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Life in a small cul-de-sac
Life in a Small cul-de-sac (Not poetry per se, but a bit of fun I hope)
Life continues to be exciting in our small cul-de-sac. This evening saw the incident of the "blue-bin falling over". This brought everyone out to check and whilst the bin remained like an upside-down turtle, we pondered (whilst standing in the 50 mph winds) what could have caused such a disaster? It was finally decided...
Thursday 19th October 2017 11:17 pm
Unusual places
1. Unusual places
I think of things
In the most unusual places
I thought of this
Whilst I was tying my laces
Others I’ve penned
A few, disturbingly, whilst sitting on the loo
They seemed to turn out alright
I just hope you thought so too
One sprang to mind
While I was brushing my hair
That proved a knotty one to finish
But I eventually got th...
Wednesday 23rd August 2017 1:07 am
Shopping and When I've Gone
1. Shopping
Was doing some window shopping
As you do
On a quiet Sunday
Before you get your monthly pay
And then there she was
Completely stark bollock-naked!
Well, you know what I mean
For it was a She that I seen
She had a great figure
A lovely, healthy skin-tone
Although, not much hair
But, if I had to guess, it would be fair
Should...
Tuesday 25th April 2017 9:31 pm
Inspiration
1. Inspiration
With my pen
Tapping a rhythm on my teeth
Sounds better than it feels.
Clicking the nib of my pen
In and out, In and out
Slightly annoying
But, oddly, very satisfying
Those damn Beavers
They have blocked the flow
Words and rhymes have all dried up.
Staring, unseeing, out the window
Spinning around on my swivel-chair
Which, whilst child...
Tuesday 25th April 2017 8:11 am
I Wish
Sorry if I appear like the BBC, stupid repeats and all of that, but just having fun. Hey poetry people, it IS allowed. Sorry.
1. I wish
Lots of words seem to end in ‘ish’
I think some are made-up, like easy-ish
But wait a minute, let’s not get too childish
And appear for one moment that I am being churlish
Some of them confuse me, like pigfish
Which is it? A pig o...
Monday 24th April 2017 11:44 pm
Poetic licence
1. Poetic licence
Some poems are fun
Make me laugh and snigger
Some poems are sad
These are no laughing matter
Some poems are long
Some just right, others far, far too long
Some poems are short
Now they’re a relief
Some poems are tragic
Old Will the Bard was good at those I think
Some poems make no sense
I’m pretty good at those myself
Some poems ar...
Sunday 23rd April 2017 9:15 pm
Questions
1.Questions
“Mum, what’s a laboratory?”
“Well son, it’s a place where
Men in white coats
With hair all over the place
Make exciting things
That fizz and bang and sometimes smell rotten”
“Dad, how can the moon be all those different shapes?”
“Because it’s clever and it can.”
“Mum, what’s a Policeman?”
“Well son, he’s very smart and helpful
...Tuesday 25th October 2016 10:50 pm
The things we say
1.The things we say
I suspect we are all guilty
Of saying things that just don’t make sense.
There are, of course, those oxymoronic little sayings
We all trot out every now and again.
I am guilty as charged, it’s an open secret
Old news if you will and, I would bet,
Even odds you have done it too.
So, whilst I silently scream and think “good grief”,
I do still ...
Friday 21st October 2016 10:25 pm
Daft again
I was zooming up the road
The other day
Saw you on the pavement
Walking towards me.
Put the window down
Gave a few loud hoots
Of my extremely loud horn
Stuck my arm out of the window hole, and waved.
Ah! Oh dear!
Sorry if I startled you.
Made you jump.
Gave you a heart-attack.
Wrong person.
A genuine case of mistaken identity.
...Tuesday 26th April 2016 9:33 pm
Suspicion
He’s creeping, quietly, stealthily
Hugging close to the treeline
Remaining concealed in the shadows
Ears attuned to every sound
A small rustling sounds in the undergrowth
Brings him to a sudden halt
He’s standing still now – rigid – sniffing the air
Weighing the immediate threat.
Silence restored, inches forward again
Assessing the wa...
Tuesday 26th April 2016 1:42 am
Light hearted
I was in the kitchen one day
And Dad asked me to pop next door
And ask if they had any spare sugar
Not a big task I hear you say
Sounds pretty easy
Just to pop next door and ask
But the next door to us, that we don’t own
Is roughly five miles away
And that’s if I cut across the fields
I was tempted, to put it to Dad
That it w...
Monday 25th April 2016 12:05 am
A bit of fun
I sit proudly upon my very finest steed
Feel the power vibrating under my feet
Picking up speed now
Enjoying the rhythm and undulations
Love the Wind, blowing through my hair
Living dangerously, no hats for me.
I’m grinning manically, hear music in my head
Relaxing, just letting myself go
It was all going so swimmingly well
U...
Monday 11th April 2016 6:22 pm
Feb musings continued...
High up in my nest
King of all that I survey
Bedded down up on the crest
Watching carefully for my prey
Breathing slowly, breathing deep
Find that inner peace
Ready to inflict the eternal sleep
The provider of the final release
Lying and waiting for the go-ahead
Anticipation of the Green-light
The difference between alive o...
Monday 15th February 2016 4:16 pm
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