Author Archives: The Febrile Imaginings Of A Cluttered Mind

Off to Looe Island

Off to Looe Island

Off to the island,

an adventure to find;

a voyage by boat;

we love when we float;

(we think)

we wouldn’t like it

if we were to sink.

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In the Garden

In the Garden

On any given Sunday

(for they are truly ‘given’)

you can find a person

(not a parson – they will be in a church)

in the garden;

or, if they are not there,

then they shall be found somewhere else.

I can say no more than this,

as even saying this

has stretched my resources

to near breaking.

PS this is not a poem

(even if it looks like one).

Who Am I?

Who Am I?

Who am I

to spoil

the sanctity

of the unblemished page?

Why, I am the writer…

… of course.

Notice

NOTICE

This is a lamp post,

it is ‘not’ for putting poetry on –

so, please do not do so.

Anyone found putting any sort of poetry

upon this post will be given a long custodial sentence – in prose!

A Day in the Lift?

A Day in the Lift?

Walking out

one Summer morn;

thanking the world

that I’d been born;

I tripped and fell

and broke my arm;

I never thought I’d come to harm;

I got right up

and stumbled on;

until I saw a telethon,

flying low it bit my ear,

will I get well?

I wait to hear.

Returning then

from whence I’d gone,

I walked into a pantechnicon;

it took me then

to who knows where,

and deprived me of my underwear.

Escaping from its evil grasp,

I sought a brooch

and found a clasp;

I held on tight,

with broken arm,

and realised,

to my alarm,

that in the clutches of this thing,

I hadn’t heard the doorbell ring –

I woke to find

my doze had ended,

and so a fire escape

I then befriended.

Followed by a very interesting haiku indeed.

Followed by a very interesting haiku indeed.

Planets crash and burn;

whole galaxies disappear,

populations – just gone.

Not Another Blooming, Boring Haiku!

Not Another Blooming, Boring Haiku!

Haiku should be fun;

with some punctuation, too –

and named sen-ry-u.