One solemn clothes line
Battered in the gale.
Drenched and cold and sodden
Forgotten among the rain.

One stubborn clothes peg
That clings triumphant on the line,
Cursing the sky and tempest
As the last sock flies away sublime.

Why do some people choose to be unloved
because they won't accept the love that we give them

I started scribbling to help pass the night shifts
Soon the scribbles turned into poetry
Not particularly good poetry either
But I persevered, joined the poetry section on
A social networking site
That in turn led me to HP
Anyway I started posting here
Initially without a great deal of success
But I stuck at it and started to gain a following
My message to anyone who loses heart
Because nothing seems to be going anywhere
Is just stick at it
It happened for me, it will happen for you

There's a place to go on Sunday morn
A place to meet good friends
Where you can laze around with cup in hand
And curb your latest bends.

Satisfaction comes in many forms
You can bet there is no lack.
All you need to do is go
But first get out of the sack.

See you at St. Arbucks.

so i think I can tell
heaven from hell
aloft in a bright cool breeze
you never meant that much to me
a testament to how it can be
finally free to enjoy the blue skies
fired from my lead role in a cage