Monthly Archives: August 2017

The One-Man Looe-Loving Ukulele Band (a song)

Banjo Pier Postcard

The One-Man Looe-Loving Ukulele Band
He would appear 

(He would appear)

On the Banjo Pier

With his little ukulele in his hand.

And he would play

(How he would play)

From the early morn

To the end of the day

(He was)

Just a one-man Looe-loving ukulele band.

Just a one-man Looe-Loving ukulele band.

3 Flash Fiction Stories (that didn’t quite work for me)

I was writing some 100 words stories to send off as submissions  – I ended up with 3 that I liked (one of which I really liked) I can’t put those three here, but these three were part of the process. I shall let you know how the other do. In the meantime, please consider these. Thank you for reading. G:)
Maiden Flight?
The flight had been uneventful; take off, flight, landing; without a hint of trouble – a veritable first for us.
The reception committee was eagerly awaiting us; waving flags, cheering; the band were playing ‘Nearer My God To Thee’ (which I considered highly inappropriate on one level) with that ‘slightly out of tune’ sound that only amateur bands can truly catch; and my proud father stood there waiting to reclaim his prodigal son.
“I’d just like to say a few words…” said the mayor. The rest was lost as I hugged Father – leaving Orville to receive the crowd’s acclaim.
Buried Treasure
In a field (approximately half an acre in size), near to where I live, there is a treasure buried.
This treasure has been there for many years (not centuries, for the detectorists would have surely found it); but, will remain there for only a few hours more.
Its discovery will cause much grief and the reawakening of old wounds; one person will die later today unknowing of the truth that is soon to be unearthed – in what may be thought of as a lucky escape.
I am going to find, here, what has long been thought lost forever.
Reverse Time Scheme.
Heading into the sunset. Farewells. Time to go. Calm after the storm. A reviewing of the outcome. I think that we won. The battle ends. The battle in full fury.

The battle begins. Is there no other course of action? The combatants approach the field of battle. We must fight! Honour has been challenged. The meeting. The day dawns. The little sleep I have is troubled by dark dreams. 

We try to sleep. There are no more preparations. 
We hear our sworn enemy camps nearby.
We reach the river, and I camp the army for the night.

Ritu’s ‘Poetic RITUals’

A screenshot of part of my Kindle library

There upon my virtual bookcase

In fine company you stand;

Positioned there in pride of place,

My choicest morsels all close to hand.

PS if you click the link below Ritu’s book is available ‘free’ for a limited time from tomorrow. G:)

Poetic RITUals

Just A Phew Words?

My insecurities

Lay with me last night 

Kept me too warm

Held me too tight

Talked to me all through

The long, long night

As I lay there

As ‘we’ lay there

And all was not right;

Eye to eye –

And I could only dream of sleep.

Poetic RITUals – Birthday Giveaway!

Just spreading the word of Ritu (as requested) G:)

Gull Songs for Looe

Okay, I’ve had so many requests for some more song titles for Looe that I put pen to paper and here is this week’s top ten in the Looe Song Chart
At no. 10:

‘My Gull’ by The Temptations
Straight in at no. 9:
‘Waiting For A Gull Like You’ by Foreigner
Down 3 at no. 8:
‘Some Gulls’ by Racey
Non-mover at no. 7:

‘My Best Friend’s Gullfriend’ by The Cars
In at no. 6: 

‘Gulls Just Wanna Have Fun’ by Cindy Lauper
Up 2 to no. 5:

‘It’s Different For Gulls’ by Joe Jackson
Steady at no.4: 

‘Gulls & Buoys’ by Blur
Into the top three:
No. 3:

‘Gulls Talk’ by Dave Edmunds
At No.2 for the second week: 

‘The Gull From Ipanema’ by Frank Sinatra
And still topping the chart: ‘Fat-Bottomed Gulls’ by Queen.
Come back next week and see a completely new chart of Looe Songs.

Aloysius (al-a-WISH-es) Washes Dishes – a Song.

(Sing this) 

Aloysius washes dishes

When the time is good

If they are dirty

He gets shirty

As anybody would.
Aloysius washes dishes, 

Cleans up all his plates;

Even when he’s at the footie

Cheering with his mates:
(Football Chant)

“We all agree, 

Fairy Liquid is magic!”

In Xanadu did…

In Xanadu did Kubla KhanA mighty pleasuredome decree…

And that is about all that I can remember

Of that classic piece of poetry.
There was something about ‘Alf’ and some ‘caverns’

But, I will have to look the poem up

To see what it was all about;

And, no doubt,

I shall learn it well

Before the next time

Kubla Khan I have to tell.

PS that last bit may be ironic – it just may. G:)

a typewriter poem (translated)

I type these words

And make mistakes

(As I often do when talking).
However, I can always

Edit my typing before I present it;

Whereas, when I have said something bad

I may have cause to resent it.
NB my typing is not the best.

Closed For Business (is writing ‘business’?)

The sign says ‘closed’

‘Back Soon’

‘Gone to ground’

‘Visiting the Moon’

‘Out to Lunch’

‘Investigating a hunch’


‘Eating “crunch!” ‘

And other fun things.
But, I’ll be back tout suite

Or sooner

Or not

I have lots of stuff to do

Though, I don’t know what –

Should have made a list

Checked it twice

And found out who’s

The next Doctor.
Anyway, please amuse yourselves

Whilst I am away

And I hope, then,

That the Sun will have shone.


I’ll be back


In the future


Most definitely;

When all the past has gone.