Not sure I've even been round to all last weeks poetry lovers yet but some lovely stuff as usual.Check the previous post again as there are a few late entries due to some totalfeckinEEjit forgetting to add them.I've had a word with myself about this and will do better in future.Mucho apologistas to all concerned.
BzzBzzzBzz, busy I am, oh !So busy and so tired.
I'm as busy as an amphetemined bee with an overactive thyroid who's had Ralgex sprayed on his danglers and offered a night with the Queen Bee if he makes 200 jars of honey before the end of the week.
Still haven't sorted the Mister Linky thang fer da Bus.Still, never mind.
Poetry Bus the mag draws ever nearer, it's shaping up before it ships out.I'm still collecting pomes but it's looking mighty fine. I'm applying for funding to the local Arts office on Friday.If that fails theres another one called Artslinks and if that fails I'm robbing the local post office. (At night so no one gets hurt and so I can redirect all my bills to a different address. Might even get a few stamps and a TV licence while I'm there)
The POETRY BUS magazine is aiming to be the second best poetry magazine in the world, so I've got to keep buzzing.My (not so) little brother Kosmo Spreadsheet is proving to be a royal pain in the arse,supervising the poetry choices but he does know what he's doing and Mrs EEjit will bash him into shape personality wise.
Meanwhile why not write a poem for next Monday's virtual Poery Bus. It's being driven by the late Ayrton Senna, so fasten your seatbelts. (Ayrton was the greatest racing driver of all and is not to be confused with Ayrton Sennapod ,who is a shit driver.)
Write about ANYTHING but if you need a prompt then empty your pockets /wallets/ purses/handbags then write a detached poem about yourself , based on your personal items, what they might say about you. Imagine if you like that you are dead and someone is building a picture profile of you from your belongings.
Go for it now my children , away with you now, buzz off, bring me poems as sweet as honey, make them the bees knees, for now I must fly, her majesty awaits. Bzz ,Bzz Bzz,............