A Figure of Fate . . .
To formulate upon your plate The needed state to deviate From what would otherwise be your fate Don’t hesitate — …
Category Archives: Poetry – Iambic Rhythms from the Aether and the Cloud.
Surveying my Zaftig Contours
The Country of Your Kind. I am the country of your kind, Your kinder country. I am your land, Your …
For the Love of the Grenfell Lost
In fury we stand, As a jury we stand, Howling and showing our teeth, hand-in-hand. And we stand in the …
It. Will. Out.
The writer leans back; a slow arching of spine, Burning shoulders pressed deep, with a sigh and a whine To …
Measure For Measure . . . What’s Your Pleasure?
“Sometimes the wish to kill you is As precious to me as the undeniable Fantastical facets opened up by, of, …
Sketch it like Sin.
Enter The Scribbler Canny and clear, Creating the future Before it appears. Scribble me whole will you? Staedtler me in? …
The Erudite Enhancer
A boon to beg for; Services please. Psst—you may need a wrench and sledge hammer. Delete erring capitals; Close parentheses, …
Spat on and Burnished to Bits
This is the final draft of the following piece, just as it shall appear within The Book With No Name …
These Are A Few of the Gifts Esme Brings . . .
Taken from the well-loved musical . . . The Sound of Music Esme Cartwheels, ephemera and puns about spanking, A punch …
The Unmeasured Meld.
On the darkest of nights, Through a circular window, Two orbs of despair I espy. Crinkled drifts of rejection Sprawl …
Showtime!
Firstly, and most foremostly, ahead of all other thoughts and considerations, before any Johnny-come-lately or Jemima-come-hither subject tries to muscle …
Ribald Rhymes – Give me your anonymous limericks dear followers *winning smile* (35 present offerings! Open until the 13th)
Today we observe that stalwart within the world of poetry…The Limerick! Now, before I continue, I should point out that this …
Fielded.
You will like this. There’s a small tie-in to something of Esme’s too, here – Scare-less Crowing Actually. …
Happenstance Odyssey
I’m holding my breath Till the cows come home, My eyes are widening fast. The beat of my heart is …
A Click Away.
Click Click. – Smiles Click. – Good morning. Click. – Pining. Click. – Yes. Click. – No, no, no! Click. …
I give the scourer a cursive, dirty glance.
The question was; “Do you ever talk to yourself out-loud?” I pause…and say – “No. I do not.” I stand …
Esmeralda and The Cloud 