Quodlibet

My friend Darlene treated me to wonderful gift today: she drove me into Bellevue for a pedicure.  My feet were washed, pumiced, massaged ...

Eliot's an idiot If he thinks April stinks. I like April. I get to write poems  Tapping away without a care in the world beyond Scaring ...

First, you take a twinkle in God's eye. I don't know, perhaps being the Only One was Too lonely, even for a Deity. So ... I...

Flat-As-A-Pancake Day, bereft Of froth and babble full of dread Mundane work-a-day SOMETHING must be done! Let's do it! Smile....

Love popped his head round the door. "Hi!" He said, and, "May I?" Pointing to the bed. "YOU!" I laugh...

I have an Idle Moment, before a very busy week, which I am spending  riffling through my anthology of poems, seeking one I might post. I fel...

On my mind I am going to tell you what I have been about. No need to brace yourself, it is mundane stuff, but, Deserving, I think, of record...

The Elopement What a kuffufle: Hear the tirade! The chef's ran off with the scullery-maid! Her Ladyship's fainted, and when she come...

"Inspiration is for amateurs. Professionals turn up and do a day's work."  So here I am, a newly-turned  professional poet, sh...

    Still Raining   My window looks in on me Still raining. OK, I like the rain, apart from it being cold and wet: Those attributes I am not...

I haven't written a poem about Damon Runyon This, is an omission, so Without his permission, (being impossible to obtain because Nothing...

Squirrel Time They they were, the little buggers, Clasping - whatever - Acorns and whatnot - Between tiny paws and SCAMPERING  Hither and -w...

Which is when I ALWAYS remember MicroblogMondays! Thank you Mel and fellow bloggers for all your support. Today, a poem:   I dreamed I live...

28th October 2015   Have you noticed how the colour of the morning is yellow Now that the days are shorter and the sun hangs low in the sky...

1. The King Sleeps I will mine the agony of my God with a pick and a lamp. I will hew the stones and teach them to cry ‘Hosanna!’ I will fas...

You have to remember You're a POET and Stop rooting about on the Internet for - oh whatever - Forever. Time, some would say, To sit wit...

One Mine me then, O God: Cry "Tarrah!!" When the treasure that I Am Reveals itself - and l, (you know me) Turn in wonder and say,...