My T.V Guide By Jody McKenna

If I managed productions Of T.V in the day, I'd change the title Loose Women To Feminists in Pain. Pop Idol to Cheese on Toast And Emmerdale to Drone Big Brother into Watch My Life While You Ignore Your Own. Who Wants to be a Millionaire? To a less obvious question. Bid Up TV and Quiz Call To Open To Suggestion. Hollyoaks to Sorry Folks, But If This Is Life, Then How, Trinny and Susannainto Just Turn Over Now. Springwatch into Pry On Nature, News to Living Hell. Teletubs to No Wonder Your Children Cannot Spell. The F Word to Midlife Crisis, Wife Swap into Why? The Apprentice into Brown Nose Alan, Heartbeat into Sigh. But I don't work in TV And I don't manage nothing. So I guess I'll just sit back, relax, Watch crap and eat my muffin.

Copyright © Jody McKenna 2011

Poetry That Fucking Cockerel By Catherine Scott

I'm going to kill that fucking cockerel if he wakes me up again Every summer morning he's up at 4.00 a.m. He's done this to me too many times when I'm relaxed and sleeping sound So I'm sure you understand that of his flesh I want my pound That cockerel's gonna DIE! Read more...

Poetry - When I'm Feeling Low By Laurenceaux.

When I've had a bad day, or I'm feeling low; or the world's overpowering and I've no place to go; and if I'm in a bad mood and cross with myself, hating others and feel left on the shelf; Read more...

Poetry - Sammy's Point By Brian Hodgins

On the north bank of the Humber, At a place called Sammy's Point, The breakers torch began to burn, What had made this city great? The finest ships that ever sailed, Manned by the finest men, They knew no fear, tho' death was near, Read more...

Poetry Makeover By Mike Watts

There is much that needs fixing in this house. Working a nostril with my thumb, I run my fingers Over wallpaper that can remember cheap fuel, pound notes, And me with thicker hair. I move across carpet, worn and faded, like big game, shot and Thrown down a hundred years ago. Read more...

Poetry - Ham By Mark Walmsley
	Anticipation in the air Not a seat to be had Not an empty chair Ice cream and popcorn being eaten by all The lights go down, in the Victorian hall The curtains pull out and the stage is set Read more...

Poetry - Administration's Curse By George Fripley

They fuck you up, administrators, They don't mean to but they do, And while you're drowning in your work, They add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By administrators in the past, Who devised the systems now in use, Read more...

Poetry - Sensations By Sylvia Robinson

As warm as red, as cold as blue As friendly as green, and calming too As vibrant as orange, subdued as black As white as snow, before any tracks As mellow as yellow, with lemony twist As bold as purple, as grey as mist As bland as beige, as glistening as gold Read more...

Poetry - This Was My Day By Monkeyleg

I lay on those cliffs for hours, Watching and waiting, Listening to the lone farmhouse, A distant way to the west. The gentle swell of the North Sea, Behind me, to the east. My mind an easy wind. Read more...

Poetry - Claude Stanley 'Chuckles' Choules; 3rd March 1901 - 5th May 2011 By Terry Ireland

The last known combat survivor of the great war has passed and gone ninety three years almost since it ended in so any ways the world has moved on We kill more efficiently these days the leader of a nation of great wealth watches by beamed live transmissions as a terrorist leader is killed by stealth Read more...

Poetry - Loneliness By Angela Morkos

Loneliness is a wasting disease You smoke the years away in your room Or haunt supermarkets at 9pm The bright lights will distract you from your inner gloom. Loneliness is cancer It eats you cell by cell, The years slip by, you age, you tire And wonder Read more...

Poetry - Loneliness By Angela Morkos

Loneliness is a wasting disease You smoke the years away in your room Or haunt supermarkets at 9pm The bright lights will distract you from your inner gloom. Loneliness is cancer It eats you cell by cell, The years slip by, you age, you tire And wonder Read more...

Poetry - Shell in a Box By Laurenceaux.

There was life there and you took it away. Warmth; but you cooled it. I had feelings and you numbed them, emotions 'till you slit my faith and bled them dry. Read more...

Poetry - Snowy Mountain Blood By David Delaney
	He views the brumbies fleeing down the hill while now he's chasing, closing at great pace. And knowing that one slip out here could kill, he can't afford a tumble or lose face. The cracking stockwhip sounded as he cheered it echoed through the valley far below. These Queensland mountains many have revered, Read more...

Poetry - The Lurker: Only in the night By Jody McKenna

In the day you tread on egg shells. Your words and steps are very carefully chosen. Dead to me is you, the lurker. Death to you is nothing. In the day you play the little act. You play the roll of Judas. Betrayal with your head held high. Lying near the weary witness. Read more...