In Honour Of Lawrence Ferlinghetti
A wonderful poet, one of my favourites and by gum he lived a long life, 101 when he died on …
Category Archives: Remarkable Verse and Prose From Earth Inhabitants.
Looking Picturesque and Mythical with These Two Feathery Maniacs
I am deep in edits at present, along with surviving the apocalypse. (At least the fattened Ming the Merciless has …
On The New Year – Goethe (and his mates)
This poem was composed in 1802 for a merry party that used to meet each year at Goethe’s house, so …
On the Demented Mountaintop
This poem came back to me during this last week, promoted due to the edge-of-the-seat election (not over until the …
Dusk
Going Blind by Rainer Maria Rilke (1918) (First translation) She sat just like the others at the table. But on …
The Cock-a-hoop Ghost
The cock-a-hoop ghost I can’t get WP to reblog this, so I’m pasting it and recommending a visit to …
Sometimes I feel it is my fate to chase you screaming up a tower
(I’m late so far as the theme, I know, sue me (if you can find me)).This poem made me laugh …
Devouring Diction
English Flavors by Laure-Anne Bosselaar I love to lick English the way I licked the hard round licorice sticks the …
The Scullery Maid
Superb poetry from Mike Steeden here; my reblogs always beggar up so I’m pasting it along with the linkage to …
Illuminating souls across the aether
Cemeteries are high on Esme’s list of favourite places to visit (along with The Transgalactic Dutch Pancake House – each …
Illuminate Me.
*Attributed to Anton Chekhov – http://quoteinvestigator.com/2013/07/30/moon-glint/
Before you, The sun and the moon were paper-thin plates
You can feel the teeth of this one. Enjoy. Rime Riche – Monica Ferrell You need me like ice needs …
Sex, Drugs and Rock ‘n’ Roll
All hail the year as it stands, sits or lounges depending upon it’s ever altering moods. And to celebrate that …
The Moral of the Tail . . . Don’t Vex a Poet My Dear (Filth invovled)
Is it fair to judge a poet’s nature from their verses alone? Gaius Valerius Catullus (c.84 BC–c.54 BC) thought not, …
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows.
Sublime stuff, a wonderful lack of punctuation too. One huge expulsion of rawly charged air. Lovesong – Ted Hughes He …
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