🔉Never Mind
By PJ It is the strangest thing, but I strongly believe that I have lived a past life.I can’t remember all the details. The memories are a little fuzzy. It feels sometimes as if they are within reach, then in…
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🔉 The Drive Home
By PJ Hi, my name is Charlie, and I live in New Jersey. I’m on my way home, on my own, in my brand-new Buick, listening to the radio. I look forward to this time of day. I get some…
The Perfect Plan to Lose All of Your Friends
By PJ I didn’t really have a perfect plan to lose my friends.It just worked out that way. When I sit and think about it, none of what happened can be ascribed to being entirely my fault. Some of the…
🔉 Vampirica
"Vampirica" is a playful and mysterious poem by PJ about Patricia, an enigmatic figure who seems to defy time and human conventions. With hints of gothic intrigue, nocturnal habits, and an eerie connection to Whitby, this poem weaves humor and dark fantasy into a lighthearted yet compelling narrative. Vampire #GothicPoetry #DarkHumor #Poetry #Supernatural #Nocturnal #Whitby #Mystery #PJPoems #ModernPoetry #DarkFantasy
🔉Wot I Wrote!
The Future is a Blank Page As I start to write this I am staring at a blank page I have written many pages before this one Some good, some bad, some immaterial, many that are best forgotten ALL are…
Poem “Home”
Home. The Rye runs into the DerwentThe Derwent flows down to the seaThis land, these rivers, this RyedaleThese are the heart of me. My life moves forward, and I move alongBut Ryedale comes right along with meThis land holds my…
🔉Profesinal
I am a profesinal sine riterI lernt it from the intanetI doesn’t hav a proper jobI won it in a bet I had to lern to spelWhen riting on the wallI just carnt seem to get no wrkNo one evr…
🔉 Pro Me
A profoundness of profundityis messing with my lifeAn intenseness of intensityis causing me such strife Non- viable viabilitiesare clouding my decisionsTo chart a course and plan my wayrequires much precision My indecision is divisivemy compass doesn’t workI’m secure in insecuritylost…
🔉 Booming
I’m a retired baby boomerWho’s looking for a lifeI never seem to get aheadMy life is full of strife The wife she went and left meMy son has moved back inMy investments fell right through the floorI’ve put retirement in…
Yorkie Bar
Don’t come to Yorkshire, it’s a terrible placeFull of flat caps who get reet in yer faceIt’s cold and it’s wet and dirty as hellAnd the countryside’s full of such god-awful smells The people are dreadful and don’t like strangersIf…