Having a hellish time, learning how to convert docs to gifs/jpegs and all the other alien life forms out there in computer land! Managed to get this into ‘gif’ form after a mere 38 minutes. And now I’m going to have a lie-down in an internet free room. P.S. Angel Down is my pen name,… Continue reading Sonnet to Docs and Gifs.
As I sit upon my comfortable Queenly throne, A myriad of quite regal thoughts ’round me drone. Should I take tea with that nice Jeremy Corbyn? Or maybe visit my yappy House of Corgis? . Phillip the Brave lies in his chamber, still snoring. Doubtless dreaming of future gaffes for performing. The palace maids are… Continue reading A Poem by Queen Liz
As a teenage girl-thing, I was known to scribble prose. Rhyming, or not, ridiculous, and too schoolgirl-ish to show. I had a large pink fluffy notebook and a chewed-up fluffy pencil. A myriad of jumbled thoughts that were very possibly mental. . I can see one of the entries now, in my mind’s eidetic. entered… Continue reading Prosetry in Pink
Originally posted on Brian Bilston's Poetry Laboetry:
(with Autocorrect turned on) O what Brave New Worm is this That holes you, my sweet darting love? I see you in the stairs that twinkle In the heavy above. Your light shins down upon me and sets my heart on fir. You stir up my emoticons…