Ishaisms, Wordsworth

Ode to one that loved and lost

Wordsworth, your lost loveand the pain you inked,remains as a wound now fresh in meand felt after all these years upon re-readingyour poems, and meetingyour pained spirit againI feel you now,you write about my fearsNo walk upon the hills to allay themNo host of golden daffodils enoughOnly the melancholy you speak of in the endOnly… Continue reading Ode to one that loved and lost

humour, Ishaisms, Poetry


There lived a pair o' sisters plain -one judgemental and one mean.Said Mean, one day, to her sibling"Judgemental, I say, you are terribly mean!"Now, Judgemental with mute contempt replied -(oh! that epitome of the smirk n' snide!) That bitter look made Mean's sharp tongue meaner;she cursed till it cut her own lip, like paper.Judgemental scrunched… Continue reading TWO SISTERS