Poetry Blogs (Sep 2019)
To whom it may concern
you know just who you are
the one I craved affection from
but we fought like in a war
little did I know then
your inner demons and battles
had I been aware, so different
life would be, to me maybe life would matter
im sorry for the torment
From my end, and any pain
i may have caused and it
couldnt have helped when
i’d Find ways to compl...
Monday 30th September 2019 10:41 pm
Also by Christine Elizabeth:You win |
A Green Planet
War has been declared on all fossil fuels
The planet must be protected at all costs
Too little, too late
For centuries we have littered the world
It has been used and abused
Ocean beds are covered with sunken ships
Unexploded ordinance lies deep in the soils of many lands
Chemicals have scarred the home of humanity
Fish grow into grotesque mutations b...
Monday 30th September 2019 10:01 pm
Also by keith jeffries:Let them be.... | Daylight Robbery | Latent Talent | Do me in.... | Drawing in.... | The Final Act | An Autumnal Rhapsody | Down Memory Lane | An Ancient Language | A Moment in Time | The End | My Other.... | She Died Recently........ | Our Destiny | A Spiritual Home | Needless Burdens | The Final Blast | He Stepped Inside |
should a mermaid you befriend advise you-
trim your sails for home.
Let the irresistible force
meet the immovable object.
Never mind who is who, right or wrong;
seagulls aim for both the same.
Let's hope rainbows from teardrops reveal
that power residing in simple things:
your quiet word above the roar,
your face in the aperture.
The seal imprinted on your heart
Monday 30th September 2019 9:32 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:These Times And Others | Next | Wakey, Wakey | The Future Is Another Country | Power In The Eyes | Quiz On Greek Gods |
Darkness, something as a child we learned to fear.
I reach for you for safety and you weren’t there, you left me in the dark searching for a new monster to comfort me while I slept in the pitch bla...
Monday 30th September 2019 8:31 pm
Also by Makayla Chavez:Mountains | The things in the bottom of my purse |
On hearing driverless cars witll be on the road by 2021, a bit of poetical flash fiction....
On the pedal
The last one
Monday 30th September 2019 7:57 pm
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:Wake up | Ordinary Magic | Stitched Up! | Compare Despair | Maui on my mind | Blind Date | Autumn's Last Leaf | The High Priestess | 3 Little Pigs | Snakes & Ladders | Hourglass | Hope | Bumblebee | Friday 13th | Bridge Of Forgiveness | Older | Selfie Obsessed | The Magician | Climate Change | Her Dog's Voice | Mixed Messages | Bad Brexit Romance | Poetic Pianist | Woven song titles | Never serious, Never settled | Warrior of Spirit |
For all me life I have been living among 'em: savages. savages in suits.
Now they are becoming increasingly loathsome to me.
As a kid in bed I was alone, like a boat afloat in the sea.
Spotted land? Savages abound, in the suburbs, in the town
Cultivating selfishness, meanness and spite.
Their unholy trinity: y've made yer bed, now lie on it,
spare the rod and ...
Monday 30th September 2019 5:54 pm
Also by John E Marks:Attachment disorder | Shalom Aleichem | Spectral | Frank | Go tell the Riverman. | MORNING GLORY | Homage to Nietzsche | The unregarded | The rags of time | Stormy Autumn Day | Time's fool | speech of angels | Who the hell can see forever? | Sister poem | An adamantine distress | For Al-Mu'tamid (Seville, 1040-95 Christian Era) | Lotus flower | Final solution | Victorian Gin Palace | Bobbins |
The Monster came out of the deep dark cave.
It ate everyone but me.
The following day the Monster once again came out of the deep dark cave.
It ate everyone but me.
The next day the Monster emerged from the deep dark cave.
It ate everyone but me.
For you see, I am the Monster.
Monday 30th September 2019 5:51 pm
I have found
the blue sea of balance and tranquility.
It rests inside of me.
I float through its silver mists of hope
and flip, flop my feet in its depths.
Bubbles of content come to the surface and pop!
I have found myself clothed in equilibrium
and the colours suit me well.
Faith and love give me buoyancy and
I am held and nourished by your belief in me.
