A walk on the beach with a friend: A poem 

I tell you we will all grow old someday  But not that panic on my pillow does lay  When sore with aches, I sincerely pray  That death comes early and easy my way  Time spent in the whispers of conversation  That pain is kept secret like patience  You talk of living by taking action  I thinkContinue reading “A walk on the beach with a friend: A poem “

When it’s spring: A poem 

I will be raking off winter’s grey leaves in September charm  Cold crime novels and hot brandy no longer on my arm  Emotions will be buzzing like a nectar-sucking bees’ swarm  The birds will chirp to colours of buttercups and peonies, and morning calm  People will gather around the parks’ barbecues and drink beer likeContinue reading “When it’s spring: A poem “

What a sip is a sip of gossip?!: Just for laughs 

The loose-tongued raconteur may not be perturbed by Alexander Pope’s remark that: “All seems yellow to the jaundiced eye.” For if he’s got a nose for news and teeth that can bite, he’d more than revel in a rosy revelation, than in a plateful of the good food.  Garbage, they say, is the content ofContinue reading “What a sip is a sip of gossip?!: Just for laughs “

Nothing’s flat about flattery: Just for laughs 

There’s nothing like a sweet nothing in the ear of a listener. And egos, they say, come in various shapes and sizes, just as men do. The shrewd eye will know, however, there’s much to gain from apple-polishing a man’s ego, than riding his own horse over the fence. The egoist doesn’t tolerate egoism, justContinue reading “Nothing’s flat about flattery: Just for laughs “