Poetry Blog by Claire Baldry
on Epiphany (Thu, 15 Dec 2016 08:30 pm)
Tony Hill on I Rhyme (Fri, 9 Dec 2016 11:19 am)
The voters ask questions
Why teachers elevate targets above childhood need
Why appeals reinstate owners of spare roomless wheeled chairs
Why care cuts relabel fathers as bedblockers
Why middle eastern victory grows misogynistic martyrdom
‘Unintended consequences’ explain the candidates
Thursday 4th May 2017 8:29 pm
The year is almost over,
Our birds have got the flu,
Our pounds are losing value,
And the trains are overdue,
We held a referendum,
We all had loads to say,
The outcome unexpected,
As it gave us Mrs May,
The NHS is creaking,
Farage is friends with Trump
The English voted Brexit
So the Scots have got the hump
The Doctors started striking
The postal worker...
Friday 23rd December 2016 7:28 pm
A banker, a chemist, a guy with some scent,
Seeking to find what their lives really meant,
Packed a bag with deodorant, toothbrush and flannel,
And embarked on a journey with motor and camel.
The world stared in horror, viewed their route with suspicions
Of explosives and bullets and subversive missions,
Dodging snipers, wild rockets, a smoky sunrise,
Was this quest to the Eas...
Wednesday 14th December 2016 10:01 pm
Out of time
In couplet tradition
Unknown by the media
Unlisted in wikipedia
Unfollowed on twitter
Unloved but not bitter
Past my life sell by date
Written decades too late
To be heard in a slam
Or a poetry jam
But I make no apology
For my rhymed poetology
More compulsive than fiction
Rhyming is an addiction
Where the words b...
Thursday 8th December 2016 9:05 pm
He called me on a Monday,
Said his name was guy,
Told me of the refund
I could get for PPI
The phone rang twice on Tuesday,
The lady’s name was Dee,
She spoke of eco matters,
How my boiler would be free
On Wednesday I was worried
By an accident I’d had,
The insurance chap who phoned me,
Was convinced the wounds were bad
On Thursday my computer
Sunday 21st August 2016 12:19 pm
This is the digital house that we built.
This is the room in the digital house that we built.
This is the phone in the room in the digital house that we built.
This is the screen of the phone which she read in despair in a room all alone in the digital house that we built.
This is the joke which was no longer funny on the screen of the phone which she read in despair in a room all alon...
Sunday 14th August 2016 11:22 am