Creative Cookery – A Poem – Acrostic

Professionals Only Pontificate In Theory It's Not The Humbly Educated Opining Vaguely, Ending Nicely Who Access Ingenious Thought Amateurs Never Dissect Ideas Tidily But Authors Know Every Single Voice Offers Inspiration Lovingly Accepted Not Offering Theories Starves Poets Eventually And Knowledge Is Not Gained Helping Enthusiastically Lends People Sagacity Nourishing Ourselves Originating Novel Expression  

Last push for C4C! – Good news in a good world that only thinks it’s bad

Hi All. C4C goes live in two days! One last push folks. If you haven't done this already - PLEASE retweet. It's for a good cause, costs nothing, takes seconds and could make a massive difference 🙂 You don't have to follow C4C, or even care who we are - just PRESS MY BUTTON!! You'd...

Tweet yourself this Christmas!

Jasc came up with a good idea of trying to get C4C freshly pressed so as many people as possible will know. Want to banish loneliness this Christmas? 'course you do! You can help the cause by re-tweeting this: https://twitter.com/RuleOfStupid/status/282566130600665091 Many Thanks! (46 Followers - 20 Volunteers - so far!!)

I’m giving meaningful presents this Christmas

Hello folks. I've been advised by my medical team that my Blog changes direction so often and so quickly that I should provide neck-braces! I can't afford them, so I can only beg: please don't sue me for whiplash. I am very poor! This is not love poetry, political spleen or ridiculous advice on writing,...

No Second Sun – A Poem

This is a themed poem inspired by Susan Daniels (if you don't know her, you should).   No Second Sun We wait for an apocalypse Swear or curse or pray at it   In this we are like the long buried Still fearing our deaths   There was no consumption In a murderous nuclear sun  ...

Tides – A Poem

We met and I realised I had spent the whole of time Holding my breath We both exhaled and the outrush Lifted us above the thousand cares We remembered what laughter was Then we gulfed again With exquisite pain Into cold That cracks the bones Until confluence This live death dance - If I ran...

Well now that’s just lazy – Part Deux

So here's part two of nothing. I'm still away and letting my WP scheduler post for me. Hopefully I'll come back to hundreds of adoring comments, or at least some sarcastic and bitter ones about how shoddy these two posts have been. Once again, I've got old stuff which you could look at, or you'll have...

Well now that’s just lazy – Part one

Last weekend I had a soiree planned that went all arse-in-the-air because of some falling dampness. This weekend it's actually going to happen - yay! So I won't have time for rants and puff, and will instead schedule two posts with songs on. If this isn't good enough for you - and hey, I understand...

The Gift of Not Giving – A Poem

Little blue Clouds still wreath you Sapling cry Broken green Fragile glass gleam How I remember Shouting red I loved you then If only for your need Lost Maroon I would have adopted you In a heartbeat Aquamarine What kind of father would I have been You may not have grown but I spent receding...