I’m “King of the fishers” and this is my patch
I skim over the water to retrieve my catch
My feathers sparkle in the morning sun
Another day’s fishing has begun.
I put up a sign to let anglers see
This river is mine and the fish will feed me
The fishing rights have been mine for all of my time
So I’ll ask you politely, Please observe the sign.
Jenny Hamon
Valentine - Drew H.W.
As you rightly know, it’s that time of year
That some do enjoy and others do fear.
For hundreds of days (and some sleepless nights)
I’ve targeted you right bang in my sights.
The safety is off and the chamber is full
The trigger is trembling, just ready to pull.
As I start to aim, I put in my trust
That you will be hit by my bullet of lust!
Drew H.W.
That some do enjoy and others do fear.
For hundreds of days (and some sleepless nights)
I’ve targeted you right bang in my sights.
The safety is off and the chamber is full
The trigger is trembling, just ready to pull.
As I start to aim, I put in my trust
That you will be hit by my bullet of lust!
Drew H.W.
Atrophy: Ended & Begun - Alec Jackson
all signs of atrophy have abated,
the symptom; love, that coud be sated.
that we two should remain apart
will be less craft and more art,
to act this out, my Lear.
success? what I fear.
my hope to fail
to foresake,
ever,
ache.
Alec Jackson
the symptom; love, that coud be sated.
that we two should remain apart
will be less craft and more art,
to act this out, my Lear.
success? what I fear.
my hope to fail
to foresake,
ever,
ache.
Alec Jackson
Creatures - John E Blaise
“Would you like a cup of tea dear”
A lizard sprawled out on top of a sun-bed
Spoon fed, emotionally bled dry
Half dead ready to shed another skin.
Squinting in the bright sun more lizards
Some with failing eyesight, afraid of sunlight
Sleep all day awake at night
Heavy breathing and sighing, crying and dying,
Slowly dunking digestive biscuits into a white teacup.
Lizards wearing straw sun hats and flat caps
Sitting knitting or hands placed on laps.
Sun beating down on dry scaly skin
Bodies all limp and thin,
Some walk across the manicured lawn
Short legs, bent backs, faces drawn
Anxious to enjoy the afternoon sun.
Lizards everywhere in the grounds of a nursing home,
“Would you like another cup of tea dear”.
John E Blaise
A lizard sprawled out on top of a sun-bed
Spoon fed, emotionally bled dry
Half dead ready to shed another skin.
Squinting in the bright sun more lizards
Some with failing eyesight, afraid of sunlight
Sleep all day awake at night
Heavy breathing and sighing, crying and dying,
Slowly dunking digestive biscuits into a white teacup.
Lizards wearing straw sun hats and flat caps
Sitting knitting or hands placed on laps.
Sun beating down on dry scaly skin
Bodies all limp and thin,
Some walk across the manicured lawn
Short legs, bent backs, faces drawn
Anxious to enjoy the afternoon sun.
Lizards everywhere in the grounds of a nursing home,
“Would you like another cup of tea dear”.
John E Blaise
The Little Café - Holly Jones
The little café is across the street
It’s not too far so use your feet
Service with a smile is what they say
They won’t mind so stay all day
Make yourself at home bring a book or your phone
Once your there you won’t want to come home
They serve Breakfast, lunch and even tea
Brilliant views right near the sea
Outside seating for that summer breeze
once you see there cakes you will be begging on your knees
So when you think about the little café
Remember that smile because that’s what they say!
Holly Jones
It’s not too far so use your feet
Service with a smile is what they say
They won’t mind so stay all day
Make yourself at home bring a book or your phone
Once your there you won’t want to come home
They serve Breakfast, lunch and even tea
Brilliant views right near the sea
Outside seating for that summer breeze
once you see there cakes you will be begging on your knees
So when you think about the little café
Remember that smile because that’s what they say!
Holly Jones
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