THE BUG BUS POEM!
The angled Son of The Perpendicular.I am a crooked lineand I’ve walked a crooked mile,sang every crooked song,wishing for sixpence-though none the richer,I was Homewith the Devil at the stile.Kittens...
View ArticleTHE ALL NEW NANU BUS!
Hello world. This week the bus heads to France which is near Europe to the home of NanU.Her task is to be found HERE Nanu is a multi millionaire who made her fortune from her numerous patented...
View ArticleMork calling Orson, NanU, NanU! Bus poetique!
EVEN AMIDST FIERCE FLAMES THE GOLDEN LOTUS CAN BE PLANTED.Lovely scientist/inventor Nancy NanUhammertime, you can't touch this is drivelo le bus cette semaine und I have respondo with this quickler...
View ArticleBus crash poetry from Nanook!
The latest Poetry Bus prompt is HERE! http://sciencegirltraveler.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-too-too-far-too-bussy.htmlMany thanks To NanU for driving last week. This week she hands over the keys to her...
View ArticleTHe Poetry Bus poem type thing
Shadows will cross your path, dead people rise up or lay down to haunt you, but it's the only way ahead, no turning back, never look back except in anger.Tis a catharsis a symbiosis, a process by...
View ArticleTFE is dead.
NO flowers no cards no tears.Hello my name is Saran (aka Kosmo Vinyl) brother of TFE. It is with sadness my duty to report that TFE is no more.Though not actually dead in the real world sense, he is in...
View ArticleGOODLY NEWS
NanU has taken up the gauntlet to keep the spirit of the poetry bussers alive. Get over to her blog, give her support and help choose a new name so that we can keep being forced into writing a poem...
View ArticleFuck it. I think it's time to come back.
TFE rises Lazarus like from the piss stained armchair and rises up up up out of it on his strangely bony (for a fat bastard) knees and rises up up up above the house up up into the sky up up above the...
View ArticleAh,isn't it GOOD to be ALIVE!
What I like best about blogging is there is no control. Like being on a train platform there is nothing to stop you pushing the vicar/parish priest/ pensioner/drunk in front of you under the wheels of...
View ArticleSocial Dis-ease.
The movers are the shakerssee them groove baby!99 Becks and a bus ticketWe have a boardwalk, we can see the same stars!But I still wish this was Brooklynor Santa Fé, Sacremento, una momento-'Chateau...
View ArticleIt was the best of times it was the worst, it's all poo and nuts but hope too.
So, the first proofs of me life's work 'Jewel' to be published by the lovely people at Salmon poetry have arrived. This is exciting and terrifying.Exciting because someone is going to put my poems into...
View ArticleHAPPY ST PATRICK'S DAY!
Patrick was a humble cobbler born in County Roscommon in 1942. He rose to fame and indeed sainthood by ridding Ireland of a terrible scourge,The snake of Knowledge. This snake was the deadliest,...
View ArticleMiracles do happen
So here it is. Well almost! This is the front cover of the book itself that I will be shamelessly and relentlessly promoting til everybody in the world is beaten into submission and buys it or runs...
View ArticleRACHEL FOX'S POETRY MOPED!
How soon is now.I’m hearing mellow but I’m not feeling itYetAnd then ? Well then.So I listento now put then away,another broken piece of yourself.How much is left,when every tiny victory in a hill of...
View ArticleJewel is let out
So my book, my first collection of poetry 'Jewel' is back from the printers and out in the post. I should get my copies tomorrow. It's a weird feeling. The real sheer unadulterated joy,the magic,the...
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