Ode to an id


Ode to an id

Oh, minutiae;
Smallest measure, I espy;
With my little i.

Avery and Blenda


Avery: I just can’t wait; I’ve been counting the minutes.

Blenda: How long left to go?

A: I don’t know that.

B: But, you said you’ve been counting the- oh! have you been counting ‘up’ the minutes?

A (questioningly): Yes, why?

B: How many minutes so far?

A: Fifteen thousand, nine-hundred and seventy-three.

B: That’s – hold on – sixty minutes in an hour; six-hundred in ten hours; multiply by ten; add the first number you thought of; multiply by three; lose a couple of thou; take away all the odd numbers between one and twenty (inclusive); then take away the sum of all the even numbers between one and twenty (inclusive); lose a couple and take one for luck; that should give a total of… eleven days, two hours… and thirteen minutes!

A: Oh! That’s a long time to wait.

B: And increasing… by the minute.

A: Should I start counting down?

B: If you like.

A: Will it help?

B: I don’t know; how long did you have to wait in the first place?

A: Well… it was Tuesday lunchtime when I started; it should be Saturday afternoon when we meet again.

B: Luckily for you… it’s Saturday afternoon now.

A: It is?

B: Yup!

A: So, we are meeting today…?

B: Yup!

A: Now…?

B: Yup!

A: Here…?

B: Right here; right now!

A: Yay!

B: Hi.

A: Hello, Blenda, how have you been?

B: Good and some; have you been waiting long? No, don’t answer that – I think I can guess.

A: That’s ’cause your the brains of this outfit…

B: And you are the beauty.

A: Perfect, then.

B: Guess so.

A: Know so.

The Power of Humor… Quotes

Funny is… essential G:)

Felicity Johns

I think about humor a lot. I also take it for granted a lot, until I come upon someone in my daily life who has none – who knows neither how to accept it or express it. And I feel the worst for those people. What must their life be like without laughter? And is it life that killed their humor, or humor that killed their life?

This persona that is Felicity would probably like you to think she’s always serious, brooding, ever-sultry… a simmering sexpot with come hither eyes who only smiles when presented with a cock. I don’t equate funny with sex. You can’t be sexy while laughing at (or telling) a dumb joke-at least, a woman can’t. Yet humor is the first thing that draws me to a male. Funny men are sexy. This is just me, in my mind, how I perceive these weird roles and…

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Poetry Rules



Poetry Rules!

Your words must rhyme
93% of the time;
Or not at all.

You must speak in a ‘Poetic’ voice;
On this, you have ‘no’ choice.

You must compare one thing to another;
But, only if you do it well.

You can, and it is highly recommended, use ‘pathos’ and ‘bathos’ but, not at the same time.

You must use part-rhymes, half-rhymes, exact-rhymes, lack-of-tact rhymes, and the like, at some point in your poetic career.

You must confuse similes and metaphors on a regular basis.

You must emulate Keats, Shelley, Byron, McGonagal and Shakespeare on Thursdays.

Having written your lengthy ‘Ode to a Cross-Threaded Wingnut’ you should recite it at festivals, wakes, barmitzvahs and Baby Showers with little regard to its reception and the fact that you may not have been invited in the first place.

Short poems should only be recited in groups of twenty or more.

Your best words in a poem should be emphasised at a level incongruous to the rest of the poem.

Translate some of your poems into Swedish and make up sub-titles for them (in Dutch).

But, most of all…


You must not follow rules.