Category: poems

Neighbours

You never know what https://randomwordgenerator.com is going to throw at you – all part of the challenge, I reckon, if you share my propensity to get creative only when my back is against the wall. Hmm, speaking of which, here’s an acrostic poem based on the word patrol:

people who are raised in free and equal
association with one another can always
tread the bounds of each and every new
relationship in amity – no border post
or frontier fence need come between –
let bigots build up walls however high!

 

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image: http://www.beezr.eu

being brave

This poem was written by me and my grandson, aged six, who also chose the picture.

did you ever
ride
a beast with scaly skin and teeth so sharp that
goes above the town and breathes
out fire for hours and hours
nobody in sight – hmm – wonder why?

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image: DHgate

What’s in a Word?

It’s a year and a half now since they stopped posting them but – alack and alas, I blush to confess it! – still kinda miss those helpful little WordPress Daily Prompts and their soothing subtitle: Sometimes, you sit down to blog but your words and photos get stuck — prompts give them a push.

No use crying over spilt milk, of course, especially when your eggs are in more than one basket! Words are ten a penny and there are many ways to stumble across them. Open a dictionary, for example, and with eyes closed let your fingers do the walking. Or else click on a site such as https://randomwordgenerator.com/ which does exactly what it says on the tin.

The key thing, though, is to go with that word no matter what it is. After all, it’s hardly random if you have a choice. Unless you want some wriggle-room and decide to do best of three … 

I got porter. Almost clicked again but thought I oughta lead by example and stick with it!

perhaps      having much too much      to say 
or else      much too little time      to say     very much
reduces      my            desire
to string    words    like pearls      to say anything much
except when  words      picked at
random carry me from such silence      to say              something

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If anyone should come up with something from a random word, please send me a link – or else the something itself!

I’d love to read it … 🙂

 

When You Find Yourself in a Hole, Stop Digging …

… although it can be surprising what comes to light when you look. Here (as the ‘Blue Peter’ presenters would say) is one I prepared earlier: 

When buying things it pays to read the labels
For sell-by dates and sugar overload,
But never trust those advertisers’ fables –
Their promises will sell you down the road.

No product yet invented makes you cheerful
When sad and lonesome feelings fill your head –
The more you buy, the more you will be fearful
That folk are out to rob you in your bed.

When future archaeologists dig landfill,
They’ll wonder why we needed so much stuff!
Then suddenly they’ll come across a handbill:
BUY GLUGGO – YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH!

They’ll see the advert model madly grinning –
Poor sod, they’ll say while safeguarding the proof,
To muddle mere consumption up with winning,
Mistaking greedy lies for grown-up truth!

 

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Image: The Creative Cottage

Clucked!

Here’s a further find from my furious foragings …

They ask if he would care to rule the roost -
Too chicken, me! he says and turns them down.
Responsibility's not quite his thing -
Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.

And then they come a-pecking on his door -
Carte blanche, they say, to come and do it his way!
See how they trust him - gullible buffoons! -
So keen are they to have their bright new day!

OK, he gives them that - but just the one -
To wave their little flags and scoff their cakes.
The morning after that, he cracks the whip -
The dream's asleep when real nightmare wakes.

The more it hurts, the deeper their devotion.
O punish us, great monarch, we are dirt!
And never do they seek his abdication,
While each endures the itch of rough hair-shirt.

By then he loves unquestioning obedience,
A pampered prince and lord of all he saw!
They never know their minds - this captive audience! -  
Once he's made 'thinking hard' against the law.

They teach his book (on etiquette) in schools.
It tells them what to do and what to say.
They have no need of any other rules.
He whistles as they learn to act his way.

To make them love him more, he stages death -
Pronouncements from the palace, funeral rites -
But lo! a miracle resuscitation,
A strong man never giving up such fights!

And back he comes, a phoenix from the ashes
That bears bold news of bliss beyond the grave -
How only those that do his will may gain it -
How those that disobey him won't be saved.

The royal scam - abandoning commitments
And making sure his subjects feel the blame.
He tears up their petitions, spends their money -  
Fast cars and faster persons on the game!



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Image: Savage Chickens

Alphabetti Spaghetti

Here’s one I did earlier – thought it deserved its moment in the sun before they shut the window of satirical opportunity and return us to our customary state of well-governed happiness and contentment.

On second thoughts, to misquote Captain Oates, we may be some time … 

Plan A is lost – Plan B will cost
Plan C‘s just schemes – Plan D is dreams
Plan E‘s no fun – Plan F won’t come
Plan G‘s G Plan – Plan H they’ll ban
Plan I is pants – Plan J no chance
Plan K needs facts and counteracts
Plan L – Plans M and N are wool
Plan O is cock – Plan P is bull
Plan Q‘s half-baked – Plans R, S, T
Are shelved – Plan U is for the birds
Plans V and W – mostly random words
Plan X is feared – Plan Y‘s just weird
We’d better get Plan Z prepared

 

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Image: BBC