I used to work with a Romanian girl Who was rather religious And whilst quite liberal in her views She disliked homosexuals And told me of a Romanian saying Do you want a dick up your arseor your soul in heaven I rather liked this As I consider that male homosexuality Is a sin and […]

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I had a bad dream Noa said to me But bad dreams Are just dreams I replied They will always end Then what is reality Ariel Is reality just a dream

Hi Joe Hi Pete Much doing Not really Have you seen any good films recently No Mabel and I watched something called the ABC Murders on the BBC Agatha Christie Right in one Did you like it Not really Why I found it too hysterical And it did not stick to the book Try some […]

I have been running for a number of months now Many people think that I am quite beautiful I am a flash of colour even on the darkest of days But nobody has written a poem about me So I have decided to write one myself Here is my humble effort Lumo

I was walking through a city yesterday When I was approached by a Marxist He shoved his malignant newspaper in my face Last week I would have broken his young jaw But I smiled sweetly at him and said I am Jewish And for a moment we had a placid understanding Joe the Jew

I read recently that Aurora Has hidden copies of her book The Gods We Can Touch In both Oslo and London I have a good idea where one might be In a few weeks I will be travelling north It will be a long journey in bitter weather To accompany me I recently purchased a […]

I am wandering through the lavender fields It is the height of summer perhaps July I am wearing a long dress white cotton And a sensible straw hat tinged with red I am a character in my late mothers final dream

People are pointing at us Bert As if they have never seen a policeman On the streets before We are in a squad car Tom I will explain that to you later Thanks my friend It is so rewarding To be a Bobby on the Beat

In the space of forty-eight hours Matthew went from the warmth Of our bed of deep love To the depths of a terrible ocean All I have left of him are his clothes Vacant in a wardrobe of sadness That was just over three years ago And I have lost all thoughts of family His […]