Welcome to the Poetry section of my site. Here you’ll find poems nonsensical, whimsical, silly, and sometimes dark, too. Some are short, some are long. (I’ve provided line counts, so you’ll know what you’re getting into.)
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“What a curious thing,” said Alice
“One might easily lose one's balance,”
As she walked through the labyrinthine tangles
Of the sea-risen city's impossible angles...
The moon was bright
The breeze was light
As I stepped outside, that fateful night
And felt upon my neck the bite...
The Beast became a Beast by living too long alone
Not caring how his beard or his fingernails had grown...
Mr Was only was, never is
The was of the moment is his
The is never is, because
Then is the now of Mr Was...
The bravest girl I ever knew
Was Molly Millie May McGrew
She stood no more than four foot two
But she’d outfaced the Gobbledigoo!...
My father had a night-black suit
With a night-black tie up to his throat
And gloves so dark, when they were on
You wondered where his hands had gone...
Our Mummy’d been a mummy in a horror film franchise
Rising from the dead with mesmerising, glowing eyes...
Day or night
You’ll feel his bite
He’s always out, dispensing fright...
How nice to be an angel
Flitting about the sky
Without a thought of who or when
Or how or if or why...
Now alle is DEAD withinne me, and the attick dust is still,
And old moth huskes lye crumbling on the warped woode of the sill...
Meddie had fantastic hair
It floated snakily on the air
A slow-motion sculpture of waves and curls
The envy of all the other girls...
He came down the road like a roistering riot
Now forwards, now backwards, as though just to try it...
Did you feel it, like a sigh
Maybe Ghostie passing by
Soundlessly — I wonder why
The Devil had a mobile phone
He called me up on it
He said, “D’you wanna make a deal?”
I said I’d sleep on it...
Robot wrote a novel
All in ones and zeroes
Humans were the villains
Robots were the heroes...
Although we did our best
To pretend it wasn’t there
We kept It in the cellar
Just below the stair...
The Existential Agent has a gadget and a gizmo
The Existential Agent has the low-down and the info...
They had an Indifferent Beast at the zoo
It was furry and spiny and somewhat scaly, too...
Wish I could be a witch
Real old-hag-cackling bitch
I’d cast me a spell
That’d summon up hell...
Spike and Doodles, friends for life, set out upon a quest.
Spike said, “Doodles, I have always liked the sound of west.”
Dr von Brain
Said “I’m not insane!
“It’s all the other scientists who are far too tame!”
It's easy to summon a demon
You'll need paper, a pencil, and something to lean on...
I sometimes sit and wonder
At all this useless plunder
I’ll maybe dig myself a pit
And bury it...
They wondered why Toby was always so cold
He was only, they calculated, five years old...
Doctor Freud, oh Doctor Freud
How is it I can avoid
Lustful thoughts and such distractions
Leading me to shameful actions?...
New neighbours in the flat below.
Young. Happy. In love. You know.
Kiss each morning as they go to work.
Bit more than that each night in the dark....
I saw what seemed to be myself emerging from a door
Upon a street I swear I’d never walked upon before...
I want to be on the moon.
Just me, on my own.
Three hundred and eighty four thousand miles
From any pair of human eyes...
Teach Yourself Terror! the book’s cover said:
“How to be frightened of things not-quite-dead!”...
The icky drip
Went drip, and drip
And dripped upon my neck...