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Down in the Valley. Top Story - October 2026.
Yea, though I have reached my peak in the Valley of the Angel of Mediocrity, I shall fear no fame. That fickle bitch will never know my name. The stars don’t even bother to look down on me, let alone keep a map of my destiny in their back pocket. But who cares what they think? Like most of the rich assholes down here, we barely know their names and only care about what they leave behind when they die.
By Sean A.22 days ago in Poets
The House That Ate October
It comes without a warning Bold, macabre embellishments Fog machines and skeletons That invitation, “Enter if you dare.”
By Laura Roodenburg22 days ago in Poets
THE ALIENS LANDED IN ST HELENS Uk Oct 13 2026
THE ALIENS LANDED IN ST HELENS A Rather Strange Tuesday Morning The aliens came to St Helens, At half past seven in the morning, They announced their arrival with a mighty bang, Without so much as a warning.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 22 days ago in Poets
Dogs Don’t Care When They Fart
The other night I was sitting on my couch watching TV. My two little dogs were sitting beside me. I don't know who it was, or whether it was both of them, but she/they let rip a silent but deadly fart. They are normally not too bad, but this brought tears to my eyes. After about 15 minutes, another one!
By Calvin London23 days ago in Poets
MY LAKE FISHING BOAT, THE TITANIC
MY LAKE FISHING BOAT, THE TITANIC I bought myself a fishing boat, It wasn’t very grand, The bloke who sold it said to me, She’s finest boat on land.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 23 days ago in Poets
Creeping Edge
Darkness slithering slowly at the maw Unnatural creatures eagerly await with empty buckets The early warmth births frigid winds
By Mo Darasi23 days ago in Poets
The Kendall A. Defoe Ballad
Please forgive me: This song might not be ''wanky'' enough, but I think it does the job (and I refuse to show myself attempting to sing this one):
By Kendall Defoe 23 days ago in Poets
Gone
Pumpkin head followed me all the way home, I ran as fast as I could; Through forests, through fields, and through the woods.
By Carol Ann Townend24 days ago in Poets
The Day My Résumé Went Out for Coffee
I polished my résumé until it shone, Collected achievements I proudly owned. I mastered the meetings, the memos, the charts, And learned how to smile while suppressing my thoughts.
By Khali Sollis24 days ago in Poets
The Giraffe Who Refused to Shrink
There once was a giraffe with a fabulous view, Who could see all the things that the others never knew. She could spot distant mountains, the clouds drifting by, And the occasional bird with a questionable tie.
By Khali Sollis24 days ago in Poets
Afternoon Toast
In evening’s glow, where shadows softly play, The table set with warmth and golden light, A crusty loaf lies waiting, fresh arrayed, Beside a glass of amber, bold and bright. With every slice, the scent of earth arises, Yeast's gentle whispers dance upon the air; I tear the bread—its heart a soft surprise— Each crumb a story woven with such care. And as I sip this whiskey rich and deep, The oak barrels sing their tales of time gone by; A symphony that lingers while I steep In moments lost—a memory awry. Together here, in simple joy we blend, This bread and spirit shared till twilight's end.
By Forest Green25 days ago in Poets
Ahh Soup!
I'm horrified! You all left me here, In this ghostly house, Watching snow fall down the window- pane; But I shall not moan!
By Carol Ann Townend25 days ago in Poets