Monday 30th September 2019 4:35 pm
Also by Jill Ashforth:How am I? | Kevin | Inverleith Avenue | It is a Gift... |
“She was so tired most of the time she did not even pretend to feel anything.” - Joyce Carol Oates
He told me I’m supposed to be a ray of sunlight, but the only time I see the sunshine is when it rises, passing over my windshield and reflecting across my rearview mirror. I watch my life disappear behind me, dusty roads from a town I no longer know growing hazy in the distance behind ripples of ...
Monday 30th September 2019 3:32 pm
Also by Emilia Callahan:walls of glass |
my view is superior
yours is inferior
mine is better
split your peas
split the difference
no one's always right
no one's always wrong
or fall off
the deep end
can we talk?
you might be right
if I listen
I might hear
Monday 30th September 2019 12:49 pm
Also by d.knape:Stock Market | Hearts As Good As Hers | Responding In Kind | Verger | The C-Word | There Comes A Time | Stray Thoughts | Traffic Cones | Love Is... | Put Some Clothes On | Goodbye Typewriter | Meatballs Tonight | Birds Of A Feather | IN fIELDS | Paying The Bills | BBQ | Unfriendly Skies | Hay | Bad Example | Buzz | Funny Face | No Comment | On A Roll | Busybodies | All These Aging Hippies | I Hear Freedom Singing | Our Fathers |
I lay on a hard mattress curled in the foetal position,
wrapped in a chrysalis of darkness.
A fancy metaphor could not explain the meaning of life,
it had simply become irrelevant.
I had become so skinny that my skin was pulled
guitar string taut over aching bones,
that doctors had threatened to hospitalise me.
But now, allergic to life, my skin peeled at the thought of being....
Monday 30th September 2019 12:18 pm
Also by Marina T:Psychotic Girl |
Rumblings in the night
I was trying to write the words on the screen turned
into spatter of blood, darkness descended
A woollen mass pressing me down, I screamed
Of fear and my brother came and laid beside me.
A young woman. who had been thrown out of her?
Uncle’s house came with a tray of bacon & eggs
I grabbed a piece of bacon, but the woman said
It was not for me bu...
Monday 30th September 2019 12:01 pm
Also by jan oskar hansen:trying to sleep | another sleepless night | the blank screen | shibboleth | the oncoming | the exile | exile | home from the cinema | tears at night | the outdoors | several haiku | suicede | looking for serenity | sleepless | flowers | a notion | Jacob's ladder | blowing in the wind | as the wind blows | future | reality check | consensous | the collapse |
In the life span of an average
householder, assuming they
live to the ripe old age of 70,
each must send an opt out
form to the post office every 3
years using the householders
own paper and to request 'no
junk mail' be posted through the
senders letter box. (In other words
they hypothetically need to write
23 times in just one life time to
avoid stuff they immedia...
Monday 30th September 2019 11:41 am
Also by Philipos:SHORT POEM COMPETITION | BIT PARTS | GOLDEN BOG ROBBERY | (untitled) | (untitled) | BEASTLINESS | (untitled) | MILITARY LINES | SPOT THAT TUNE | DONNER UND BLITZEN | ASCENSION | SANTIAGO DE CUBA |
My alarm clock beeps at 5 a.m.
Back to square one, I go again
An ungodly hour to start the day
But what to do? I've got bills to pay
No time for morning civilities
"Has anyone seen my friggin' keys?"
Stuck in traffic for almost an hour
Arrive at work in a mood quite sour
Phew! Just made it: it's five-to-eight
The boss glares at me: "You're bloody late!"
Monday 30th September 2019 9:15 am
Also by Chrystel Roberts:I can't let go... | In living colour | Can't is a four-letter word | Ageless | IRREPLACEABLE | Numero Uno | Tomorrow is far away | My bad! | BLUE | Out of my head! | Hope Springs Eternal | Call me Rhett! | Huh??? | why i like Poets |
I am a tongue-in-cheeker
From down south Aussie way
You need to get to know me or
You could get led astray
I am an avid cheeker
(Or tonguer if you like)
The trouble is I bite them both
(Gives probs at open mic)
If you share my problem
Teeth getting caught in cheek
You'll know the agony, the pain
(Gosh this poem's weak)
Monday 30th September 2019 8:32 am
Also by Don Matthews:Haiku – Dribble Drabble | Addicted. So.... | Rock and Roll and Mobile Phones | Broken Woman Broken Thing | Hitler Phones Talking Cat | My SEND Problem | Lonely Typewriter Seeks Loving Home | Do You Post Your Child's Photo on Social Media? | Plastic Plastic | Yes Mr Trump | Shit! the Board are after me | Appalling | But Am I Crazy ? | Winston Where Have They Taken It ? | WOL Muse Bus Tour and Thalia (thankyou Philipos) | Banning Plastics | Where Are You My Publisher? | Our Master is a Slave Driver | Joni Mitchell 1969 | Mugabe's Dead | Wanna, Gonna, Sorta, Wot ? | If | Poet in Training 2017 | I Just Don't Get It? 1 & 2 | Americans Don't Understand English | WOL's Kiddie Kindergarten (today's lesson the letter J) | Maybe |
I’m tired of unloving the forlorn root of the combustible star. Infancy of immediate wisdom.
