Clerihew II

Hello Poetry Lovers

I’m back with my current pash, the Clerihew. Now my dear talented friends have come up with wonderful ones. So, thank you Trisha Broomfield and Sharron Green. These are a clever delight.

Now, do read on, we’ll start with the lovely Trisha’s;

Trisha’s Clerihew

I wish I’d known dear Samuel Pepys

We’d compare our diaries,  and inadequate sleeps

It’s not ghosts or ghouls that disturb our nights

But young male cats getting into fights. 

Trisha Broomfield 2022

Now for the wonderful Sharron’s;

Sharron’s Clerihew

Adele is back – Hip Hip Hooray!

But won’t be going to LA

She said the set did not look great

‘Go easy on me’ fans can wait

Sharron Green rhymes_n_roses 2022

Weren’t they wonderful?! Thank you so much, you clever poets, please keep them coming. What a fun form of poetry.

Thank you for tuning in, PL’s. We’ll be back with more poetry action real soon…….

The Clerihew

Hello Poetry Lovers

Friday already! I thought I’d give us something to mull over over the weekend.

Adelaide favourite and recently featured poet, Tony Josolyne has introduced me to this wonderful Clerihew poetry form.

Thank you for that, Tony. I’ve sketched another picture of you here, with a Dick Tracy element

This is Tony’s wonderful piece. Although this was news a few weeks ago, it’s still very relevant to the madness that’s going on at this moment;

Goodbye! Goodbye! Allegra Strattan

no more to put her party hat on

her publicised mock interview

has led her to this clerihew

T Josolyne 2021

Wasn’t that just wonderful and clever?! Now, here’s my amateurish attempt;

Warhol Clerihew

I wanted a date with Andy Warhol

Certain he’d be bright and colourful

But they said he was cheap and tight

And would never help me in a fight 

Dobby Moulson 2021

So, I couldn’t resist looking up its origins, and I see it was invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley at the age of 16! I adored this one;

Sir Christopher Wren

Said, “I am going to dine with some men.

If anyone calls

Say I am designing St. Paul’s.”[1]

E. clerihew Bentley 1905

Wasn’t that fascinating ?! I can see you all writing these clerihews now. I know Dobby’s getting scribbling (after she comes off Zoom)

Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. We’ll be back with more poetry shenanigans real soon……


Hello Poetry Lovers

Good to be back after a somewhat rocky week.

Now, knocking about with my old friend, Instagram, I discovered the Zejel poetry form. Looked terrific fun so I thought I’d share one with you.

This is an old Spanish form, and the first stanza starts with a tercet, the other 3 consist of 4 lines. Afraid I discarded the syallables but they are usually 8 in each line. What a rebel!

It puts me in mind of the Kyrelle form, but see what you think;


I put on a new lipstick 

But I find it too thick 

I’ll never look slick 

It’s gloss I need, not matt

This one makes me look fat

I have to look for the cat 

I think she’s been sick 

My face powder is too pale

I just bought it in a sale 

I’ll chuck it without fail 

I can take my pick 

The lights start to dim 

I can smell something grim

I’d better get out the Vim

The clock has a menacing tick

Wasn’t that just fun?! Try one yourselves and show me

Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. We’ll be back for more poetry party tricks real soon

Romantic Triolets

Hello Poetry Lovers

Are we settling nicely into 2022 now? Or like me, you’re treading with caution?

I’ve gone back to the world of the Triolet form, if only to feature this beautiful piece from the genuis talented poet Connaire Kensit

Dobby and I are huge fans of Connaire’s work, and my heart was particularly captured by this beautiful triolet. This will be followed by a more ruthless poet’s work, but will not be in the same class. I’m warning you now! Read on;

True Life Romance

The truth is exciting;

Romance is prosaic.

Though not always delighting,

The truth is exciting.

No fictional writing

Can match life’s mosaic.

The truth is, “Exciting

Romance” is prosaic.

C. Kensit 2021

Wasn’t that beautiful, such clever and vivid words. Thank you, Connaire. Lovely piece.

The following triolets are more bitter-sweet but they seem to fall into this subject. More failed romances really.

Read on..

Tap Routine 

You told me I had kaleidoscope eyes

In between tap dancing classes

How was I to know it was all lies?!

