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November 2019 Contest Result

Congratulations to the winner: Eumolpus
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Thank you to all participants for entering this past contest and all contests.

October 2019 Contest Results

Congratulations to the winner: Mark!
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Thank you to all participants for entering this past contest and all contests.

The stream (all workshops)

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O My Sweet Friend

Glad I have a Lordly friend
to slow march
ahead of the ambulance
as they take me to the doldrums
I can still imagine how many are following me
the times with reunion at the cemetery
Ridilieu on Park Street

I could imagine
they called an ambulance
to take me to the hospital
the doc moved me to the hospice
the nurse asked
what could she do with a cold body

The Spider In The Toilet

Whilst sitting on the bog
Trying to do a log,
Something happened to Mary
In her secret place all hairy.

From the drain so dirty
Up came an insect flirty;
It was a giant spider
And it scuttled deep inside her.

It felt so very prickly
And sexy, even tickly;
She had to use her thumb
To eject it from her bum.

The moral of this tale
You should learn without fail:
Before exposing anal features,
Always check for little creatures.

INTERNET dating adventures aussie style

as you well know as I do
online dating may have its ups and downs
and in this way after a lot of useless meetings
with symptoms tragic and unpleasant oft
I decided to spread my wings
so I logged on to the website of lonely australian
kangaroo and koala bear lovers
called name of
where in the backhole love is not prohibited
and soon I reached a promising friendship
with someone who looks like a real goer

All Passion Is

She serves wine
not from goblets
but her nipples divine
all love such sweet white wine

They all thirst for more
then she speaks no more
tears roll down her eyes
all then runaway those guys

the world is a place
of laughing stock in disguise
seek no hope in sharing sadness
the guys beguile

then when you smile again
hiding deep hidden your pain
it may also rain
may snow become cold
but those men come on a horse ride
and with you heavenly wards fly

Sweet Mercury

If I could have been there
To hold your sweet hand
Before I’d come
I’d smooth out the sand
Quiet the ocean, silence the birds
So Your last loving song
Is all that I heard

K. Mulroney

Wandering in thoughts

I touch the night
There is no fear of darkness
Moonlight comforts me
Starlight always there

Walk with me a while
Join my ways in thought
Sometimes we fear nothing
Yet take flight when at images

Seek out those dark places
There look at them as you should
Only a shadow you will say
Fliting light catches the darkness

Bring in your dreams of being
Drift as you need, scatter the light
Hold reality in your palms
Tell all that you see them

MYSTERY (December contest)

Dark smokes fill my lungs
A pure undiluted blackness of sort
It sinks my soul into streams of despair
And my eyes tears in blue
Leaving me a token offerry
To a world with beasty feats and icy claws

I have been sold out by life
The sunken teeth of reality tells me that
Truth is a specter and life is but a dream

Mystery and mysticism are let out in the fields
Left for infants to decipher even though they
Faint and tire from exhaustion and this spear.

Winters Cold Hand

The Cold icicles hung as decorations
reflecting all as in a mirror bright

Moon shines down upon new fallen snow
it glistens with a million fallen stars

Deer feed under the canopy of trees
unaware of my never ending gaze

Picture postcard pefect
but winter rests her cold hand
upon my shoulder
reminding me
warmth will be had



Who knew that the little he-goat will grow up
to rape his mother,
And even make children with his grandmother?
Ande, don't follow me down memory lane,
This rugged path will prick your feet.
This naked pictures of tattered childhood,
This view is not good for you.


Alone on this December day
in the woods where I belong
as dawn breaks in a frosted way
listening to some silent song.

Forest stirs slowly into life;
thrushes rustling in the duff.
Before long all birds run rife.
Jays call out both loud and gruff.

A pair of squirrels in the tree tops
chase each other seeking love
in that ancient dance that never stops.
Sun hits the canopy above.


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