Blue Suede Shoes
Blue Suede Shoes – Pat Barnett Blue Suede Shoes Pat Barnett Hannah carried a tray of glasses from the bar and gave Dan a wink. “Jan tells me she’s just sold the last four tickets for Saturday night.” “Every table…
We Never Saw The Dangers
We Never Saw the Dangers – Lillian Bradbury We Never Saw The Dangers we never saw the dangers at the local corner shop Sherbet lemons, treacle toffee and scrumptious lollipops. Barley sugars, tangy chews, liquorice fantastic – Now pearly whites…
Catalepsy
Catalepsy – PJ Catalepsy Schrödinger’s cat sits in a box If we can’t see it, It may be lost Is it alive or is it dead We don’t really know Because it’s never said Better leave it alone and never…
Vampirica
Vampirica – by PJ Whispers of the Deep vampirica by PJ My friend Patricia turns eighty today She doesn’t like birthdays So that is OK We’re not going to celebrate She don’t want a fuss I think this is because…
A Quintessential English Evening
By Lillian Bradbury Hundreds of two-legged creatures walking in a continuous line and trudging across fields in various states of dress. Some wearing long flowing gowns with flowers in their hair. Some wearing crisp white shirts beneath dinner jackets, a…
The Coach Holiday Disaster
By Lillian Bradbury The Coach Holiday Disaster ‘Well she’s not our age. Do you know her?’‘Nope, never seen ‘er ‘afore.’‘By, look at them ills.’‘Aye. Ow do you suppose they built them dry stone walls right up there?’‘Well graft lad. Ard…
🔉 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
🔉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…