You told me I had kaleidoscope eyes 

But it was all a clever disguise 

You just liked to make passes

You told me I had kaleidoscope eyes

In between tap dancing classes 

D Moulson 2022

Husband Triolet

My husband would never give you the eye

He’s not that sort of chap

What you’ve heard is a complete lie

My husband would never give you the eye

He swore to me he’d rather die 

It’s just all a big mishap 

My husband would never give you the eye

He’s not that sort of chap 

Traditional 1974

Wasn’t that fun?! Thank you again to the lovely poet and cat lover, Connaire. Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. Stay tuned for some more poetry antics real soon…

Return of the Poetry Basket

Hello Poetry Lovers

Welcome back to our much missed Poetry Basket section.

I am so excited as today we feature that wonderful and talented poet Barney Ashton-Bullock

A trememdous favourite, and one of the first live poets I ever swooned over, Barney’s latest collection Bucolicism – Poems and Fragmenta is published by Strike Force Entertainment and is red-hot and really worth a read. Look at the sizzling review below;

Bucolicism – Poems and Fragmenta by Barney Ashton-Bullock 

Subtitled Alt-lite lyric verse for a post-pastoral England, we open the vivid cover of this brand new collection from Barney Ashton-Bullock. This poet has an impressive background of publications including the vibrant café kaput!, and he remains on top with these 27 tight and significant pieces.  Stunningly designed and illustrated by Meriel Waissman, with disturbing and irresistible images inside.  

I started my journey with Loss a powerful short piece that truly jumps out at the reader.  The impact not lost with What We Were Is What We Are, provocative words that are also tender. I bathed in the nostalgic wistfulness,  and the depths of the opening stanza, particularly in the deeper depths of the darkest nights, a place we have all been.  The brutal romance in You Should Know Where My Heart is, and the intense Englishness and visual colour of Remembrance, Strawberry Mivvi and Knobbly Knees will strike a chord. These words are used to remind of us of what we have lost, what is gone forever. And our ongoing traditions of Wimbledon and Henley melt in the mouth. 

The complex haibun style of In More Censorious Summer Dorset Days…gives us such a strong imagery, and a razor sharp insight of the poet’s Dorset background. Dedicated to a lost first love?  Very ambivalent and intriguing. The alluring vernacular of Village contains an unforgettable line of Cigs, ket, stout, cide, hash, snog, blow, laid, vom, chuck.  The underlying innocence speaks volumes. One of the most irresistible pieces of this journey. 

Dorset Prayer is so achingly sad, a nostalgic tableau of former English life, blown away and snatched from under our noses. You’re In Hardy Country, 1974 is a humorous account of youth and cynicism. A clever combination.  Gran is almost painful in its lurid and stunning detail.  And speaking of pain, Calcot Hotel, Speaking?  The sense of loss for these seaside institutions, and a familiar pang of losing a grandmother. The poet puts this over without mawkishness.  We come then to the stunning Guest House, a personal favourite with extraordinarily descriptions and clever wording. Full of wonderful revelations and leading to an apt climax. 

Then our journey speeds up through England with the wistful and autobiographical words of Tetbury, the structures that unravel themselves.  The heart stirring Sezincote borders on the Jarmanesque and our once treasured past, the final line stating that they would not see Sezincote again is moving.  The prose of Shoscombe is strong and personal, and our journey takes us to a tribute to Alan Peglar, the saviour of The Flying Scotsman,  Childhood (Jump The Tracks) is graphic, dark with an underlying hopeful note. 

Autumn Again embraces us with stunning descriptions with the mourning of a lost love. Wistful but never sentimental. Upper Holloway, a very ambitious piece where the poet physically takes us to this part of North London with his pain and experience and its tender  subtext.    This Ending Life is apt for the last piece and an atmospheric fitting climax. 

Ashton-Bullock takes us to so many places in this succinct collection, and it is a journey worth taking. I’d like to go round again please. 

Bucolicism Poems and Fragmenta by Barney Ashton-Bullock is available through Cherry Red Records on

I’d really recommend treating yourself to this amazing collection.

Thanks for tuning, Poetry Lovers. I hope you enjoyed the review, we’ll be back real soon with more poetry japes …….

Happy (ish) New Year

Happy New Year, Poetry Lovers.

Are we embracing 2022? Or shying away from it, fearing yet another blow from Lockdown? There seems to be tremendously mixed and tentative feelings about this very new year .

So, to counteract this trepidation, I have posted two pieces on the New Year.

The first you will see is pretty miserable but may remind us of New Year celebrations best forgotten.

