Hello rplister.com readers! I need your help. So... here's the thing. I have heaps of R. P. Lister cuttings that I want to publish. 45 to be precise. But I just haven't got around to it. I'm looking for help. If you are handy with WordPress and have a few minutes spare, get in touch … Continue reading Can you help rplister.com?
There is a shadow round the tree; It shelters seven cows and me. The seven cows have fourteen eyes, Which view me with a grave surmise. Three legs, they think, would be too few; how does this creature stand on two? There are, or so I calculate, Some thirty legs among us eight- Say, three … Continue reading Cows Under a Tree
(A graduate of Manchester University looks back.) I STUDIED in a dark Victorian pile, Murky with yellow lamps by mocking day. In its black courtyard- wrenched from the stiff clay When it was built- a stone, the shade of bile, Stood on a plinth, like a blunt- ended style Pointing obliquely at the sodden grey. … Continue reading The Serpent’s Gallstone
It is said that he is hypochondriac, and that at different times he supposes himself a flame of fire, a stone, an oyster, and a cray fish, and that he even sometimes believes himself to be a heatherbell apt to be blown away at every blast on the wind… - From the chapter entitled "Character … Continue reading Captain Bud
I WAS meditating, as I often do after breakfast, on the shortfall in the overall throughput of bacon, when my hand happened to light on the works of Lord Verulam. This man, Francis Bacon, Baron Verulam, Viscount St Albans, passed in his day for a person of considerable states- manlike sagacity. He was made … Continue reading A Shortfall of Bacon
Hi all, I've been a bit slack in posting the many poems I have to post. So, along with the new poem posted earlier today, I thought a Top 5 might be in order. Starting from the most viewed poem of 2015, here are your Top 5. Enjoy! Fat Man In The Park I Sometimes Think … Continue reading Top 5 poems of 2015… so far
Fled the stars in all directions, Leaving Heaven swept and clean. Then the sun came up in sections, Like a frozen tangerine. He was cold but he was singing As he put the stars to flight; Then he shortly started flinging Lariats of golden light. First he caught St, Mary’s steeple, Then he caught a … Continue reading Winter Dawn