Category Archives: Humour

The Final Joke


Life is simply death not done a race that’s run but never won. The toil of moving through each day thinking there’s no better way. To finally die is a release; at last a soul that’s left in peace. My … Continue reading

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A Bitter Brew


Without laughter there are only tears as I look around at all life’s fears. I feel the Planet’s deep distress at what we’ve done – this bloody mess. And so my humour bubbles up to overflow my sadness cup. I … Continue reading

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Sacred Clown


Is that a boundary I see or a new vista just for me; a new world where I can be free. Seems to me it’s all the same; at end of day, what’s in a name. Mayhaps it is the … Continue reading

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Goodnight


And now, to you folk one and all, I think I hear my pillow call and so it’s time I’m off to bed; I feel I need to rest my head. It’s Winter time, the night is long and in … Continue reading

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Finally


Looking back across the Journey that brought me to this place I’m kinda glad I’ve led the life that helped me find this grace. I’m finally feeling worthy (well on the better days) and I like the way my mind … Continue reading

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A Sonnet


In the garden where I roam Elves and Pixies make their home. Many insects there abide under leaves where they can hide from those great big hunting things; some with claws and some with wings. The aphids are my biggest … Continue reading

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The Play


There is a straight and narrow path some tell me I should take, But I know that if I go that way my Spirit soon will break. Then I’ll be just another drone in this land of living dead; No … Continue reading

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A Little Poem Of Tarts by Sophie Fletcher


You can get all sorts of tarts Making them is one of the arts Lemon, jam and berry too Though I don’t think there is one of poo Some are plastic some are real Some even taste of orange peel … Continue reading

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Lamentations of a Failing Ego


It happens more and more as time goes by and sometimes it could make an old bloke cry. You get on the train and there’s no empty seat but you spy a cute chick who you’d like to meet. Then … Continue reading

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Social Etiquette


In the world of social etiquette I never get it right; I open up my mouth and my brain takes off in fright. But really, at the end of day I just say what I think even if, at times, … Continue reading

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In Sanity


Sometimes I can’t but wonder why there are no diamonds in my sky. Has Lucy lost her way again; I tell you she can be a pain. At times I’m trapped in sanity; trapped in a world that is not … Continue reading

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The All Seeing Eye


Remember The All Seeing Eye floating somewhere in the sky. It remembers all we say and do; it knows the secrets of me and you. It never sleeps, it has no heart, no love for that which we call art. … Continue reading

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An Epitath


Here lies The Hound, worm eaten, horey old carcass weather beaten. His timely passing won’t be noted by the bastards for whom he voted. So why in hell did he even try when he knew he surely would die? Why … Continue reading

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Ramblings on Xmas


That god bloke floating up on high sent his son down here to die. To cleanse us of our ‘sins’ it’s said and so we killed the bugger dead but still at Xmas time each year we celebrate, with lots … Continue reading

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The Midnight Oil


It happens more and more as time goes by and sometimes it could make an old bloke cry. I’ll get on the train and there’s no empty seat but I spy a cute chick who I’d like to meet. Then … Continue reading

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