Daily Archives: June 30, 2017

Slippery Spoons

This poem is dedicated to the late Speverend Rooner… or rather, the Spate Reverend Looner… that is, the rate Leverend Spooner… I mean >this guy< who’s an inspiration to confused turd wumblers – sorry, word tumblers – everywhere.



When self empowerment sheeps your kip afloat
you do not think that each wig bin
is just a leak of struck — no lore or mess;
you know that it is you who waves the pay
for your success, and at the dose of every clay
you kneel no feed to ask who teat the best;
it’s bun nut you

Sheiks are wartened by your bic and quizzy times
you’re furried whoreward on a cola roaster ride.
While shaking more that you are always hiding rye,
the fiery tush of rhyme buys fly,
but sensibly, you sever knee,
and lo, you sieve your good dong lays in joyous quality.

or to put it another, less fun way:

When self empowerment keeps your ship afloat
you do not think that each big win
is just a streak of luck – no more or less;
you know that it is you who paves the way
for your success, and at the close of every day,
you feel no need to ask who beat the test
it’s none but you.

Weeks are shortened by your quick and busy times;
you’re hurried forward on a roller coaster ride.
While making sure that you are always riding high
the fiery rush of time flies by
but sensibly, you never see,
and so you live your good long days in joyous quality.


©Jane Paterson Basil


Jane Basil Blog by Jane

Aargh… I meant to reblog this a few days ago. My mind must have been melted by the heat and washed away by the rain that followed.

It’s an interview by Kate, at Meet the Bloggers. Kate is an amazing woman with an enquiring mind and an interesting blog, who’s encouraging us to get to know each other by publishing interviews with bloggers. In fact, she has two blogs. You may also want to check out the Aroused, in which Kate asks a thought-provoking question at the end of each post.

Thank you, Kate, for the generous introduction, and the interesting questions. Over to you…

Meet the Bloggers

Jane’s gift for poetry, writing and frank open honesty is so refreshing that I couldn’t help but be drawn to her.  Life has taken some very dark twists for her but writing is her catharsis and her readers cannot help but be drawn in.  She shares her life and tribulations candidly and it’s not for the faint hearted so it is that very poetic but blunt outlook that is so endearing.
Jane can you tell us something about your life, family and travels?
I was born in the bedroom of a run-down cottage in a tiny hamlet in the County of Devon, in the South West of England. Apart from a year in my teens and six months in my adult life I’ve always lived within ten miles of that cottage. I’ve resided in nineteen houses and apartments, a group of caravans, and a tent. I sofa surfed for…

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