The zoo is rubble, the animals confused

Jill of all trades and everybody’s mistress

My son has shaved the family canary

In all their piquant, painful, funny moments

Calm Down! We’re all friends here

The caterpillar waving in the air

Let’s call this your Everest

I would like a pen-friend

Alice-with-matches in Pudding Lane

Sometimes I wonder; the pain I have felt

We are on a train from Rome to Munich

We just go on assuming

Failed marriages, love affairs, illnesses

The Germans had the best uniforms

The purr of your electric razor

This, a part of their abidance

Amazon is coming today!!

We watch an island being born

High on some mountain, affected by what is lacking

Once, in The Black Forest, my tent collapsed

Princes, Popes, Philosophers and Pigs

But I had a severe intestinal malfunction

The Butler has set himself on fire

Dear Cal, you owe me nothing, nothing!

I was called away to see a calving

I started reading “The Collected Letters”

I have written to my aged parents: could they pretend they never loved me?

 

PROMPTS

Running on the spot in my room

The wind off Lundy Roads

Write up the dead in yellow chalk

I understand we should not love

The girl who found a dragon’s footprint

Fat Dads about to die early

The screaming muscles in our thighs

We barefoot penitents

Again and Again and A-fucking-gain

Evan started catching shells

Packman not Pac-Man

A shrine to the devil

This simply will not do

What if we put trampolines out?

They call him “Gullible Joseph”

For all intents and purposes

We cannot hide here huddled round the stove

I confess I am not a confessional poet

Like Trigger's Broom

Waiting for the postman and the milk

The still-whole windows in a shipwreck

Boiling buttercups

We Live, We Live, We are Alive

When winds move us and breezes whisper

They are burning cows on every farm

If we still had dragons and knights

 PROMPTS

When the ravens leave the tower

Miss Funnymoney

Pirate School

It’s a matter of habit

Wiping the juice from her chin

One day a goat

The silky symmetry of the swimmer

Your voice seems different

When a baby takes your finger in its grasp

Stamp-addressed escalope

A serious sequence of collisions

Pontius is learning to fly

I am a foot man

Sun is expected sometime in the next month

A unique shade of ink

I was thinking of tea with the queen

The kitchen smells of sex

Listening to reggae in a smoke-filled room

The Stick Market

The smell of dust on the underground

Jerry & Tom

The curves we see in the distance

We can’t all be archangels

The shepherd wants to get the flock out of here!

I am learning the concertina

The bed is big enough

I am not quite in my skin

 PROMPTS

Things are a bit lumpy at the moment

After three days, three letters

Turns out Popeye was with the CIA

We will capture America

The light that is in you

You put love on like an old coat

Autumn is just here one day

I vomit occasionally

We are disappointed, of course

The Blessed Urgent Fairy

For those falling short of God’s Glory

Wait for a while, then start digging

It’s a pollen thing

He liked secret messages and invisible ink

Winter is something we survive

Old men playing sad guitars

The darkness comprises us

A bag in a box in a tin in a crate

The houses pretend to be asleep

When your pee is cloudy

Sometimes you just have to win

Bless This House

Where the Papers are Hidden

A Plague of Priests

The Mantlepiece above the fire

The soul escapes the light

Why does half+half feel like less than one?

 PROMPTS

We have swung too many cats in here

The Black Album

We need to come to an understanding

There may be a mild reaction

The Mass is Ended

A mix of poets and balloons

Certain parts of this have been falsified

Something bitter on the tongue

Snow, in so many different ways

In the middle of the bridge

Eggs, milk, a little detergent

The weight of your piano

Hell’s Angels books have lots of chapters

There are various body parts

Slowly the mood turns darker

A few small monsters to deal with

A green light blinking across the bay

For the want of a nail

Close all doors and windows

As the earth is compacted

Sweet faces, black hearts

Helga hides things in her wooden leg

River of Lies

The bulbs begin to flicker

There are other aspects with which I am not familiar

Rooms full of thunder

Hags, Witches, Bastards

 PROMPTS

Fog is enveloping the cities, trees

I was born long ago but I am not old

RAVINE
There is something familiar about the way you are dying

Selling soup in Abu Dhabi

City of unwanted friends

A mature man doesn’t piss in the snow

I believe I think in a different way

A two-faced clock

My head, my belly and my heart is full

SPLEEN

When the ventriloquist loses his voice

The Duck Dance

Three men walk down a street

Repent at Pleasure

I have been sober for 37 minutes

We buckle our swashes, Ma’am

Swan Pond

Some times are Sand, some Smoke

You, my condemned fellows

We shot many and buried the survivors

Pulling a mountain is easier than pushing string

The fog settles, the night comes alive

Uncircumcised Jewish Babies

My Pet Worm

Dimes, cents, dollar-bills

Put the coffin on the cart

 PROMPTS

The architecture of love

Red Rabbit

Why bass guitarists look  bored

Me and the Supremes

In the darkest corners of cathedrals

Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, where have you been?

