Written the Evening Before a Post is Due

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To my sorrow
I have no poem for tomorrow

And now it is today
What do you readers say?

In the future
Will a reblog suit ya?




Fun In Brief

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I love short poems
like this. Three lines, seventeen
syllables: pure bliss.


A shorter
for happy time


A verse in single makes my pen tingle.


I love short form poetry: distilling what I want to say into the fewest words/lines possible is challenging but fun. If I can manage to make them rhyme, even better.

What’s your favourite poetry form?


Haiku: 3 lines/17 syllables

Piku: 3 lines/8 syllables

Monostich: 1 sentence


Half-Century Celebration

500 downloads of my book.
But how many folk
actually took a look…?


Yesterday, someone was the 500th person to download a copy of Wholly Man (ignore the lonesome ‘2’ – they were my two accidental downloads when I was testing it worked). It was quite exciting for me! When I uploaded it in January, I hoped for about 200 downloads by the end of the year, so I’m thrilled.

But I can’t help wondering: does anyone actually read it? I suspect it’s one of those documents that people download and mean to read, but never get around to it.

Sshh! I won’t tell if you won’t….

If you’re new here and didn’t know about it, here’s a link: https://poetryfluff.wordpress.com/free-download/



Haha! I might be good at tempting strangers into downloading my work, but I’m rubbish at numbers. A half-century is, of course, 50, and not 500 😀

So this poem should be called ‘Half-Millennium Celebration’.

Doesn’t have quite the same ring to it, though; does it?

The Yorkshire World Perspective

One author’s critique of a friend’s new book

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There’s war abroad

Needs more grim

The government is criminal

Needs more grim

There’s sexism/racism/transphobia

Needs more grim

The fascists are taking over

Needs more grim

Food prices are rising

Needs more grim

We’re running out of fuel

Needs more grim

The shop shelves are bare

Needs more grim

There’s a shortage of tea

It’s grim oop north


For my non-British readers, a little context: Yorkshire, in the north of England, is renowned for its tough, matter-of-fact, can-face-any-hardship people. They are also considered to be a little dour; and they drink a lot of tea.

The last line is a famous saying from I know not where. It refers to earlier times when the north was full of mills, machinery, and pollution, thanks to the industrial revolution; when people -including children – who had worked in the fields were forced to work in factories and live in slums.

The ‘oop’ is a written rendering of ‘up’ in a Yorkshire accent.

Honestly, I hate it when poems need so much exposition, the explanation is longer than the poem; sorry about that.