Found in the morning, a day after Valentine's,Fast asleep underneath, a tree near my work.Kneeling beside you, I felt for vital signs,Carefully checking, making sure you were'nt hurt. Beautiful fluffy big brown teddy bear,Abandoned and dumped, after some lovers' fight.Gently I carried you, inside to a chair,Wheeled to the front window, bathed in sunlight. I… Continue reading Bear

The Scientists Say

Some scientists now sayThis pale blue dotHas had it's day.The scientists say,Today this pale blue dot,Is more a dirty grey. Over centuries of spewing out pollution,Beyond Earth, the Solar System.Our rubbish has now conversed,With the outer Universe. And the scientists are now saying,The possibilities are weighing,Toward catastrophic Divine Retribution,The end point for all Evolution. But… Continue reading The Scientists Say

12 Year Old Nihilist

Canteen cafeteria, holds one hundred people or more,As fifty conversations, bounce off the walls and floor. Suddenly altogether, complete silence did ensue. Had a famous person (I thought), entered into view? I wondered was it Winston, Churchill of wartime fame?His ghost materialising, grey image just the sameas the history books record him, fat cigar and… Continue reading 12 Year Old Nihilist

Meditation Yawns

So, I'm sat in a group, meditating,The guy next to me yawns.He squeaks around in his wooden chair,Pulls his sleeves up, Rubs his arm, Yawns again.More chair squeaks. And again, a yawn - Wide, quiet, But clearly audible, To me,Like through headphones,Air rushing into those two lungs. His stomach rumbles.Then, another yawn.I'm serious, These yawns… Continue reading Meditation Yawns

Miserable Old Goat

He climbed the stairs to the cafe,Struggled free from an overcoat, Scraped chair legs across the wood floor,Ugly sounds emerged from his throat. Long-suffering spouse soon followed,Dejected, rejected, despaired.Obliged to sit opposite him,While he'd never shown if he cared. The waitress approached and did ask,Of their morning shopping in town. Three words she got "He's… Continue reading Miserable Old Goat

W’rds I Didst Not Sayeth, But Hath Felt The Urge To… (A G’rmaphobe Writes)

H're satteth tabl'd in Oxf'rd's heart, Covet'd tav'rn from yesteryear.Present to hark on what folks doth sayeth, Trap their w'rds inside mine own weir. Hoyday! Nearby, a sir did request, A bombard of brown sauce to borrow.By sight, his wrinkly, bact'ria'd fing'rs, Hath brought unto me deepened sorrow. "Withdraw!" I demanded, "Wend hence with thee!… Continue reading W’rds I Didst Not Sayeth, But Hath Felt The Urge To… (A G’rmaphobe Writes)