It’s clearly a mirror, he reflected

There was once a wheel-tapper called Fred

A goldfish in my martini

Trial by Candle

Feet like dead fish

In the middle of the middle, dead centre.

The Head Nurse loves me

Never Assume, Always Check

Matter; Anti-Matter; Doesn’t Matter

Fondling #101

The cunning of the betrayed wife

Not all wounds heal

Not all squirrels are bushy-tailed

The picket-fence, a dog

Careless talk is talc

It’s basically a question of geography

Centurion’s Disease

Write it in the sand, then stop the tide

Mormon Underwear

These are my racing clothes

Eclectic Epileptic, Apoplectic

 PROMPTS

Deadly Virus Localised Area

A tall glass building with no exits

What is the difference between a big bush and a small tree?

Shot by the Black ’n Tans

TREE

The man who wore suits to bed

Bananas are herbs, tomatoes fruit

Is the answer some kind of system?

Keats, the randy poet

The difference between butter and margarine

Her husband’s father’s son

Crossword, paper. Cut out the competition

GALLIVANTING

Monday is Yellow. Tuesday is Green

For two pounds of potatoes and a turnip

Follow Me! I’m right behind you!

Flabbergasted Flibbertigibbets

I beg t’differ wit cher!

A Trip to the Sun

I need to die young and tragic. Is 73 too late?

Nellie, Paddy, Jenny. Trecco Bay

America; Not-America.

I need a shave. I SO need a shave

Now is the vintner of our nincompoop

The Litmus Test

Ministry of Excuses

 Monday Prompts

The NHS is hiring Lazarus

I still think it would be better with walls

Pouring the whisky down the sink

God is not well

I have sent my grief away for a break

My boyfriend left me and went back to Sydney

A number of surgical appliances

The glass man has crystal balls

A one-armed man on a trapeze

My insides are outside. That is not good

When fish are dizzy

Three Hundred Things for Clever Boys to Do

Would you like to see my grenades?

Donkey, Ass, Mule Burro

You shoulda seen the look I gave him!

My darling ate my Clementines

To be small enough not to be noticed

I took my friend to see the old ruin but she was out

As disgusting as milk thawed on the radiator

Sock Cucker

A dream of somewhere better than America

Something made with lace

I’m sorry to tell you but you have at least thirty years to live

He was a fine man for stories

I am too lazy to go to bed

Is there an Anarchist Party? The storm abates; small creatures stir

 PROMPTS

A Minor disagreement in Central Park

Now is the D-J of or Discotheque

The regular incursions of the Press

He killed himself in The Brighton Grand

The steel that makes the ship

Sad as a clock with no minute hand

Rows of sweaty Yellow Cabs

Down the stairs to hot, steaming music

Sneaky Fucking Greeks

Traffic Wardens with AK47s

Clouds, begging for attention

Sergeant Stripes and Corporal Punishment

A Neon Kiss and Flickering Love

I have decided to be a yacht

Sardines, Capers, Oranges

Wear a dustbin-lid in case of falling bricks

Naked as a granite worktop and about as warm

The moon, vaguely pissed off

Two small silver pistols

Bear Mountain now wears clothes

She has a quick, brave heart

The perfectly upright Tower Of Pisa

If war comes, be sure of your love

Viagra in the water supply

Her flaming hair and lips actually flaming
Poetry is playing the drum with two flutes

I am neither invisible, nor transparent

Sometimes the lights should not go on

 PROMPTS, FRIDAY, 22 Jan

01 I am imprisoned like a virus is imprisoned

02 Foreman in a Toilet-Roll Mine

03 The dry leaves in our pockets

04 The Sound of the Friday Market

05 Room of Bad Noises

06 Pockets full of poems, condoms, loose tobacco

07 Are there coffee shops on the margins?

08 In the pocket of his tartan waistcoat

09 The delicate lament of rotting meat

10 Are tickets to Perdition Returns?

11 Can a truth be built on lies?

12 I drink because we might run out

13 Swift Blades make ice water

14 A blind wombat

15 The Happy Hooligan Milk-Bar

16 An Enormous Window

17 If our stamp collection was all the same stamp

18 The Wind in the Pillows

19 They are storing the dying on ships

20 Last night I dreamt Trump knocked

21 Something slightly sneaky about love

22 By what rule is blue blue?

23 The past falls away but is in a room

24 I found a jacket on a train

25 The three-mile-long plane

26 Poetry! I was looking for Pottery

27 Men rescuing owls

28 The Two-Inch Poet