The second is a much more positive piece, with optimism from that lovely talented poet, Trisha Broomfield. She cleverly sums up how we should be feeling

New Year Lament 

Nylon underwear beneath 

Effervescent clothes 

Worn for a New Year but

Yearning for midnight and

Escape from false exuberance 

Aching to undress and get 

Ready for bed 

H Moulson 2021

Now this is Trisha’s, far more profound;

New Year Acrostic 

Never underestimate

Every person’s desire to

Will in a new and better

Year than the one before

Each one of us wishes to see sunshine

And smiles, to hear heart-warming words.

Return to the past? Why would you? 

© TB

Limerick Corner

Happy New Year, Poetry Lovers

I am falling in love with limericks, so when the lovely poet Trisha Broomfield penned this great piece, I had to share it with you all.

A great start to 2022. Thank you, Trisha, very witty and clever and most of all – cat related. An excellent mix. Do read on, you will all love it too;

Trisha’s Limerick

There was a cool poet called Trish

who had quite a penchant for fish

but up popped the cat

an end to all that

now each meal is an aubergine dish.

Wasn’t that just wonderful?! Do have a go yourselves, I’d love to see yours too. Thank you again, Trisha.

Well, PL’s, all I can say is Happy New Year to you, and lets hope 2022 is a good one!

Eye Limerick

Hello PL’s

As most of you know, I had a cataract procedure recently. The right eye now feels as if it has gravel in it, due to the eye drops, they say.

So I was feeling quite down about it all. Not only did I have to endure that odd Clockwork Orange type procedure, I had to walk the 2 miles to Roehampton hospital due to roadworks.

So when the lovely poet and friend, Sharron Green gave me this limerick, things really lit up. Read on and you’ll see what I mean. Thank you so much, Sharron. I’ll treasure this;

There was a great poet called Heather
Whose humour was light as a feather
She had an eye op
So her sight would be top
And she could bring more folks together

rhymes_n_roses 2021

Wasn’t that terrific?! I would love to do a clever limerick like that! A New Year’s resolution maybe? Thank you again, Sharron

The following collage is Dobby caring for me after my operation. I know I’m going to pay dearly for this.

Thank you for tuning in, PL’s. We’ll be back with more antics real soon…

Bitter sweet Yuletide

Hello Poetry Lovers

I thought I’d get one more seasonal piece in before Christmas Day.

Inspired by Trisha and Sharron’s pieces, I thought I’d try and get the wonderful detail those talented poets do. I also thought I’d try this structure – what fun!

Anyway, read on;

Christmas always reminds me of ;

The coal fire

Burnt sausage rolls 

Mince pies 

The turkey in the oven at 7 am 

Carry on films

On the telly 

I got a wooden jigsaw puzzle one year


I hate them

Bore me stiff

I was too old for the big wooden pieces 

Loved it 


Christmas dinner was anti-climatic  

Dry turkey

Brussel sprouts 

Crackers loud 

Only the trifle was worth having 



A dark Boxing Day afternoon 

Holiday adverts

All presents  


Parents and brother hungover  

Why do 

We bother? 

H Moulson 2021

So, PL’s, what can I really say? Except a very Happy Christmas to everyone and thank you all for tuning in this past year.

Seasons Greetings part II

Hello Poetry Lovers

Christmas draws nearer, and I have another seasonal treat to show you. This is by the lovely and clever poet, Sharron Green

I particularly liked this one because it emphasises the splendour of the season while bringing up relevant issues. I thought this was a very clever and engaging piece.

Thank you so much, Sharron, and congratulations on winning the University of Surrey’s Poetry competition. Do read on;

Christmas Countdown

Clusters of crystals glitter the rose buds

Tinsel the treetops in lullaby lanes

Snow flakes have drifted, sledging through soap suds 

Terrible torture to chubby chilblains

Down in the village, homes are bedecked now

Fairy lights garland each garden and roof

Santas on sleighs and Rudolphs project how

Each wants a visitor, this is their proof

Children have scribbled and drawn their desires

Hence all the Black Friday bargains to wrap

Chaos of gifts strewn beside roaring fires

Toxic news turns all plans made to crap

Seems that each day there’s diminishing cheer

Watching the list of do’s and don’ts grow

Twenty-one tapers, eyes turn to next year.

We’ll make the best of this Christmas though.

Rhymes_n_Roses 2021

Thank you again, Sharron and keep them coming please. Wasn’t that a wonderful piece?! It really reflected our current climate.

Stay tuned, PL’s for more seasonal antics real soon…

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