When the pen takes control.

Polished performances are seldom satirical

But with liberal application can be lyrical

Richard of York gave battle in vain

A mnemonic that is in all of our memories ingrained

I bow my head to all the very clever writers of such

Nudges as these when in your mind the answers are stuck

Before their release to our tongues or our pens

Opening channels that will impress all your friends

With your deep knowledge and superior intelligence.

I used to think that my life might be

fulfilled if I were to join a monastery

but then I realised my gregarious attitude

was not suited to a life of contemplative solitude

This could be a really bad dream

looks like Munch’s unsettling,”Scream.”

or even a trio of cenobites

unused to sitting in broad daylight

but I rather like these songsters three

their silent voices give such joy to me.

Above the hills the billowing towers

white with darker centres climbing

higher as the day gives way to evening

their dense darkness mirrors its glower

Higher still their edges smooth and level

while the heavy air though now less warm

a sign of approaching thunderstorm

and they will soon assume the familiar anvil.

Stories for Humans – Bletherings. By me. Yours truly. Ian Hutson. If these figures are to be believed, the man with a readership of two and sales of …

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So I’ll just strut while you guys dig

the camera really makes me look big.

No way am I as tall as a pig

so the camera supposedly never lies

it’ll soon show everyone that pigs can fly

easily done with the help of AI.

Not a pawnshop but three balls

hang up to dry in the midday sun

flags hang limp on spars and poles

a life belt gladly still redundant

between sea and sky the blue is blurred

horizon empty, clear and calm

light cloud lingers overhead

invite to sail without threat of storm