Tell me how the air was sweet under the dew of agony feeling the light.
The heart; a rose trembling. The sky loves you with tears in innumerable cloud, condensing into streets.
I am tattered and torn; evaporating into red sleeves upon arms.
My dress sways like midnight on nights unhemmed.
Monday 30th September 2019 3:59 am
How you been?
You’re looking well.
Perhaps a little thin.
Yes. I’d love to meet you for lunch.
Give me a week, I’ll give you a bell.
No, I can’t come out right now, Ralphie boy.
I won’t sniff around to your smell.
Lovely to see you again, Mr Dartford.
It’s been the longest of times.
I bet in preparation for this interview
Sunday 29th September 2019 10:30 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:Jesus Drives a Hyundai |
A friend of mine after he had left his wife,
Thought about having a change in his life.
He decided on a pet that was completely unique,
He'd had a rabbit,a dog and a parrot that could speak.
He decided on a monkey thought that would be fun.
So ordered one in a rush,the deal was done.
It came to the house the size of a small dog,
Lay at the bottom of his bed,slept like a l...
Sunday 29th September 2019 10:25 pm
Also by hugh:The conniving lawyer gets his just deserts | Teacher's pet is a big hit in school | Relationships,inspired by Ghazala Lari | Lets travel in harmony on the same bus. | A highly satisfied customer | My search for an eight character password | A guilty feeling | Accrington ,loose wire fear!This happened Saturday afternoon | The men you please | Devour and Crunch | Manchester City Council ,please listen to me !Put no cycling signs up on Market street for all to see! | No chicks at the flicks ! | Palestine protesters demonstrating outside H.S.B.C. | A political plea.ORDER! ORDER! ORDER! | Friday the 13th,a sad day for Sammy the skeleton | Friday the 13th,female integration | Breaking news,passenger flies plane from Manchester to Alicante | How old? | Homelessness | Souper wit | A rat's prayer | Aspirations of a Refugee | Vote Remain |
Soft and warm like little pigs,
Belly warm and milky,
Tiny paws soft as velvet,
Wine gum nose
And beans for toes.
Caterpillar tails with a tiny twist,
Thrashing and dashing,
Wriggling and dancing.
Breath like popcorn,
Buttered and spiced.
Little murmurs, squeaks and purrs,
Scratches, snuggles baby cuddles.
Tiny needles line soft lips,
Claws like diamonds...
Sunday 29th September 2019 9:59 pm
Also by Louise Hogg:Find the Light |
In years to come they'll probably talk about when
Some MPs got together, led by someone called Benn,
To put into play a wheeze they had planned,
Designed to make the government go cap in hand =
To plead for more time from the supranational EU
So the latter could keep telling us what to do!
Sunday 29th September 2019 7:33 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:IT'S A HEARTACHE THING - Country Lament | DECEIT AIN'T NEAT! | OLD POETS | PASSING THROUGH | AUGEAN STABLES | WEEPERS |
Today is for today
The world may while away
But here it's just today
The heat builds and browns
The toast runs round and round
Time laughs at my face
And I rest in pace
What is it?
Another cloud past yellow
Curving over the horizon
Where all the prettiest clouds go
There is no detail in memory
Just what mirrored in the soul
Reflecting out on all those
Sunday 29th September 2019 5:14 pm
Also by Collin Pulmano:Stupid Happy Writing |
Therapy’s been fine but it’s not fixing my problems.
Each week talking about something new, but we never actually solve them.
Mr. Joyce tells me I need to let my emotions pass through me.
But my emotions make me who I am, so I know I need to disagree.
My identity has always been important and, honestly, I identify as depressed.
