Category Archives: words

The Way of the Word (not based upon a play by William Congreve)


The Way of the Word

It is the way of the word
To infuse, confuse and abuse
My mind.

I grasp at it
Then it’s slipped away
This happens a lot each day

I think I have it
And then find out
It’s not ‘the’ word
But ‘a’ word
One of billions
All needles
In haystacks.

A Word (Or Several) to the Wise.


I want to find
A raspberry in February
That the moon ‘is’ made of cheese
Beggars can be choosers
And that up is down once in a while.

The ‘norm’ is not definitive;
Expect the expected
To unexpectedly not happen;
Cast your pearls behind swine
Fail to do that stitch
Not in the nick of time.

When all is said and done
Nothing left to chance
And we have all been led a merry dance
Let us honour our forbears
And look to the future
And the past? it shall come to pass.

So, at the going down of the Sun
Remember them. They might not remember us; but, that’s not the point

Of a broken pencil.
And there is no use crying
Even over spilt milk, spilt ink
Or split peas.

Hope this helps.

We Do What We Can


We do what we can
Sometimes that relates to little
Or nothing
But we have something
When we do words.

Please Move Along – Nothing To See Here!

move along!

move along!

These words do not exist
There is nothing here to see
Please move along
Forget about me
Nothing of any substance
To be read
In this place
And in the space
Of worthy words
Are these
That I have hired to look
After the page where they may go…

Was that money well spent?

NB Rush Words is where I just write short, sharp stuff – not too deep, not too much editing – it just is. G:)

Have I the Words? The Sequel!


Have I? Really?

Now that my travails are done
And I can relax into my writing state
What do I have to say?

How went my day?

It was nothing spectacular
And will be remembered for but a short while
Not that we need fireworks all the time
(That would soon leave me feeling numb)
Or constant laughter
(Liken that to living life in an asylum)

No, simple smiles
And warm thoughts of home
Are the order of the day;
Give me peace and love
And an inner happiness
That shields my heart from harm;
Then all will be good.

NB Please have a read of the original ‘Have I the Words?’ to be found at:

Thank you G:)

How I Write (six minutes of time well spent?)

Let's not be hasty...

360 seconds…

(Start 21:59)

I write as I see fit

I don’t put extremes of thought into it

I just let the words flow

And see where they go

Which means that they surprise me sometimes

More often than not

What I write has ‘some’ quality in it

Just a bit


If I have some luck with the flow.

Sometimes, the rhymes are cool

Often they make me out to be a fool

Who doesn’t know the Arsenal from the group Elbow

It goes to show that I am shallow and fleeting

Not a proper poet who confers the greeting of peers

Whose fears at their vulnerability

Are not threatened by my limited ability;

Hence, my agility in writing  at speed

Will lead to the above…

And when push comes to shove…

Can I write a proper poem?

Well, if I had to.


(End 22:05)

Rush Words (rashly spoken)

Let's not be hasty...

Let’s not be hasty…

Everybody says “Less is more.”
(Well, more or less everybody says it.)
I say: “The moral is in the lesson.”
And then wish that I hadn’t.

Poetry Lists (this way and that)

Nancy Mack's poem

Nancy Mack’s poem

Poetry Lists

Top of my list:
‘Things to do’
Okay, it actually says:
‘Other’ things than that to do.

Lists to starboard
Lists to port
Lists of things to do and sort
And I sort of know that the ‘things’
‘Are’ important…
But… I have a poem inside my head
And, that will not do
To leave it there, unwritten, not said
It seems, I think, rather unfair,
Doesn’t it often seem just like that to you?

I’ll just write it down
And then get on with the ‘important?’ things.
But, I just need to read it out
(To see if it works)
To measure how smoothly or not
The rhythm flows – or if it…
I’ll just spend a little time upon the…
Rhyme! Yes, that’s the word.
Because, if I didn’t it may sound quite absurd
When I come to read it out loud for the very first…
Ah… I have already used ‘time’ as an end of line rhyme;
And, for that matter, I’ve used ‘rhyme’ too.
You see, it’s things like that
That can make you look a fool
When you are sloppy with a poetry rule.
But, rules are for fools;
Bend them
And break them
Mix up your metaphors;
Similes: shake them;
like a poet upon a paper C;
With ink of inkspiration
Creating words for your cup of tea.



At the top of my ‘To Do’ list

are the words ‘Write’ and ‘Poetry’

(it’s what the poems insist).