Poetry Blogs (2017, Humour)
Zimbabwe, November 2017
I'm not a fan of coups
But if this one ousts Mugabe
Monday 20th November 2017 8:55 am
It All Depends On Something
It all depends on something,
On that you can depend.
Things start at the beginning,
And they finish at the end.
You don’t know until you know,
How anything will conclude.
So don’t try to jump the gun
To find answers that elude.
Take one hour at a time
And each troubled day by day.
Cross each bridge only when
Sunday 22nd October 2017 7:15 pm
The selfie is healthy
for the narcissistically wealthy
but for those with a soul
it’s a polaroid hole
at jaunty angles so carefully posed
an image of vanity proudly exposed
something less real is much more appealing
like the Sistine chapel with tits on the ceiling
Tuesday 17th October 2017 7:15 am
Here's a kind of slaggy one:
Where are those carrier bags?
No, not those recycled poncy type.
The slaggy ones, a slip of plastic,
with Key Markets or Tesco on the side,
Like me Mum had.
Throw away ones - which is exactly
what you did.
Shamelessly, without a single qualm.
plenty more where they came from.
Don't get me wrong, I salute those...
Friday 13th October 2017 12:11 pm
Its Jennifer's birthday,
Break out the champagne
Put up balloons and coloured paper chains
The child is on top of the world
so it seems
That was until Arthur,
Shattered her dreams
For those in the dark
At this moment in time
Let me introduce Arthur
On nasty feline
A moggy with menace
A cat with conviction
He'd scratch on the chairs
And leave hair...
Tuesday 12th September 2017 4:29 pm
And in the refrigerator at night
Food is more useful and right
Nothing is forever under the star
Started my doctor from afar
About alcohol - I know my norm as such
But I can’t drink so much
You are very chained by brain
Let me loosen the chain
Olga's heart is made of ...
Tuesday 25th April 2017 7:29 pm
Where we used to live is a Tesco now
its aisles full of shoppers
We used to bathe and do our business in the bakery
make love among the pickles
You kicked me in the nuts at the pharmacy
I fell down floored beside the pain relief shelf
I collided with your sister by the half price stand
and rebounding landed here in this disavowed Poundland
Tuesday 14th March 2017 6:47 am
In the silence of a no moon night
the household slumbers fast,
he tips a little dram back
not knowing it's his last.
Goodnight to Sophie Raworth
farewell to Newsnights best,
in the morning they will find him
in his underpants and vest.
Saturday 11th February 2017 8:52 am
T'was early midnight & he was still up for more fun,
so he went scattering his white blossom on the run,
And as he streaked off down the long drive
the air did seem to be quite bright and alive
as the street lamps lit up that quite comic scene
like a film of some old timer's fantasy dream…
Not that he once noticed the trailing spread
of all those white flakes from his emp...
Sunday 5th February 2017 1:04 am