Category Archives: Poetic Perambulations

Exercising the Writing Muscles.

Yes the crazy characters at KSP Writing Centre are still letting me give real people exercises to do.  Here’s last week’s: To write about writing is such a drag The only thing worse is my facillitator’s nag Without a life of her own, she’s destroying mine! If I was asleep at home all would beContinue reading “Exercising the Writing Muscles.”

Spring!

Spring is the season of Pollen Relentless attacks without pause Fluttering into our faces Sneaking under closed doors. My face is terribly swollen My nose no longer drips Instead it oozes like molasses Until it inevitably slips. My eyes are perpetually itchy My throat and ears scratch and burn. My head is painful and heavyContinue reading “Spring!”

Smokie – Mighty Hunter or Marshmallow Cloud

I’m Smokie; I’m a hunter! You will not see my like. I follow my prey to the ends of the Earth; Unless its a bit of a hike. My best move is to stay very still, And ambush things that pass. But I get bored quite quickly, If things don’t happen fast. My sister caughtContinue reading “Smokie – Mighty Hunter or Marshmallow Cloud”

Happy Lisa Day

A week late because of computer problems, this was to be Teale’s debut post.  But now we are posting it anyway. This idea was born from a conversation with the wonderful & beneficent overlord of the writing circle I humbly attend at KSP Writer’s Centre, the most wonderful place on Earth. Overlord central: Lisa  WritingContinue reading “Happy Lisa Day”

A Peaceful Day

I love a peaceful Sunday morning! Waking up before the dawn. Washing hair to stop lice crawling Each a tiny little black prawn. Tabby tries to take an hour; Just to get herself clean, But when all 7 need a shower Her indulgence seems obscene. Then one must be driven miles away. To do homeworkContinue reading “A Peaceful Day”

A Wanna Be Writer’s Lament

I wonder why I can’t write A work to inspire acclaim! It isn’t that I’m not that bright, Or have no talent to my name. With creativity I’m more than blessed. Wisdom floods right out my ears. Yet my writing never quite impressed. My lack of fame brings me to tears. But I finally realised whatContinue reading “A Wanna Be Writer’s Lament”

Spring

Alas it is that time of year when Winter turns to Spring! The weather warms then chills again; to give our lives some zing. The garden flowers? Overtaken by weeds before they have a chance. And stupid people on TV talk of joys of Spring & dance. The pollen flies to every nose & eye, toContinue reading “Spring”

Brother Warriors

This poem was written a couple of weeks after the previous battle ode; Pride of the Holts, but the poem was lost, until now. Two warriors bound together as brothers true. Yet oft times laughter is overdue. The older brother a giant of grey, Chose to perch throughout the day On a box of boarded card;Continue reading “Brother Warriors”