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Shocking Poetry – The Bullfighter
Anyone who’s been brave enough (for ‘brave’ read ‘foolhardy’) to read any of my poems on this blog will know that I’m not of the ‘I wandered lonely as a cloud…’ school of poetry. I tend to mess about … more →
Living beneath the volcano
Shocking Poetry – The Bullfighter
dragojac wrote 2 months ago: Anyone who’s been brave enough (for ‘brave’ read ‘foolhardy’) to read any of my poems on this blog w … more →
Shocking Poetry - Ode to the Weekend
dragojac wrote 4 months ago: This simply little ditty is more relevant to the days when I did the Dolly Parton thing, but there a … more →
Shocking Poetry – Delicate Balance
dragojac wrote 4 months ago: Inspired by wild lavender bloom and washing up Delicate Balance Four flighty faeries dancing delicio … more →
The Creative Cocktail
dragojac wrote 2 years ago: Three beers, two bottles of red And a stomach full of gin. The Doors at full blast And I’m ready to … more →
What a Hell Party it was
dragojac wrote 2 years ago: The ghosts loved to boast while the witch liked to bitch. And grumbling in the kitchen was a bad-tem … more →
The Mouse in the Woodpile
dragojac wrote 2 years ago: “Why exactly are you here? What is your raison d’être?” His unflinching china blues held mine. “All … more →
The Man Who Cheated Death
dragojac wrote 2 years ago: He’ll come again tonight, I’m sure. Skulking in the shadows, just out of reach, Just out of sight. … more →
Lizzie's Prisoner
dragojac wrote 2 years ago: “I’ll call him Bobby,” Lizzie said, Of the creature she discovered sharing her bed. No living thin … more →
In my closet
dragojac wrote 2 years ago: I used to be gay, but then the world changed, And as I look crap in a skin tight vest, I can’t be … more →
The Old Man in My Peach Tree
dragojac wrote 2 years ago: He must be near ninety if he’s a day. But to a naked old guy in a peach tree, What do you say? “Don’ … more →
The Early Worm
dragojac wrote 2 years ago: She says I always get there early, In my rush to get through the gate, But, as no one can produce a … more →
Poor Old Geezer
dragojac wrote 2 years ago: Every year five degrees lower, Soon all old one-eye will see, Is straight down to the floor. … more →
The Hair Thieves
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dragojac wrote 2 years ago: “The spiders are stealing my hair,” he moaned, He moaned, “The spiders are stealing my hair.” She pa … more →
Just be Cool
dragojac wrote 2 years ago: There is no fun, where the PC police run, But where the bigots and racists curse, It’s a hell of a l … more →
Churned Love
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dragojac wrote 2 years ago: T’was on such a day, In an unseasonably hot May, That my favourite butter ran away. Now I’m with Mar … more →
Bad Bovines
dragojac wrote 2 years ago: Haiku or low coo, During a Scottish winter, They’re both Friesian. … more →
