Flyingthroughwater

The darkest day so far this year, the veil is getting thin. Thin enough to let them past, And let them enter in. Just sit alone or with a flame, And let the dark grow deep, And let your thoughts find those you miss, And those you'd hoped to keep. And those you hated, those you scorned, It's time to set them free, Let your mind hold only bright- thoughts in your memory. Sit in the dark, talk to them, smile, Laugh or sing or cry, Tell them all you've wanted to tell, Since your last transient goodbye. It's Samhain and the veil is thin, You put it back and let them in, Yours friends, your loves, your much-missed kin, But it's t

I know the strangest girl, And her name begins with L, She does the oddest things, As you’ll hear me tell. The other day she was hungry, And decided she wanted PIE, Well, okay, that’s fair enough, But oh me, oh my. She liked the oddest flavours, First in went ice cream! Quality though- it was Phish Food, A girl goldfish’s dream. (Especially when she’s just been dumped, by that conceited catfish) Next in went some cheap red wine (‘cause the fish gotta get pished). Next a frog, some jellybeans, Hot porridge and its bowl, But the oddest of ingredients, Was definitely the toilet roll. Yes, I know the

Ode to a Mint Imperial (found down the side of the sofa) My small friend, Covered in lint, Behind the sofa, Glorious mint. You are pristine perfection, Shiny, sweet and round, When they choose the Sugar King, You shall be crowned. Our love shall be brief, Forgettable, Never regrettable (Till, after a night’s orgy, With your friends, The scales appear, Making your price oh too clear) Full of flavour, I will savour, Your sacrifice But though I find, You rather nice. My teeth have 34 separate disagreements with you, Therefore I fear, I must bid you adieu. I shall meet you again in tescos, And you shall be mine. Aft

Old man On the street corner Face of Thor Full of thunder. You are An aspect of me. You are Nothing like me. Freyja’s found, In the nervous, defiant, Tilt of the chin, Of a woman, Walking the streets At night. Challenging the disapproving. Making unhidden the forbidden. She is An aspect of me. She is Nothing like me. Laughing Loki, I see in the infinite faces, Of a city bar. Lingering traces Of animal cunning Fearful, searching for an edge Against an enemy world. He is An aspect of me. He is Nothing like me. Odin is rarely seen. Save sometimes in a politician, In their mission Of mercy and peace. Power

I am a special person, I have a special diet, Whenever I start eating, People go very quiet. My preferred dish is daddy-long-legs, Fresh baked and in a bun, With mustard or with ketchup, I’m not a fussy one. Elseways, butterflies are nice, When dressed in mayonaise, Though I would not make protest, If it was hollandaise. But my absolute favourite, Which makes me bounce with glee, Is lean, Green, Diced, Or sliced, Fried Hide Of a DRAGON! Told you I was special.

Lipstick: Crimson, red or scarlet, Brown or gold or beige or ‘harlot’ ‘natural’, glittery, ‘long lasting’, ‘gloss’ Expensive…but who gives a toss? A handbag’s empty without one, A night out just ain’t much fun, Without whipping out your favourite shade, Rimmel, Maybelline or NO 7 made In today’s society of rainbow hues, Our natural colours seem to lose, Their own brightness and need support, Luckily this can be brought! Though our grandmothers may abhor you, Lipstick know that we adore you, Though you make our bank balance worse, Be never absent from our purse.

Doctor Who was touring, Some far off solar system, When the TARDIS toilet exploded, And he was knocked out by the cistern. His molecules got jumbled, And his atoms got messed up. And the TARDIS became a coconut, The Doctor a polystyrene cup. The TARDIS still was square and blue, But completely a coconut, And the Doctor was full of Fanta, Which hey, beat 7-up. But he really preferred Dr Pepper, Or Pepsi would be good too. But the day Doctor Who drank Fanta, Was the day coconuts went blue. They carried on touring the galaxy, Till they hit a green blue sphere, Fell onto a table, On a March day bright and clear. Just as he was

Tonight, after many days and months of 'being', co-existing, liking, disagreeing, I hope we spent most 'doing', but now, I'll set the scene, I must bid farewell, to a friend, the once-only Eighteen. I hope we lived the year, as well as any could, with as much action as intent, as much 'did' as should, for none can disagree with me, there is nothing more sad, than this sweet but bitter phrase, 'I wish, I wish I had!' We did not perhaps aspire, as others may have done, but that's alright as long as we have our own races won, If we met our goals, lived our dreams, then we have a victory, which deserves joy, but makes our parting, con

The day the Robots took over, They did it without a fuss, Without a shout or calling out, or yell from any of us. Our loyal telephonists, Their charming voices muted, Whilst silently and manners free, Machines were charged and booted. Mourn my friends, oh mourn this day! We've lost our human voice, And now we're dealing, with machines unfeeling, Stark and limited in choice. And when we finally get the option, To speak to someone with a brain, Repeating, terrifying 'music', seeks to drive us all insane! Oh, Telephone Master, why oh why? Do you cause such exasperation, To drive with glee, mechanically, Mad, the whole darn nat

When nothing can be done, when there's nothing left to say, rely on Faith and Hope my friend, to keep the fear away.