Thursday, October 19, 2017

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Dunce upon a lime there was born a deformed snail. Some of the more learned snails thought that Olley was born without a shell because of the acidic nature of his birthing. You see Olley's mum (a former lime dancer and devout Billy Ray Cyrus fan) was heavily pregnant and dancing frenetically on the lime when her slime broke. The nearest snail birthing clinic was a metre away,too late. It was a difficult birth compounded by the fact that even though parasnails attended the birth the action of dragging the snail stretcher up the side of the lime flipped... Read More

The big Texas lawman swung down wearily, hitched the straining thirsty horse to the crude trough outside the shabby dirt farmer's shack. An involuntary twitch in the animal's leg as it gulped the water with relief. The lawman untied the bag containing the injured gasping fighting cock. A startled young boy appeared with a lantern. He shrieked as he pulled the bloodied bird out of the proffered bag. His petite pretty mother waved her arms in unison with the swinging lantern as the dim light reflected off the gold chain fused clumsily to the worn gold pendant in the Texan's other hand. "Manuel?"... Read More

The gloominess of the end of another season of Indian Idol Junior was quelled significantly with the announcement of the launch of the Indian Idol Academy, last Sunday, as the show ended. While millions of TV viewers across the nation, as well as the guest of the day Amitabh Bachan watched, the first official promo and the signature music for the Academy were launched. The Indian Idol Academy is a collaborative initiative between FremantleMedia, 19 Entertainment (a division of Core Media Group)and KarmYog Media & Arts Education Network (KY-MEDIA). These groups have come together to pursue... Read More

Are you somewhere from where you cannot return ...are you somewhere from where you don’t hear. Are you so oblivious of the truth that you exist? If not then, where are you? Today, once again I question my elusive subjection to your existence. ...I yell loudly: “No you are just cannot vanish.”Who are you? I think, I saw you a moment ago but I am not sure. Why I am not so sure? Why is that, I am not able to get it? Why, I am brandishing, my yell to scare you? Am I pretending? Now listen to me, answer me please. Why is that, I feel, you are here? I saw you, that was you and I am very... Read More


It is the year of our bored. 2020. Mankind has cooked its goose off the face of the earth. Ovens,cooking utensils, and music have taken over.Their emergence from confined nuclear b shelters is not without its problems A. An oven encased in a fireproof straight jacket sits weeping in front of shrink Wrap, a kindly shrink who sees things clearly.Doesn't mince words...just wraps them.The oven warms to him...

S WRAP: "There there now ms Oven lets open up and put a lid on your problem.The custard packet orderlies tell me that you've tried to self harm...let's... Read More

We succumb to the softly falling sheets, gently settling, as a billow of laughter touches our skin lightly at first, then, holding us in cool delight. Little is known of the heat born as the neatly lying cotton cage begins to twist and flip while we twirl beneath it. We give birth in our playful gathering to memories, touches that last and excite through the night, the dawn, and the new day and days. There is where our happiness finds a purchase, in wrinkled sheets lying on the bed's corner, falling on the floor, leaving us to cover our nakedness with a dozen pillows that allow our satiated... Read More


G'day. Name's Frank Frankly. Strange name? Frankly i don' think so to be Frank.Then again, quite frankly i don' think Frank suits me.My father's name is Frank.He's a suit maker.Frankly Frank senior's suits don' suit me as suitable apparel to wear.I'm a bikie see,n' i wear what i like n' i like leather jackets.Nothin' else...just wear a leather jacket...n' sometimes i borrow me mum Frank's bum bag. "What for you idiot" i hear yews ask.Oh just t keep me fingers warm! Nahhh! i'm kiddin'...i wear the bum bag t keep me head warm.Oh! i hear yews say,"it must be 'ard t see... Read More

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Musings Of A Poet

Agree Barb, throwing the baby out with the bath water 'aint the answer. Take care. :>)

Musings Of A Poet

I know Rigina, when it takes a week for legite comments to appear it is upsetting, and it is killing the site slowly. Surely there must be a better way to address the spammers and floggers. Also taking away ratings if you do not post in a period of...

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ed i was one of the original complainers about people using this site to flog their stuff. Now legite comments don't show?