Blogspot comments – my nemesis!


I am interrupting this programme for a public service announcement of sorts for my online blogging friends.

For the past couple of weeks, my ability to comment on blog posts where the host is Blogspot has been cruelly thwarted. This happens every now and again, but damn, it’s frustrating! I expect that this also happens for Blogspot bloggers who are trying to comment on WordPress. I’ve got to the point where my heart sinks a little when I open a blog to read a poem/piece of prose and see the blogspot url.

Here’s what happens. I write a comment, click on publish and the usual verification process doesn’t work. Instead, I am caught in a Groundhog Day kind of process where I click on ‘publish’ , the page refreshes and… I have to click on ‘publish’ again. Needless to say, most of the time, my comment can’t be published.

So, if you wonder where my comments are my Blogspot friends, they are probably floating around in the ether somewhere, never to be seen again.

I don’t know where the problem lies but I do hope the tech-geeks sort it out soon…

Petulant Hair – dVerse Poetics


She is brushing her strawberry blonde hair

She fusses with it all the time

It drives me mad, I truly declare

It’s a good job she is a true love of mine


The mirror’s no stranger to her face

She’s gazing in it all the time

I sometimes wish her I could replace

But she has her hooks in me, this true love of mine


The bathroom door is locked again

She’s used all the water yet one more time

I’m angry and bored of this refrain

Damn her she is the true love of mine


She’s left all the bath towels strewn on the floor

My wardrobe is full of her clothes, not mine

For one pair of my shoes, she owns four more

She’s addicted to fashion, this true love of mine


I sheared off her hair in the midst of the night

A revenge I dreamed on all the time

Sorry to say, she looks such a fright

But she’ll always be the true love of mine.


Tonight, Mish is our friendly barkeep at the dVerse pub and has asked us to write something like a song, or a singable.

Recently I found myself listening to some Simon & Garfunkel – I had forgotten how much I loved their version of Scarborough Fair – and also how it reminded me of my mum singing lots of different folk songs around the house when I was growing up. This is a tongue in cheek version (in case you hadn’t worked it out!) about a frustrated paramour’s thoughts on his (or her) very vain true love!

Here’s a link to the Simon & Garfunkel version – enjoy!

Do head on over to dVerse to see how others have faired with his fun prompt – or take part yourself, why not?!

Uranium – Wordle 111 May 30th 2106


My thoughts are wound on a spool

knotted, Gordian-style so that nobody

– especially you –

can steal them.

I don’t think you have the capability

– the facility –

to do so,

but you never know

you never know.

You are so effusive,

your constant noise

drives me insane.

You upset me,

you deafen and blind me,

you make me drowsy

just with the effort to maintain

my equanimity.

Your thoughts are dull

but your tongue is supple.





Your words are a miasma

I gurgle and choke

but you don’t even notice.

Another prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – use at least ten out of the twelve words in the Wordle prompt above!

Goodness only knows where this poem came from, but hey, that’s part of the fun!

Do take part, read other prompts, but most of all, enjoy!