Stanley Brown calling!

[Stanley Brown]

Hello fellow writers, poets and readers, I am an old fart nearing senility, but if you're up for a half-hearted sh*g, I think my hips can take the strain.

An incurable pervert with my hand down my pants, I chose consciously to ignore my ugly face and see the beauty of our world and of life itself. The choice after all is ours; walk in sunlight or shadow, radiate light or sorrow, let our arses remain unwiped. My humour is often my defence as is the cunning smile of the captured paedophile. I am the reluctant bachelor, revisited...can't seem to find any girls kind enough to look past my humble moustache to the soul within.

I love reading, writing my scribbles, photography, ballroom and latin dancing, sailing, walking with nature and having a good old w*nk at the end of the day. I have a portfolio of over 375 pictures of various celebrities in their underwear as time will reveal.
Thankyou for your time. Stanley.

[Edna Sweetlove]

I never knew you were into satire, Stan.

[Barry Hodges]

You make me sick, Stanley.

[Stanley Brown]

People often ask me how I come to write my poems and Id say thatround 80% of mine almost write themselves, it's like I'm on auto-pilot, the words flow without too much effort. Spoooooky ... (this is good considering my grey-matter state. LoL.)
As to why we write, I have no idea. Certainly not for recognition nor for financial gain as there's no money in poetry. Perhaps it's an inner desire to express our emotions and commit it to page.? Rarely, I've penned one on a subject matter I feel particularly strongly over but not often. Since I cannot paint at all, (I envy those who can) I do my painting in words. Thank you. Stanley.