parker-c-penne

FADE IN On screen image is the flickering flame of a candle, burning bright against the dark, representative of the hope that exists in all dark places. We hear the ...

Hey, Just a few things! 1. It's Paddys day! Not "Patty's" day. Patty is a womans name! I'm from Ireland, I should know! As a matter of fact I come ...

So I'm sat here on my ass. Listening to all your trash. I've a feeling, I don't know, Something deeper than A dynamo. I feel like whistling along, Singing the ...

So I'm sat here on my ass. Listening to all your trash. I've a feeling, I don't know, Something deeper than A dynamo. I feel like whistling along, Singing the ...

I'm wearing no trousers, and thinking about painting, the shed or the fence. But in my defence, I got nothing much better To do. Pitchfork! A tree full of crows, ...

Brad, What a heap of tripe. Trying to be experimental, by studying a dictionary isn't art. Words of advise- learn how to write meaningful poetry, poetry that everyone can appreciate. ...

Courtly to dishonour, A fief of fond earned rye. Hindrance to the crying fields Where doth I heard him die. I've seen the wildness of the Hun. The hypocricy of ...

Please comment! Yours, E.M. Millington Synge aka P. C. Penne

Courtly to dishonour, A fief of fond earned rye. Hindrance to the crying fields Where doth I heard him die. I've seen the wildness of the Hun. The hypocricy of ...

Kane & Abel- ever read it? Because I think you have. Did you actually intend for this poem to shock, to perturb the reader deeply, to leave them in a ...

Frivolous of me to say, Poor packers of the stoney pond. That lightened whispers will some day, Free you of your acidic bond. Please walk lightly while you may, French ...

Frivolous of me to say, Poor packers of the stoney pond. That lightened whispers will some day, Free you of your acidic bond. Please walk lightly while you may, French ...

Phoebus rise in glory, Let your sunshine glow. The way it was, The way it forever will be. That blatant dusk Without horizon. The soothsayers dream Without a dawn. I ...

The dark candle burns with memories, both ends alight, Inebriated? No. Just stoned from birth, but never forgotten. The dark secrets, Of a nuns dress, The hair of time, weaved ...

Episode I He came from France, the son of Godzilla and the frog prince. Please, do not ask how these two varieties of fictional creature fornacated- it just happened- and ...