night (Remove filter)
Something's Creeping...
Something comes creeping
Through the dark night
I look from my window
But it's just out of sight!
Something comes knocking
Knocking at my door
I turn the handle... slowly
But, it's there no more!
Something comes crawling
Crawling so slow
Shall I turn to look?
I no longer know!
Something is breathing
Under my bed!
I dare not look
'case it ...
Friday 5th March 2021 7:54 pm
Me v The Moon
Nestled upon a pillow of cloud
The moon sat, big and fat
As I watched it from my garden
In a cul-de-sac
It didn't really do much
Just illuminate the sky
But, then I thought: that alone
Makes it a greater thing than I !
Tuesday 1st December 2020 1:31 pm
Recent Comments
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Civilities
48 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Stats (To be continued)
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Sonnet: Imigh Hotovely, Imigh Smál Damnaithe! Imigh is Póg mo Thóin! [Out Hotovely, Out Damned Spot! Out and Kiss my Arse!]
1 hour ago
Rolph David on The Anchorage Gambit – Reflexive Control
1 hour ago
Graham Sherwood on Stats (To be continued)
2 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Tikumtok
2 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
2 hours ago
Nigel Astell on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
8 hours ago
John Coopey on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
11 hours ago
John F Keane on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
12 hours ago