That as well as anxious, lost, and always stress...
Sunday 29th September 2019 3:02 pm
Also by Gunnar Payn:Burn |
Did we ever stand a chance in a paper world
Where every fold, every tear really hurts
Creased and crumpled, a throw away line
Ripped and torn we limped over to mine
A tempestuous relationship, cruel and hard
We unravelled, fell apart, in my house of cards
A paper plane, an origami creation
Travelling light in a floating paper sensation
Tripping the light fantastic...
Sunday 29th September 2019 3:02 pm
Also by Rick Varden:SLUG | Haiku Day 3 | Haiku Day 2 | Haiku Day 1 | Ode to an Evil Fracker | A Writers Life | Fanny Arlington |
My ambition is a total ban
or at least have my profile deleted
but I'm just too compliant
I follow all the rules
though this piece might break them
but if it does I'll apologise
I'd sooner stay inside and rhyme
than be on the outside and whine
Sunday 29th September 2019 10:42 am
Also by Brian Maryon:BOY RACER VERSUS SUVs | HAPPY CLAPPY (NOT) | Returning Home from a Bike Ride on Climate Day | Naked Unconditional Love | REMOVING STAINS | ALPHA MALE | Kemo Sabe | ...contains scenes of a sexual nature. | Girls Night Out |
When reinventing yourself
Grab a colorful canvas.
A blank canvas does not signify a new beginning.
It symbolizes complete erasure of what was and attempted to create to what is.
A colorful canvas
accepts what was and incorporates it into your is
resulting in a new beautiful mistake.
Sunday 29th September 2019 7:32 am
I have a really little child inside me who wants her all the time and if she don't get it she cause all kinds of emotional havoc and chaos. She wants to center of the attention all the time and if she not. She do best to make me misable. So I try to tell her everyday. That she is in loving way that I am in charge and not her. ...
Sunday 29th September 2019 12:31 am
Also by Julie La Rue:Bunnies are magical |
causes of conflict
hopes for world peace
always out of reach
just autumn leaves
that served their purpose once
like silver tongues
sacrifices to the Gods.
slave galleys pulling together
for the cause no-one can foresee
in the crows nest of my life
it all seems much of a m...
Saturday 28th September 2019 10:41 pm
Also by ray pool:WHEN THE ALIENS COME | BY THE CANAL | PIPE DREAMS | PAST CONTENDERS | HOW THE OTHER HALF LIVE | THE CURSE OF A NON DRINKER |
Just for now
I am enough
that come and go
in the ocean
on the beach
here and gone
the least and the most
cells ripples grains air
here and gone
I am enough
just for now.
Saturday 28th September 2019 8:11 pm
Also by Fred Nicholson:Love | a Living Paradise |
CONVOY TO THE MEKONG.
Forty trucks, one mile long.
Going down to the Mekong.
ACAVs at the front and back.
Just in case of a VC attack.
Six Gun Trucks are there too.
Spread out amongst the queue.
The convoy commander, in his gun Jeep.
Giving out orders to keep things sweet.
Engineers and Mechanics came along.
Just in case things go wrong.
Saturday 28th September 2019 8:09 pm
Also by Mick Stewart:The Real Casualties. | Bloods. | Charlie's story. | Children In Vietnam. | Heartbreak. | Grief. | 1/9th "We Can We Will". | A Hunting We Will Go. | Vietnam's Forgotten Army. | The Shooter | Jungle Blues |
my soul concealing
hurt from my
I am soaring
angels on a bright red
In a dream
where you never leave
In a dream
where you are still holding me
with every key
it moves me
further away from you
Paralyzed with fear
of forgetting your beautiful face
I know I will always
feel your love
Saturday 28th September 2019 7:48 pm
Also by Alta H Mabin (Ally):Ancient love | The hope of a sunflower | Battlefield | Infinite beauty |
Love has a new dimension
Friday,27th September 2019
The day has full shine
I can't define
more or so when it is the birthday of Dr. Penpen
you are real peace symbol on the horizon
why do we not feel the absence?
even in the mind, the essential peace
it has no relevance
if love has no true stance
we got it in abundance
in your presence
it has reall...
