A Romp at Midnight
Oh I do like to roll among the leavesUnclothed, I feel such a teaseEspecially at night and under the moonWhen he says… ‘Oh babe it’ll have to be soon’ Tonight is the night, we can’t wait any moreAnd how he…
Pickering
Welcome to Pickering, a small market townOn the edge of the North Yorkshire Moors.In summer the coaches come crawling in,On magical mystery tours.There’s plenty to eat, as cafés abound,Fresh produce available too.And if it turns cold, buy a cardi or…
Published
I don’t do drugsI don’t backcomb my hairI don’t want to be famousBut it just isn’t fair I’m too bloody oldAnd nobody caresI write poems for funThat I now want to share The publishers tell meThat I’m far too oldThey…
Blondie
I love skinny blondes, and I also love brunettesThe only trouble is I haven’t met the right one yetMaybe it’s a redhead, who will come and steal my heartOr a silver haired old lady, looking for a brand-new start Dating…
The Welder
There was a man from ScotlandBorn in Glasgow by the seaHis given name was William,A Big Yin, wild and free He told stories from his homelandDressed up like the PopeMade us cry with laughterGave sad wee bastards hope Sang songs…
Family
I chose my family carefully.Not because of some ascribed bloodline that I had no say in.I chose them, as they chose me, because we care about each other.Nothing so disingenuous as love.We have seen ourselves and each other.At our best.Our…
A bit of Magic
We all like magicBut, Sylvesters show was tragicWhen he tried to make his sister disappearThere were many loud bangsBright lights, and several clangsAnd all they ever foundWas his left shoe and her right ear. PJ.© 2024
Taste the Nectar
The breath of learned scholars wash over the youngAs they sit in rows, on seats of wisdom,Transfixed with ideologies of their teachers,Strangled in their youth, as creeping bindweed kills a delicate flower.Our existence is, but a speck of time, our…
🔉Black Cloak
I’ve fallen out of favour.I don’t know what to do.My overlords of high esteem.Have left me all a-blue. I tried my best, I really did.Despite the vague instruction.I manned the trench, whilst others fell.And witnessed their destruction. “Healer-priest thy role…
Yorkshire Folk
I never enjoy being enjoyableIt seems too much effort to meI’d much rather sit watching tellyAlone with a big pot of tea Maybe it’s ‘cos I’m from YorkshireWe’re known to be miserable getsMy friend who comes from NewcastleSays, there’s really…