Tag Archives: Friends

Fool for Love

Words of promised affection
Hoping the sentiment
Will be eaten to feed another's
Who is the fool?
Disingenuous words veil a want
An addiction to praise
To sympathy
A gluttonous ego
Nothing more than a scavenger of love
Preying on a perception of weak
They are clear and the agenda
Someone I now, used to know

Lemon Tarts


Opinions of two lemons 
1cup of autism
Pinch of love
200mls of domineering childhood
Season well with inconsideration
Mix all the above with two scrambled egg heads

Set the oven to my way or the highway
Cook until temperatures rise and set
Allow to cool overnight


The Prayer Tree – Michael Leunig


We give thanks for our friends.
Our dear friends.
We anger each other;
We fail each other.
We share this sad earth, this tender life,
this precious time.
Such richness. Such wildness.
Together we are blown about.
Together we are dragged along.
All this delight.
All this suffering.
All this forgiving life.
We hold it together.

Source: The Prayer Tree, Michael Leunig.

Two Ol’ Dykes

A beautiful afternoon

Old friends sitting in the winter sun

Amongst the fruit and vegetable gardens

Talk is relaxed and open

Meetings of minds engage

No pretense intrudes

Nor ego dominates the flow of energy

Intimacy shared and respected

The connection is organic like the surrounds

Nourishing our souls

Two ol’ dykes sharing company



Submitting to the Glorious Inevitable


Poetry, in swinging arcs of painfully living life...

Reading Femme

Ramblings of a book loving Femme


A writer's journey leaning on her penmanship to make it to the top and avoid abyss


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Elan Mudrow


thoughts and entanglements

A collective of poems and photos.

some woolgatherings

and everything is going to the beat

Modern British Studies Birmingham

Interdisciplinary research and public events on nineteenth and twentieth century Britain at the University of Birmingham

lindsay leigh bentley


Storytime with John

Pull up and listen...I've got a funny one for ya...

sheila sea

like thalassic velvet

Confessions Of A Poet

All that is me!


The Fun Writing Together


A Jersey boy returning to college to study web development and computer science, while transitioning from female to male, and getting by in the world as a barista.

5 pillars and 6 colours

Ramblings of a queer feminist Muslim...

Nottingham Women's Conference 2014

Actions, campaigns and what works for women