Poem: Middle-Class Man

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(The following poem is based on my character Matt and told from his POV from After The Fishing Trip, Xmas With The Fam and mostly from my WIP Hidden. Hope you like it. :-))


I find it hard to say what I think,

so many people are relying on me

to be a certain way,

middle-class man,

son of a lawyer father

but I got steel in my soul,

more than I’m supposed to

and I’m wilder than people think,

Add into that I’m a man,

I can’t show emotion,

it’s how I was brought up,

emotion is weakness,

don’t talk about how I feel about

Mum’s affairs with other men,

keep it inside,

it’s what ‘real’ men do,

keep everything inside in general

and try not to go mad,

my partner Vic probably thinks I’m a coward,

I wonder myself sometimes

but it doesn’t matter

because I can’t say what I think,

I’d let people down

and I can’t do that

but sometimes it plays havoc with my brain

and I will have to get used to it.

Poem: Dinner For 2

With it being Valentine’s Day, I thought I would write a Valentine’s poem. Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! 🙂


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She watched the post,

no flowers, no card,

she hoped her love

would call soon

because this was almost like


Being single!


Three hours later,

the phone rang,

‘Meet me for dinner’,

so she popped on some music

and got all done up,

to the nines.


Two hours later,

she met her outside

the date of the venue

and went inside to be asked,

‘Would you like Fries with that?’



Poem: 2020

Happy New Year everyone to you and yours! I hope the new year will be everything you want it to be. Thank you for all your support throughout the year & I shall see you all again in the new decade! 🙂






It is a new decade about to arrive
and I’m just thankful to be alive,
looking forward to
more family time,
more writing,
more reading,
more learning,
more music,
more life.

Who knows what the year will bring,
each year brings more experience,
more knowledge,
more achievements,
more fun,
highs and lows
and all in-between.
I don’t know what is on the cards
and I suppose that is why
it is both daunting and exciting.

I turn 30 this year
and my god a lot has happened
in those almost 30 years!
Over the years
I have grew to not expect
and just live
and that’s why 2020 is so exciting.

So here is to the new year,
here’s to a new decade
with more progress
and a decade to look
back at nostalgia,
here’s to taking everything
in our strides,
never worrying
because nothing is that big
at the end of the day.

Here’s to time,
to life,
to being free,
to living,
to happiness.

Poem: Plans For 2019

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2019 …


I have got plans

to stand up for what I believe in

against the ‘poor me’ machine,

to finish all those books I planned

on writing one of these days,

to listen to the albums I haven’t

put on yet,

read the books I haven’t read yet,

to finish my ECDL,

make something of myself,

help those in need,

be there as usual for the family

who are always there for me,

maybe fall in love

or have a bit of a fling

but can you plan such things?

Make some new friends,

what’s not to like?

Hehe, got to be confident I suppose.

Live each day,

take it one day at a time,

write my blog,

make myself more wiser,

more understanding,

continue being compassionate.



Sometimes life has so much fear,

gotta try to let go of that shit,

so what if I ain’t liked by some,

sure that’s always the way,

you nearly 30 girl,

work it out you know.

Listen to those with more life experience

but ignore the older who patronise you,

listen to those younger who have still that zest

but don’t let them make you feel old,

raise a glass with the sister,

give the mother a kiss on the cheek,

remember your wonderful late dad and dog

and your sister’s dog and all those late loved ones

and be you girl

because you ain’t perfect

but you’re alright

and alright ain’t so bad,

sure isn’t that what we all are?



2019 has arrived! Happy New Year to you all and your loved ones! May all of the dreams and hopes that you and your loved ones desire come through in 2019. After all we are all trying our best and we got to wish each other the best. As we start this new year I want to take a moment to thank you all for supporting Culture Vulture Express in whatever way you have done so since it began. I can never put into words how much I appreciate your support. To some people their blog is their blog, to me like many others it’s it’s their baby. I love writing and I love the beauty of expressing the things as an introvert I can’t do fantastically in everyday life and by your support you make my dreams come true every day as I get to do what I love and people actually like it, relate to it and connect to it and for a writer/blogger there is no better gift for New Year or anytime so thank you so very much. Be happy, be safe and be filled with peace. Enjoy your early part of the New Year and I will be back with a new post very much. Thank you so so much to each and every one of you. 🙂


Poem: Tall, Dark & Handsome

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He’s gorgeous,

tall dark and handsome

with vocals full of sexuality

and edge.

She listened and imagined

and felt so many things for sure …


But of course he had a wife

but fantasies were a healthy part

of one’s life.

New Year Love – the secret keeper Writing Prompt

In response to secretkeeper.net’s weekly writing prompt #122. The challenge is to use the 5 words given below (or their synonyms ) in a poem or flash fiction.


(5) Words: | LIGHT | BLUR | LAD | NEED | RARE |

The light of the streetlamp

caused a blur in Joseph’s eyes

as he stepped out of the pub,

New Year was a rare occasion

so there was a need to go out and enjoy it,

Joseph lit a cigarette and then seen

the lad he would marry one day

come out of the pub.

Loved – the secret keeper Writing Prompt

In response to secretkeeper.net’s weekly writing prompt #121. The challenge is to use the 5 words given below (or their synonyms ) in a poem or flash fiction.


(5) Words: | Circle | Dream | Time | Arm | Phase |



Life is like a spinning circle

going from phase to phase,

from dream to nightmare

and in time back around again

and those who keep us going are

those who hook an arm around us

and tell us you are loved.

Poem: Relax, It’s Christmas!



take the weight off your feet

with your Christmas dinner,

it’s been hectic up to this point,

hasn’t it?

What with dinner making?

With present shopping?

With getting those last bits of work in

and learning your head to switch off?


But now it’s Christmas

and you have an excuse to relax,

to eat junk food

saying you’ll stop in the new year,

maybe even get a little drunk and merry

without anyone thinking you’re an alcoholic

so take advantage of some of the plus points

or all!


Merry Christmas everyone to you and yours. This is my last post for a few days while I relax into the Christmas spirit. Thank you to everyone who has took time to read my work this year and over the years so far too. It’s more appreciated than I could ever put into words. 🙂 

Eggnog – the secret keeper Writing Prompt

In response to secretkeeper.net’s weekly writing prompt #120. The challenge is to use the 5 words given below (or their synonyms ) in a poem or flash fiction.


                     (5) Words: | NEAR | DIVIDE | LINK | BACK | TEACH | 



Always so near

and yet so far,

a divide of just across the sea

but this Christmas Eimer

was making her way back

to spend Christmas in the family link

in Ireland

where Granny could once again

teach her how to make eggnog.

Heavy Footsteps – the secret keeper Writing Prompt

In response to secretkeeper.net’s weekly writing prompt #119. The challenge is to use the 5 words given below (or their synonyms ) in a poem or flash fiction.





She heard the loud noise

and it made her shiver

and almost jump out of skin,

he was home drunk again,

she wondered why she’d married this man,

this scum who didn’t know right from wrong,

her parents said she had ‘made her bed

and now must lie in it’

but they hadn’t a clue what was going on,

she was too ashamed to say

but she wished so badly to escape,

she cowered under the bedclothes

as his heavy footsteps approached the door

ready to take out his war on the world

using her as his punchbag.