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, …
Category Archives: Poetry – Iambic Rhythms from the Aether and the Cloud.
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 …
The Long Goodbye
Waiting… Anticipating the imminent void, The space that will appear in the world All too soon, where she once sat. …
The Thermal Isle of Blog.
Your words I am wearing when I feel cold and grey, The intention a warming result. My fingers slip …
Big Shakes-appeare.
The recently fired, laid off, forlorn muse Had been spotted all over the town. Its demeanour was said to be …
The Blatter.
Slip, slap, blatter, blat. This is an honest rain – straight as a die. Not a conniving shower, no, sir, …
Esmeralda and The Cloud 