Tuesday, 30 September 2008
Monday, 29 September 2008
Three little pigs went to seek their fortune; one lost it all in Straw and the other in Wood but the third made it by gobbling up the competition.
Why was Hair-on-my-Chiny-Chin-Chin Inc successful: the wife made bricks.
Never heard of her, then you only read His-story.
Mahalia Jackson knew
Sunday, 28 September 2008
Decent northern British bloke who had a typical 70's working class life( back to back terraces, poor schools, worse diet) but who mined humour rather then bitterness out of it. And yes and some in southern England go, ‘Pardon?’ In a short, very funny if you were there but er…
: Decent - share with readerholics but don't promote, and sell or swap when shelves full.
Saturday, 27 September 2008
Thursday, 25 September 2008
Who feels my forehead and makes chicken soup?
Who finds my lost anything without blame.
Who knows that I will be famous?
Who hears what I really mean?
Who worries so I don't?
Who says sleep on it?
Who forgives me?
Wednesday, 24 September 2008
Papa bear, Mama bear and Baby bear home from a pre lunch stroll found a blond-haired girl at their table finishing off the plates of food. Outraged they gobbled her up as there is no free lunch.
A view firmly held by the Hunter who shot them at tea-time.
Tuesday, 23 September 2008
My dad always bailed out, if it was prize giving, Christmas, birthdays, he was at the office , on business trips , whatever.
How does that make you feel?
Harry, I know this must be painful so take your time.
...that I will do...the same to my...sob...son...sob
Monday, 22 September 2008
The Earl of Tennessee
Two cars crash…the woman in the Bentley bemused peers out. The driver of the Ford rushes over avoiding the two men running from the car, screaming, “who the fuck are you, the Queen of England?”
“No one's mommy is” she replies.
“Screw you; I'm the Earl of Tennessee” he shouts.
Sunday, 21 September 2008
Saturday, 20 September 2008
The family of little feet
in times gone past.
If truth be told they now were sore.
The family of little feet smiled more
when mother cried at bolted door.
Private fears, now public tears at last.
The family of little feet smiled more
in times gone past.
Friday, 19 September 2008
those that don’t
Bremen Bank collapsed at 11.05. At 12.17, May was unemployed. By 12.34 she cleared her desk. It was the end of her dismal career. Lea at 16.54 killed with Bremen Banks assets. It was the start of a meteoric career.
Life is about them that do and those that don’t.
Thursday, 18 September 2008
Bums in the Attic
Yes they are in the garage attic out of my husband’s way.
Well, when ever he sees one he sucks the knobbly bits dry and lick’s the hole clean.
OMG It’s disgusting.
Yes we can't eat the buns afterwards.
Oh no, how embarrassing, I thought you said Bums!
NB in England this pun does not work as Bums is a polite but vulgar word for bottom. But be thankful you were going to get a description of where a mass murderer stored his body parts…and yes rows of bums in the attic!
Wednesday, 17 September 2008
Tuesday, 16 September 2008
By the song love was fresh
with smile’s perfumed flowers.
Now love is tied to gold
and only neglect fresh.
Life is grey flowers.
But Spring dies and yet flowers
as does Mammon’s gold.
Our song will sing fresh.
So love when made fresh
make flowers as gold.
Monday, 15 September 2008
His memorial was simple.
He built a shaded glass dome on the hill where they had first kissed. Each day the computer would create a new opening through which the last rays of the setting sun would fall on her favourite Gladiolus.
As light and darkness circled he sat remembering.
Saturday, 13 September 2008
Friday, 12 September 2008
Thursday, 11 September 2008
Dying, I listen to the tape of her screams. Did I do right? Should I have enjoyed the blood as it splattered in slow motion? Was the thud of flesh ecstasy?
He won't hurt her again.
As the bath warms and drains me, my Yellow Rose awaits innocent, smiling again.
Wednesday, 10 September 2008
2) Book clubs are an excuse for middle aged, middle class women to get pissed on red wine and dis men and work( I know as I get pissed with their husbands).
3) I liked seminars at University but like reading clubs only the earnest actually prepare the work
4) I can never commit a day week in and week out as work, life and TV intrude.
5) The monthly Radio 4 book club with audience and the author is far more interesting
6) If I go to one, then I have to go to the Wife's music appreciation(Indian Mediation Chants) evening as part of our doing things together exercise.
7) Meeting strangers on the net much better, you can pretend to be sexy and clever rather then fat and fifty.
8) Would have to accept that Middle Class so lose working class hero image...this is a bad thing
9) The Americans invented it so must be a a religious or capitalist trick
10) No man group one has invited me
Tuesday, 9 September 2008
It was the time to say goodbye.
My Grandfather weak and frail
held me tight. “When you survive
tell the truth. Don’t make them villains”.
At night alone, hungry they are villains.
I eye at a child’s fist of bread to survive
and die…later. Longing and fearing goodbye
as welcome cold comes. “Will I be frail”?
Now old and even my children frail.
I want them to know joy at my goodbye
so I burn memories. They have me, not villains
to remember. “Its love that will survive”.
My body did survive but the soul was frail
until villains faded and I could say goodbye
Friday, 5 September 2008
Thursday, 4 September 2008
He wore my mother’s jewellery at five, danced in his sister’s dresses at ten; my make-up went twice as fast when he was fourteen. The only sport he watches on the TV is men’s swimming and today, he say’s he has a secret to tell.
As a mother, you know.
Wednesday, 3 September 2008
She wore a storm-black, skin tight dress, high in the leg and low in the chest. Brown eyes matched her back length hair. Melon-red lips pouted as she rhythmed her way to him.
Forgetting to breathe, he gasped and shuddered, as her lips brushed his ear to whisper “totally.”