worn-out (Remove filter)
Binned
once shoes went to cobblers
new valves a radio renewed
cut-throat razors stropping
nappies boiled then brewed
now artefacts come and go
we exploit them every day
serve a purpose then gone
discards, just thrown away
are us people any different?
used and then tossed aside
minds or bodies plundered
left weeping, hollow, dried
poets call it romantic l...
Monday 1st February 2021 10:40 am
A Wholesome Girl
Many times he'd been round the block
To prove it he still had the scars
He'd mixed with a host of bad women
Yet even now he aspired to the stars
A wholesome girl was what he wanted
He needed someone clean and refined
Not the hard types that had fleeced him
The worn-out bodies his had entwined
Then he met Martha who wore no perfume
Her contours she carefully dis...
Saturday 11th July 2020 11:06 am
Recent Comments
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Stats (To be continued)
22 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Sonnet: Imigh Hotovely, Imigh Smál Damnaithe! Imigh is Póg mo Thóin! [Out Hotovely, Out Damned Spot! Out and Kiss my Arse!]
34 minutes ago
Rolph David on The Anchorage Gambit – Reflexive Control
47 minutes ago
Graham Sherwood on Stats (To be continued)
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Tikumtok
1 hour ago
Stephen Gospage on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
1 hour ago
Nigel Astell on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
8 hours ago
John Coopey on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
10 hours ago
John F Keane on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
11 hours ago
John F Keane on A Cut Above
11 hours ago