<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/2Philomena"><title>Philippa's short stories/Poems - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/</link><description>I am a member of the Milngavie Writers Group near Glasgow and I have written a number of short stories and poems.  My subject concerns conspiracy and murder.</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/905289" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/905195" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/898769" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/898674" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/888836" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/888825" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/887041" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/886999" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/884176" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/884075" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/905289"><title>VUCCERIA VENDETTA</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/905289</link><description>Vucceria Vendetta A randy man hugged his fair girl The wife did see them both twirl. She thought it a treat to give him bad meat In loos he soon had to curl.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/905195"><title>THE ZOID LAB</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/905195</link><description>Rays guide a queen to realms of pangs The zero witch mocks; her words bring trance. MEM labs core Deva; iron screws grip steel that forms a Zoid when bones are mashed. As cryo pods numb the souls of grace Mal shrieks and chants to rouse dead fires. The Robo slave fumes; her one eye whirls God's...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/898769"><title>MUZAK WARS</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/898769</link><description>A tall young geek went to town and bought his tea with a frown. The tunes were so horrid His pale face turned florid The mute key blinked on his crown.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/898674"><title>WHEN MAGIC DESCENDS (PART 2)</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/898674</link><description>In trance I hail a son of light Woe stings my lord; the fire deer quake. Vile, grey men seize his box long prized to drift in time and rouse The Beast. Zel gilds iron horns with ten sky jewels a red beam scalds fair tribes of grace runes blaze on hearts bound fast in coves A wolf pack snarls; it...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/888836"><title>OLD BOSSY BOOTS</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/888836</link><description>A very old man loved to boss His poor young niece got so cross. She drank with a slurp and did a loud burp But he could not give a toss.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/888825"><title>WHEN MAGIC DESCENDS</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/888825</link><description>In trance I hail a son of light Woe stings my lord; the fire deer quake. Vile, grey men seize his box long prized to drift in time and rouse The Beast. Zel gilds iron horns with ten sky jewels a red beam scalds fair tribes of grace runes blaze on hearts bound fast in coves A wolf pack snarls; it...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/887041"><title>ILLUSIONS OF GRANDEUR</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/887041</link><description>Each year my boss plays a game He walks on ropes to get fame. The ropes were so thin he fell on his chin I laughed aloud all the same.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/886999"><title>VANITY, VANITY</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/886999</link><description>A vain young girl with large ears went to the doc with her fears. He pulled out a knife it caused her much strife to find he'd cut off both ears!</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/884176"><title>MOANERS BEWARE!</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/884176</link><description>A little girl lived with two crones Each day she sighed at their moans. She sang to her bird it plopped a huge turd right on the heads of those crones. I wrote this Limerick to poke fun at rather annoying individuals who always criticise everything I say. In the end I have to choose my words very...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/884075"><title>ELDERS OF THE LIGHT</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/2Philomena/884075</link><description>A ruby lord bows; his gilt cross whirs to guide his realm that dwells in skies. Mares part grey cloud; spires drift on wings Man hails deep trance as domes kiss earth and tribes of power choose hearts for light. The holy sage carves a globe from pines it pours rare salt by work of nymphs who cure...</description></item></rdf:RDF>