Little Fridge Light

*i know that today is a Tuesday and you are all hankering after my latest “Rubbish Poem”, but this little poem is demanding to be told and is simply too important to be missed. And, as is the case with all the really good stuff you like, this poem is “based on true events”.* Oh,…

A Quiet Spring

**Shortly after the country went into “Lockdown”, Ilkley Literature Festival put up some writing prompts on their website and the inspiration for Week 2 was “A Quiet Spring”. I took a slightly different tack to some of the others that were sent.     Newlywed, devoid of means, They pine, like sex-starved, Love-struck teens, At…

Sunday Poem #02

*Written on my iPhone this morning while still in bed. Intended to fit into one single Tweet, the inspiration for this poem should, hopefully, be clear.   Sunday morn Bedside clock shows OhEightThreeFour Frenzied banging at the door You wake and rise to see A man and van from DPD Insisting you come quick For he…

“A Lame Joke”

Two guys and their pet gorilla walked into a bar. A week or so back, I had the above line pop into my head. At least, it was a version of that early line; I have since tweaked it once or twice to get it just right. Just right for what? Good question. At the…

Rubbish Poem #15

“The Triptych” She came once more today. Three Hi-Viz escorts by her side. A trio, A threesome, A triptych Of orange-clad young men.   Atop The Beast One guides Her, coaxing and soothing. Two on foot. Who walk beside As She gorges And feasts.   The duo fill Her Seven fearsome mouths with Mounds of…

Gone Eight In The Evening.

We went walking out last Thursday, It was gone eight in the eve. Just me and myself and my young mutt, Who was quite glad to weave All along the sidewalks, Her shiny nose pressed to the floor. As we hit 3k, she turned and barked, “Come on, dad. Let’s walk some more!” We pressed…

Sunday Poem #01

I started to write a poem This morning inside my head. But I got waylaid with household chores, And don’t recall now what it said.   I think it was really intense, Profound, you might say If you’d had the chance to read My forgotten verse some future day.   I’m sure the words were…

I’m watching and I’m waiting.

I’m watching and I’m waiting As the world keeps rolling by For a time when all lives matter And no-one has to die For the crime of simply being At the wrong time and wrong place When someone takes a hating to The colour of your face. I’m watching and I’m waiting And the world…

Be Kind

Cruel words launched Behind lit screens. In anonymity, you don’t Hear the screams, As the hate and bile You spew in haste Makes others feel They’re just a waste.   Do you not care? Or see? Or know? How each barb and taunt Just drags them low And scars and wounds Their fractured soul. Is…

A Rubbish Poem #09

Darkness dies revealing Drabness in morning’s wake. Undercoat skies grieve, greyly weeping Unsettling drops of hard, cold sorrow.   Dreams wither to shades and Dampen while reality folds her smothering mantle Upon the fading cheers of a new year, Usurping expectations. But, look, there, in the   Distance, hope glows weakly. Down the lane, advances…

A Rubbish Poem #08

My final “Rubbish Poem” of the year. Happy New Year to all. Beware The Beast.   Ohseventhirtythree On the last morn of the Year, The bins out in the streets Packed deep with excess festive Cheer.   It’s cold outside, In here, it’s Warm, Safe inside, ignorant, we Await the coming of the Storm.  …

A Rubbish Poem #07

They’re here, Lights flashing, Hi-Viz loading All the trash in- To the belly of The Beast For her weekly Roadside feast On all the debris Left outside of The houses on Each street. Where in piles stacked So very neat, The Beast Devours each tasty treat Left in cans and Inside jars, And in boxes…