Variety Bandbox.

A mix of genre, but all my writings have a horror, murder or humour content. My poems are either attempts at humour or have a deeper social message and sometimes pathos.

Lest We Be Tempted

Just watch the weight folks, it could happen to you!

Jealousy

An effort at period poetry.

'Scrounging'

We've all seen them.

Man to Man

I hope it's true!

Anti P.C.

Anti P.C. I'm anti P.C., and I don't care who knows it! I open my mouth, and raspberries blows it Some people are for, and some are against,

"What Now My Son?"

"What now my Son?" By Brian Kelly "What now my Son, now that complex life's begun? What will fate bring to thee?, t'will not all be fun!.

Relative to murder.

Terrifyingly real story, turned into fiction!

Heritage Road.

Heritage Road. The Heritage road is so full of romance. Thoughts of the past, whether Poland or France, Ireland or Persia, or Scotland so brave.

Space

Written as a real gut jerking reaction to the Columbia shuttle disaster.

'Thinking of Things'

Thinking Of Things. By Brian Kelly. Do you ever think beyond everyday things? I mean think in depth,-----of serious things! Do you have emotions?

'You Have No Friends Here'

Start reading and you'll not want to stop. Good 'Boy's Own' but for real men.

These Empty Nights.

Reflecting the sorrow of bereavement.

If, When I Die

From the Heart.

Images Of People

Images Of People Images of people, with worry and fret, Waiting their turn, for treatment to get. After registering name, age, next of kin,

Betrayal

Huuuuuur Makes me wince!

Cobwebs

COBWEBS Having stolen plate, and silverware, Laid nave and Altar dull and bare, The thief so clever, stealth with cunning

Easy Come Easy Go

Easy Come Easy Go CinCCO Easy come, easy go, Is the way for marriage woe. But love sincere, and ever true, Should follow after words, 'I do'. Temptatious flesh, hot to handle,

"When Did We Reach Utopia?"

WHEN DID WE REACH UTOPIA? When did we reach Utopia and blithely pass it bye? For what great era now long dead, should we softly sigh? Was Utopia there for man, 'ere first the wheel was made,

A Day In The Life Of A Plastic Bag.

A silly little story. But the reader will be pleased to have read it and should have a smile on her/his face at the end.

A Wall

Being intrigued by a Christmas card scene set me on the road to writing this prosaic piece.

Better Fred than Dead.

Good story for the 'Boys Own' brigade.

Dust Mites

Squirm as you imagine the unseen dust mites eating away at your body. Sit in nervous tension until the end is in sight.

Joab Wells, A Poetic Person. 1798.

Lovely admissions by Joab about his hilarious life in the village and beyond. A must read for lovers of rustic humour.

Joab Wells, A Poetic Person. 1798.

Lovely admissions by Joab about his hilarious life in the village and beyond. A must read for lovers of rustic humour.

Ethel's New Front Door

Little story that makes you want to smile all the way through.

The Loneliness Without----------

If you feel that it strikes a cord, shed a little tear.

Yorkshire United

Yorkshire Pride!

Did We Really Win The War

Being an old ex-service man I feel for the service men and women having to serve in the futile and pointless modern theatres of war. Our Politician's have a lot to answer for.

God Blessed Arizona

This was created after I stood in the 'Petrified Forest' and had a most fantastic feeling of oneness with the earth. No I.m not crank!

Silent Approval

Started as a serious compliment, to my wife, but I could not resist the silly ending.

I saw you, yet I saw you not!

This really happened to me.