Saturday 28th September 2019 1:24 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Human power and greed | U.N.General Assembly | U.N.General Assembly | Not important | Life has opened | Not all friends | Holy concept of an imagination | Not your Noor* | leaving behind for | Fould the day | New vision | Smile at love | Wisdom is | Inseparable part | Poetess-Brilliant with a divinelook | Poetess-Brilliant with divine look | Not ruled out | Real world | Long live-Indian Prime Minister | Life may give in | Cough out | Generous behavior | Not a blade of grass | Keep hope alive | Poetical sentiments | Lovely princess | Be good individual | Great relief | Never starve | Meet with rough weather | Know and love | War-no option | Help me | Waves shall | Pray for mercy | Bitter memory | Peace stays | Less you focus | My book | My little flower | Poetry- an expression | Love as I take | Come back | Mass destruction | Self-elevation and | Show them door and | Life doesn't end | Three cheers |
Poems are like moons
reflecting past light
back down towards me
when I choose to look
Mind and creation
at a respectful distance
with so much space between us
I no longer live
through the poems
they’re just reflections now
Beneath the busy sky
and living life...
(Inspired by Cynthia's moon poems)
Saturday 28th September 2019 11:36 am
Also by Tom:As The Power Lines Crackle Overhead... | "The Ropes Are Fraying And Soon I'll Sail" | What Have You Done With The Daylight? | Songs From The Womb | Fingerprints | The Upside Down Girl | My Prescription | Shedding Skin |
Flogita - 13 September 2019
a great sail fin of rock
high towering - dominant
haze hidden seat of hidden gods
and we, yes,
we would rise to their heights,
stand in their pantheon
to observe the tiny world
For from this seat
Prometheus set forth
and with Athena
set us in that tiny mortal world -
yet now we stand
Saturday 28th September 2019 10:18 am
Also by Chris Armstrong:Sunday |
A canoe launches into shallowest water
All but a stream
High in the mountains
Forward motion begins
Patiently progress is made
Slowly yet surely
Widening and then
In an instant transformed
A cacophony of noise fills his ears
With long-won skill, he traverses
Yet in control
Then calm returns
Saturday 28th September 2019 8:29 am
Also by Dean Fraser - The Quantum Poet:If I Take My Leave | Labels | Art Of Being | Island of My Mind |
Fractured into a million pieces
and grown in the shade of the Apple tree
The world wakes in windows and pains
Knees buckel beneath the weight of life,
gashes forming in solid iron!
Goo fills the void,
and what little remains evaporates into the air
Treasures dig deeper into an unknown category,
calling me mother,
and the boy father.
Saturday 28th September 2019 8:02 am
Also by Alita Moore:Godly | Lonely by definition | Life is cruel |
In that book, Nausea, Jean-Paul Sartre’s
Antoine Roquentin gets kind of freaked
Out just looking at the root of a chestnut tree.
I thought it was pretty weird at first,
Because how can you get through life
If you freak out every time you see a
Tree root or some fool thing like a tree root?
You couldn’t go on, could you? It’d just be
One crisis after another until you went
Insane and did...
Saturday 28th September 2019 7:06 am
Also by Randy Horton:Why You Can't Find a Master Class on Death | Very Reasonable People Write The Apocalypse | Twisting the Hermenuetic Turn |
A clam is a bit like an oyster,
A clam is a bit like a whelk,
A clam is a bit like a cockle or mussel,
But nothing at all like an elk.
An elk is a bit like a bison,
An elk is a bit like a ram,
An elk is a bit like an eland or deer,
But nothing at all like a clam.
Saturday 28th September 2019 1:25 am
Also by branwell kent:The Salt In The Wound | What I Don't Understand About Getting Old | What Are You Doing Here? | What Happened? | This Wouldn't Happen On The NHS | Lost Love | A Cautionary Tale | Hedgehogs On A Plane | Chacun A Son Gout | Ambition |
Sparkle the prism paints my wall
sign of the cross, a plus
rays thru crystal, enthrone my sill
minding of gain, loss...
yes, the fussers and their fuss
Saturday 28th September 2019 12:29 am
Waste no time
Open your mind
Now is always the moment
Do not hesitate, investigate
Every second is new
Resplendent in its ability to inspire curiosity
Friday 27th September 2019 9:39 pm
Also by Lisa C Bassignani:Please, Come In | Dream Lover | I Missed the Bus | No More Hellos | Paying it Forward | Him | The Moors |
As you stare at midnight
Sleepless eyes upon the clock
do you sense with comprehension
that; from this life you are lost
and as the darkness takes you
that your standing all alone
innocent and naked
born from life, your soul
Friday 27th September 2019 8:47 pm
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:pebble | fat man | insatiable | autumn haiku | friction | new dawn | catcher of my shadows | narcotic |
There is a little band of people that I constantly wish dead. But it’s growing.
