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Hanging out in Mar-a-Lago, nowthat’s cool:somebody told me it should beLago-a-Marthat’s what will happen to Florida;haven’t a clue what she meantand she certainly didn’t have a pussy worth grabbingwomen like that should not be seen or heardthe rest of women should only be seen:You hear me, boys?Me, a loser?How much are you worth?How many golf... Continue Reading →
Today, Aussie Poet and regular guest contributor Don Matthews of The Flippant, Comic, and Serious is bemoaning the destruction of paradise in the name of progress, touring the constipations, and reflecting on the contrasts between the flippant and serious sides of his poetry. Grab yourself a 'tinny' and to enjoy the show, but don't get... Continue Reading →
It's going to have to be black becauseblack tastes of late Octobernot all-black, of coursefor all-black is not a colour butan absence:Inky black spills into my mind on days when the sun won't shineinky black is for 'I' as in (Mood) Indigo:here we go, down the whirlpool of the sensesinky-black, squid-ink taste words on the... Continue Reading →
To the tune of Londonderry Air. Warning! Contains strong language and political themes: Oh Donny boy,The blatant lies you’re tellingStink to high heavenAnd right back down to hell: You claim it’s fraudIs that a rat I’m smelling?You say it’s fixedBut that you’ve won as well; And I’ll be damnedIf I hear one more slanderUpon the... Continue Reading →
Today I bring you another 3 poems from Aussie Poet Don Matthews of The Flippant, Comic, and Serious. Don is a regular contributor to this site, and he writes poetry which is often of a humorous bent, but with a serious twist. Visit his site to find out more! This week, Don is inspired by... Continue Reading →
Hostilities suspended for a few hours:hostility ofself-against-self;of inner darkness versus inner light;of the Devil whispering in my ear‘What if?’ What if today, I just embrace the moment? What if just for today, I hold my children extra tight?What if I kiss their honey-hair and focus on the love of livingembracing every single star out shining in the... Continue Reading →
Quick coffee and thenclean the toiletquick coffee and then wash the clothes Quick coffee andkeep everybody happyquick coffee, doas every woman does: What of my dreamsand my desireswhich would read something like this? Quick coffee andwrite poetryquick coffee and thenread all morning long: Quick coffee, kiss the childrenquick coffee, wipe their faces cleanquick coffee, try to focus... Continue Reading →
The way you think it is is not the way it is at all:We see through a glass darkly; we barely see beyond the veil. The doors of our perception dimmedby dullness of the daily grindsometimes a chink in the armour of agesshows us the light within, behind. There are more things in heaven and earthand... Continue Reading →
A lifetime's quest, or thatof half a life at leastwas born the day I firstclimbed Hampsfell. Lookout point on the CartmelPeninsula, high above Grange-over-Sands/stretched out below meout to sea Behind were all the mountainsof my youth and visionsof the mountains still to climb. As I approached the templeon the hill, I read the legend Ῥοδοδάκτυλος... Continue Reading →
Oh black cat, little bandit sweet,who crosses my path every night, please do not run away from me,listen, I tell you, do not flee. I only wish to stroke your sleekdark fur, your silky neck. For I have also, so I'm tolda hand that's made to stroke, to hold. But no-one in the world knows... Continue Reading →
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