Category Archives: Short Stories

I’ve often wondered how pregnant women forget the pain,

Baby arrives healthy and happy and she forgets what felt at moments quite insane,

I’ve asked many mothers and they repeat with glee,

It all disappeared when I saw my baby,

Well for me my younger self I probably saw too much,

Made mistakes and felt out of touch,

My parents taught me right from wrong,

And I miss them now their gone,

The fact remains I did fine ,

Bad memories fade given time,

All about me is what I am and seems quite nifty,

I’m doing fine and I’ve ditched the shifty,

The people who never wanted to help,

And those that made me want to yelp,

Everyone has to deal with that,

But when your older you don’t give a gnat,

You can swat those critters away,

And smile because it’s a beautiful day.

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On a date with a new beau,

To an avant-garde cinema we did go,

It was all in French with subtitles,

And as time went on it affected my vitals,

My heart began to race,

And red was my face,

For the action it didn’t stop,

The movie was a real flop,

I must have seen every angle,

That from a bed a human could dangle,

Not that anyone did any harm,

Perhaps that was the film’s charm,

Nevertheless it was a sad end,

There was no second date you can depend.

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Just when does morning begin?

Is it waking up or when the birds begin to sing?

Sometimes I know I’m not quite ready,

So I close my eyes and cuddle my teddy,

Or if it’s time to face the day,

And have a shower and get on my way,

But wait I must have breakfast,

It’s breaking a fast,

Somethings are never meant to last,

And nutrition and sustenance must be had,

Being hungry is just plain bad,

I try to stick to porridge, yoghurt and honey,

But it depends if I have the money,

Or perhaps if I’ve been to the store,

Shopping is really quite a bore,

Nevertheless the one thing that is routine,

Is to check the latest news on my phone.

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You don’t need to go so far,

All you need is a go-pro and a car,

It’s more than sending a card to granny,

Actually the production deserves a grammy,

That guy who played along with his guitar,

And the chap that turned up with a sitar,

It really just was a local do,

But everyone came including you,

We had such fun and filmed it all,

The sunset at the end was made to enthrall,

The locals felt life film stars,

And we really were welcome in all the bars.

We didn’t do many silly antics,

And we got lots of green arrows on Google Analytics.

Namaste and Thank You for Reading.🙏

Anyone who has read or seen his work,

Knows Herbert George saw the Universe and didn’t shirk,

He knew alien life like the back of his hand,

It wasn’t imagination that made his heroes take a stand,

Their derring- do, now, seems a bit out of touch ,

Their time machines didn’t have a clutch,

They had little direction and couldn’t change gear,

They were a way a second but it was really a year,

In HG’s vision he really saw,

That one day with Alien’s we’d have to jaw,

Like we all must be one day; HG is now subterrestrial,

Though in true Wellsian fashion I bet that he’s celestial,

He’s seen the Universe in all it’s charm,

And know the Alien’s will do us no harm.

He probably regularly gets to meet and greet,

An alien on every street.

Namaste and Thank You for Reading.🙏

It’s interesting to see what really makes people happy,

Is it parties or sound and dancing around?

It’s what makes them get really yappy,

They can’t hear each other speak because of

the sound,

So it becomes a vicious circle,

One that they can’t get off,

Some talk and become hysterical,

Others can’t get their words out and begin to cough,

At the beginning of the day they need quiet time,

The songbirds chords make the air around them glisten

Their music is in the air it’s quite sublime,

The birds are singing it’s time to listen,

Namaste and Thank you for Reading.🙏