It comprises several who are still vertical and a small number who have already been promoted to glory.
Be assured, I don’t do anything physically to bring their deaths about (-this is, after all, not America-) but simply enjoy the satisfaction of it happening when it does.
And let me say from the get-go (and...
Friday 27th September 2019 7:06 pm
Also by John Coopey:I FOUGHT THE LAW AND THE LAW WON | WHAT DID WE DO? | POETRY LIKE DYLAN’S | I JUST LOVE MONDAYS |
I would not mind that much
if some killer sneaked in
and shot me through the head
while I was fast asleep.
I would kind of welcome
dying by ‘friendly fire’
say an old amigo
taking aim, waxing me
‘pro bono publico’.
Friday 27th September 2019 5:43 pm
Also by Rick:a playtime in the rain (1958) | demob happy | A view from Mainland | I looked up (final version (for now) ) | I looked up | broken home |
chair seat high and beloved
starting to be yourself
in the unmapped territory of your own home
each day making new discoveries
that will in time explain themselves better
how your intentions of conquering the need to understand
and how fortunate for you
that your early days will not disclose
the worst of fears to you...
Friday 27th September 2019 4:38 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:beneath a heavy snow delivering sky | most utopian of independencies | of a dad who never was | birth of memory's death | figure of fun | an ideal deal | is this the hope-ward road? | with hAvOc as a memory | inexplicable entities | unforgettable underdogs aka real human beings ( a just HAS TO BE for all on WOL ) | weak days | withdrawal |
It is more accurate to say that I was consumed by,
rather than saw, the pre-dawn work of countless arty spiders
spread as far as my senses could stretch without causing them
to rupture. I was, at the time, struggling to decide whether I had
finally freed myself of the novice’s need for a homebase for thoughts;
one from which collaborative mental exercises could, early ...
Friday 27th September 2019 3:19 pm
Also by Peter Taylor:NOW OR NEVER? | A THOUSAND DAYS |
Climb the hills that you can manage, stand upon the pinnacles,
Find the will to fight the damage levied by the cynical,
Their perturbances don't matter, the lyrical don't shout,
Their disturbances, the chatter of stereotypical doubt,
Concentrate on the peak but be sure to enjoy the climb,
Contemplate the oblique as you endure the passage of time,
There is no use pushing on so har...
Friday 27th September 2019 12:18 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:A Long Hard Look | Dance Upon The Edge | Kissing Frogs | The Eyes Of A Wolf | A Hairs Breadth | Storm Crows | An Ideal World | The Cutter | Lead Me Not | I Bought A Kayak | A Stone For The Miller (Collaboration Feat Mae Foreman) | The Key Fumbled |
Tyre cuts through puddle
Tsunami drenched to the bones
“You Fucking Wanker!”
My third crack at the Senryu poetry form. 3 non rhyming lines, 17 sylables arranged 5,7,5
Friday 27th September 2019 11:59 am
Also by John McDonough:Cats and Dogs | Six | Killing Time Ain't no Crime | Where’s me head? [Where is my head?] |
we argue about the give and take
it's upsetting that i can't stay awake
and afterwards when you're not here
i can't get back to sleep my dear
i think about the things i could have done
and the words i should have said
now that you're not here to hear them
they're doing cartwheels in my head
Friday 27th September 2019 2:16 am
Also by Eiren Water:Sometimes |
why do you write
there’s nothing to do
the tv is broken
books I own are too small to read
goats already scratch the ground
Friday 27th September 2019 1:53 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:the internet | You’re (still) wrong | so beloved | Primitive | The Question Always Is | For everyone’s benefit | Tips | All in all | Flipping Switches |
The year is 2019
The U.K and U.S have been taken over by xenophobic sociopaths with floppy hair
People haven’t got time to notice the absurdity, because they’re working 6 jobs
The retirement age is about to be raised to 103
My mate John paid more tax than Amazon did last year - John is a cleaner
We all still miss Freddie Mercury immensely
There’s an app that can track planes acro...
Thursday 26th September 2019 11:20 pm