toybulldog

Memory of My Father

Every old man I see
Reminds me of my father
When he had fallen in love with death
One time when sheaves were gathered.

That man I saw in Gardner Street
Stumble in the kerb was one,
He stared at me half-eyed,
I might have been his son.

And I remember the musician
Faltering over his fiddle
In Bayswater, London,
He too set me…[Read more]

The Legs

There was this road,
And it led up-hill,
And it led down-hill,
And round and in and out.

And the traffic was legs,
Legs from the knees down,
Coming and going,
Never pausing.

And the gutters gurgled
With the rain’s overflow,
And the sticks on the pavement
Blindly tapped and tapped.

What drew the legs along
Was the never-stopping.
And…[Read more]

How to Kill

Under the parabola of a ball,
a child turning into a man,
I looked into the air too long.
The ball fell in my hand, it sang
in the closed fist: ‘Open Open
Behold a gift designed to kill’.

Now in my dial of glass appears
the soldier who is going to die.
He smiles, and moves about in ways
his mother knows, habits of his.
The wires…[Read more]

Fable

Once upon a time
there was a lonely wolf
lonelier than the angels.

He happened to come to a village,
He fell in love with the first house he saw.

Already he loved its walls
the caresses of its bricklayers.
But the windows stopped him.

In the room sat people.
Apart from God nobody ever
found them so beautiful
as this child-like…[Read more]

The Cable Ship

We fished up the Atlantic Cable one day between the Barbadoes and the Tortugas,
held up our lanterns
and put some rubber over the wound in its back,
latitude 15 degrees north, longitude 61 degrees west.
When we laid our ear down to the gnawed place
we could hear something humming inside the cable.

‘It’s some millionaires in…[Read more]

@cath 55 wrote:

goes n builds anderson shelter to put me lap top in ……….

At the Bomb Testing Site

At noon in the desert a panting lizard
waited for history, its elbows tense,
watching the curve of a particular road
as if something might happen.

It was looking at something farther off
than people could see, an important scene
acted in…[Read more]

lol I know

yes the ‘rub of the green’ will always even out over a Premiership season. Always, and that tends to minimise these saturday night talking points.

Cup matches are different

@Poppet wrote:

I wish Mims, thanks for the compilment though. Im not sure if your being sarcastic Toy but apology accepted.

Love Poppet

I wasn’t and thought I had explained

anyway, ty

love me

don’t know ya but well done and he’s lovely xx

pete I’m usually bored to feck by your siggys, but that one is amazing.

sorry, yeah Rob Styles, another one to go against the wall blind-folded. Although maybe in his case he won’t need a blindfold huh ?

@minim wrote:

actually, would anyone like some blackberries with their ginger beer? I went picking today and have a glut.

If you mean berries-of-equal-value, then yes.

munches on some strange fruit offered by mims

Please mims, don’t ask relevant questions. I’m busy working on my new image which is based on equal portions of homophobia and racism.

Political correctness is like emoticons, soooo last century…..

But we’re making a cake right ? So let’s be careful then, as too many cliches spoil the broth.

Actor, you made me laugh there. And I can’t recall you ever doing that before.

Yes please, lashings of ginger beer, with the emphasis on ‘lashings’……. you screaming queen you.

x

so “having your account activated” means getting pregnant.

I never knew that.

Yes, it’s quite the little tubthumper. You can’t beat a bracing cakewalk along the seafront, inspiring one for the torchlit rallies ahead.

A little black figure even jumped off the front of my jam jar and busted a few minstrel-like shapes on the front porch.

I politely pointed out in which direction the cotton fields lay.

That’s very kind of you Mims.

Do I cut a new hole in this white sheet so I can eat ? Or should I put the burning cross down and eat like a normal human being, and not one who married his sister.

I would prefer Special K but racists can’t be choosers.

I went out with her once.

She doesn’t look like a demented Hartlepool supporting head hunter with a stutter but such things can be hidden by the painter.

He must have done my other ex’s too …….

well I know I wished them luck, but that’s just taking it too far

“When a role is right for him, he’s peerless,” the film critic Pauline Kael wrote in 1977. “Newman is most comfortable in a role when it isn’t scaled heroically; even when he plays a bastard, he’s not a big bastard — only a callow, selfish one, like Hud. He can play what he’s not — a dumb lout. But you don’t believe it when he plays someone perve…[Read more]

I do like having my tummy tickled with a winning lottery ticket, although you’ll be amazed to learn that it doesn’t happen that often. No, really.

specially if we talking a double roll over…….