Monthly Archives: November 2016

Chalk it up to experience.


We are walking
We are talking
We are chalking up experiences
Upon the blackboards of our lives

And as our future lessens
We must cast away digressions
With our selves we seek expressions
And not all that cut are knives.

Nil By Mouth


Nil by mouth
No words
Neither North nor South
No sense
No sentence
No sentience
No conscience.

And that’s not saying much
If anything
At all
And there is no writing
Written upon the wall
And pride doesn’t come before fall
In my dictionary.

A small offering


You are having a laugh
That’s not my giraffe
It’s not even a real giraffe
And that tacky enamel
Is upsetting my camel
And here I end this paragraph.

A record up the pop charts

I shall put this here and see what happens. G:)



I wrote a song about a pop tart
To try and get into the pop chart
The song wasn’t very good
It was not about the hood
And so it didn’t really sell

I changed the tune a bit
To try and get myself a hit
And added some cool words
To try and win some cool awards
But, that didn’t work too well

I got a girl band to sing it
For so emotionally they’d wring it
But, we didn’t make a video
Which, made the song a no go
And as current as William Tell

So, we made a video and mimed
And a few lines never rhymed
With poor lip-sync it was a crime
And we shoulda coulda woulda took our time
But we rushed
And were singing when we shoulda woulda coulda hushed.

So, we gave it up
And we all got proper jobs
And kept…

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Your Poem?


Consider the possibility
That this poetry
Was written with you in mind.

You may find that the words
Don’t fit
A bit
And some of the sentiment
May be more sediment
Than is usual
But, at a casual glance
There is a small chance
That the poem may bear a vague resemblance to you.

But, put all that to one side
And think with pride
That you have been written about
And should be smitten
No doubt
Even though the poem may be without
The style and pout
That is your calling card.

Look what you have inspired;
I hope that it is all you desired
Or, perhaps I should be fired.

Just a thought…

I don’t know whyBut it seems to me

(And perhaps you agree)

That German children are kinder nowadays…

Or is that how things always used to be?

Moving Voices on a Friday Night


I move my voice
On a Friday night
Any other night
Just don’t seem right
And I move it here
At this Art House place
And whilst moving my voice
I also move my face

Move those voices
All around
If there weren’t any moving Voices…
There wouldn’t be a sound
Moving Voices (make a sound)
Moving Voices (in the round)

In a Round:
Moving Voices falling
Words and songs are calling
Poems, stories, dialogues
Use that voice to
Move them all around.