Pumpkin tendrils swayed this way,
Then that way, to and fro.
The leaves moved gently by that breeze
Hid dank dark space below.
The old man in the garden,
Was lost one sunny day.
Those tendrils pounced and pulled him in.
As compost he would stay.
They sucked the goodness out,
But there wasn’t much of that.
So they sucked out all the naughty,
Now they’re healthy green and fat.
© Copyright Philip Barton, March 22nd, 2026, All rights reserved
My faculties are becoming diminished.
I start things that never get finished.
I’m half way through this
And beginning on that
And I think
© Copyright Philip Barton 8th October, 2021. All rights reserved.
A car ran over my shadow,
But it didn’t hurt much at all.
It went over my torso,
And would have hurt more so
If I hadn’t been quite so tall.
© Copyright Philip Barton 11th August 2018. All rights reserved
When your spring winds down,
Like Grandfather clocks.
And your life falls apart like a ship on the rocks.
When you give your last frown,
In your old dressing gown,
Do you go to the land of the missing socks?
© Copyright Philip Barton July 21st, 2012. All rights reserved.
He’s the biggest of the pumpkins,
Orange smug and plump.
Dense inside,
We look with pride,
And call it Donald Trump.
© Copyright Philip Barton, March 22nd, 2026. All rights reserved
A heterodox,
Leapt out of the box
And scampered through life
On his own.
From youth to long tooth,
He quested for truth,
And all sooth
that he sought
Is now known.
(*Heterodox – someone of a differing or unorthodox opinion)
© Copyright Philip Barton 26th October 2019. All rights reserved.
It can seem the world is serious,
But we are here to tell
Of a happy little website
Where light-hearted people dwell.
Don’t be discreet – click Like and Tweet,
And let your star shine bright.
Be hard to beat and fleet of feet
Get published what you write.
Don’t jot it down then slowly drown,
Within a glass of wine.
Don’t let the bastards get you down
And now you write this line.
© Copyright Philip Barton May 21st, 2021. All rights reserved.
My children are grown up.
They’re gone and I’m bereft.
They went out in the world.
Now I’m the only child left.
© Copyright Philip Barton, April 28th, 2026, All rights reserved
The big picture is important,
Not nitty-pick detail.
Look up, not down,
Top end of town.
Be strong of mind, not frail.
Look to the far horizon,
See all the world’s far span.
Toughen up,
Young buttercup,
You are tomorrow’s man.
Best foot forward go,
You’re now, not some has-been.
Scan near and far,
No, not the bar.
Somewhere there’s caffeine.
© Copyright Philip Barton, July 18th, 2025, All rights reserved
