Creative Writing and Poetry

Each year we hold the “Earnest Cucumber Award” for literary genius.

To place your entry into this award email with the subject line “Earnest Cucumber Award”

Below is a list of current entries that will form a book in November 2017



if you’re my brother

then come rescue me

 dont leave me stranded.
everyone can see.
been wasting away.
much less than i could have been.
maybe a loser.
never wants to win.
have i been running?
away from my life.
finding nowhere to hide.
wasted precious time.
trying to take out now.
less than i put back in.
if i fail on my first attempt.
can i try again?
peter john russell 2015


The Aftermath

I want to go out and drink!

I don’t have to think about it, in fact it takes very little thought at all.

Feels like I’m going back to school with new rules, rebel! Is the yell from my mind.

I want to drink till I go blind and cannot react to my reactions dancing like it’s going out of fashion.

While the world spins inside my head,spinning and turning on this disgrace

Energy to waste, full of mischief riding the base, displaced and lost in space.

Lights trace, then the homing beacon and blown speakers.

The spirits be your keeper as you weave the light fantastic home from the unknown.

how you’ve grown, awkwardly like a boat afloat upon the sea.

Then finally the sea bed, to sleep and rest your head.

Sam Jolly

  • Cranky Old Man By Mak Filiser
  • What do you see nurses? What do you see?What are you thinking…when you’re looking at me?A cranky old man…not very wise,Uncertain of habit…with faraway eyes?Who dribbles his food…and makes no reply.When you say in a loud voice…I do wish you’d try!’Who seems not to notice…the things that you do.And forever is losing…A sock or shoe?Who, resisting or not…lets you do as you will,

    With bathing and feeding…The long day to fill?

    Is that what you’re thinking? Is that what you see?

    Then open your eyes, nurse…you’re not looking at me.

    I’ll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,

    As I do at your bidding…as I eat at your will.

    I’m a small child of Ten…with a father and mother,

    Brothers and sisters…who love one another

    A young boy of Sixteen…with wings on his feet

    Dreaming that soon now…a lover he’ll meet.

    A groom soon at Twenty…my heart gives a leap.

    Remembering, the vows…that I promised to keep

    At Twenty-Five, now…I have young of my own.

    Who need me to guide…And a secure happy home.

    A man of Thirty…My young now grown fast,

    Bound to each other…With ties that should last.

    At Forty, my young sons…have grown and are gone,

    But my woman is beside me…to see I don’t mourn.

    At Fifty, once more…Babies play ’round my knee,

    Again, we know children…My loved one and me.

    Dark days are upon me…My wife is now dead.

    I look at the future…I shudder with dread.

    For my young are all rearing…young of their own.

    And I think of the years…And the love that I’ve known.

    I’m now an old man…and nature is cruel.

    It’s jest to make old age…look like a fool.

    The body, it crumbles…grace and vigor, depart.

    There is now a stone…where I once had a heart.

    But inside this old carcass a young man still dwells,

    And now and again…my battered heart swells

    I remember the joys…I remember the pain.

    And I’m loving and living…life over again.

    I think of the years, all too few…gone too fast.

    And accept the stark fact…that nothing can last.

    So open your eyes, people…open and see.

    Not a cranky old man.

    Look closer…see…ME!!

    Source: Ideaspots

Don’t want to sit here on a shelf I must express my mental health. I don’t feel good on my own I must find ways beyond this home. Coffee morning’s groups to chat I know I could be good at that. Sharing feelings of the day finding healing along the way. Swapping numbers on my phone it’s great to know I’m not alone. Finding people like me along the way I’m proud of who I am today.
😀 Ian Dixon
I ask for forgiveness for what I have done.
from the time I was lost until the time I was found.
the path I took, the road was wrong.
but I found the strength to carry on.
I saw no light at the end, but I looked.
to the lord as my friend.
so I can ask for forgiveness.
for what I have done.
now I feel that I can walk along.
with my head held high and feeling strong
thank you lord for what you have done.
By Caron Smith







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