by pmadmin | Feb 26, 2025 | Poem of the Day
I hate procrastination
The thief of time and peace
It makes my life so difficult
Next week I’m gonna cease
by pmadmin | Feb 26, 2025 | Phil Maund Blog
There are people who call me a wordsmith. (There are others who call me an idiot, but that’s another story!) A friend’s sister has a better name: word-herder. [your sister’s blog reference here if still valid] Sometimes words are malleable and you can shape them...
by pmadmin | Feb 22, 2025 | Poem of the Day
The wildebeest are on the run
No chance to eat or drink or snooze
Escaping from the poacher’s gun
And men who capture beasts for zoos
by pmadmin | Feb 18, 2025 | Poem of the Day
Robbie sobbed despairingly
What? Eight already? Can it be?
Alas! He’s only four months old
Too little to be self-controlled.
by pmadmin | Feb 12, 2025 | Phil Maund Blog
In my previous blog I wrote about why I love words. Today I want to tell you how that love came about. On long, cold, winter weekends in north-west England — Blackpool, to be precise — my mother would work through a book called “First Aid in English” with me. It was...