Monthly Archives: July 2018

The Sentry

The sentry in red

was easily bled

by an arrow

I fired from my bow.


Haiku has one eye,

Vega has no eyes at all;

How badly eye spell.















“Mediaeval Meditation, Anybody?”

I went on a Mediaeval Meditation Course when I was younger.

Obviously It was when I was younger – I am older now.

Gregorian chanting ruled the day;

we sang along in a plain, songy way.

In dingy dungeons – for ambience – we killed off all semblance of a pure silence;

rising and falling as the mood of the mode took us,

tailing off a moment too late, and not a moment too soon.

We howled at the Moon –

as you do –

and our voices reached out for sympathy,

or empathy,

or just a taste of freedom.

Seldom have been heard

such abuses of the song-sung word.

I shall return again one day,

unless the town council still have their say.

My Multiverse (and maybe yours).

My Multiverse Poem

Being a poem about the Multiverse,

not a poem with lots of verses.



Let’s go.

The Multiverse is a wondrous place,

or places, as places go.

It’s everything and more,

and so much more,

it’s everywhere I want to go.

‘Tea, Tee, and T-prompt’ for LindaGHill’s #SoCS.

Tee Tea and T- SoCS (see Linda’s post for Details Here).

“It’s Tee-time!” He called.

Quickly ditching his tie and day-Old shirt, he popped on a Pink Floyd Tee-shirt.

Hailing from the 1980s – him and the Tee-shirt – it was a bit faded and had one or two moth-holes in one or two places. But, still, there was mileage in it.

André walked out of the office and into the world of rock. Well, ROCK!!!! If you must have the detail emphasised. Although some would say Prog-Rock was not their cup of tea, André loved the syncopated rhythms and lengthy instrumental passages more than almost anything.

He had enjoyed early T-Rex when he was growing up (when they were called Tyrannosaurus Rex and Steve Peregrine Took was a member along with Marc Bolan.

And André had even named his firstborn Debora – his son would never forgive him for that – and his secondborn Marcia – a girl this time.

Pink Floyd was something else. Another Brick in the Wall was soon playing and being sung by André the busker. *

*My 10-minute timer went off here.

The Collective Nuns

There was a group of collective nuns standing outside of the Everytown Bank; they were rattling their tins and rosaries in a sort of beatbox style.

I don’t know what the collective noun is for a group of collective nuns; but, I’m sure that it’s something like a ‘habitual’ of collective nuns, or the like.