Poetry Blog by David Lindsay
Philip Beverley on The Trouble With Tribbles (Sat, 17 Nov 2018 05:28 pm)
on Cake Or Pie? (Sun, 19 Aug 2018 10:10 pm)
on Beating Banality (Mon, 11 Dec 2017 08:43 am)
on Halloween Support (Fri, 20 Oct 2017 09:04 am)
Far too clever for his own good
Deceitful and quite crafty
He got up to stuff that no king should
In fact, he got plain nasty
Killing folk and cheating death
Is not proper or obedient
Thus when it came to his last breath
Zeus couldn’t be less lenient
Forced to push a boulder up a hill
But never reach the top
Could make a chap feel queasy-ill
If not allow...
Sunday 10th November 2019 11:16 am
There are those who call me mean
And lacking in panache
But I'm ever hungry, somewhat keen
And always short of cash
Scavenging and working hard
That's really not my deal
I thought that I was avant-garde
When choosing out that meal
Grandma was a kindly soul
Though I'd say 'rather sickly'
Thus, I ate her up and made her whole
Yet somehow come off 'prickly'...
Thursday 7th November 2019 11:01 pm
I wonder if you can help me?
I have mislaid my train of thought
My mind wandered off without it
Now it’s lost without support
It arrived this morning brightly
At some ungodly hour
Then with some cheek, played hide and seek
‘til I stepped into the shower
I did my best to grasp it then
That was, of course, my hope
Yet my efforts yielded nothing
But fresh air and listless soap
I hunted for it in the study
Thursday 31st October 2019 7:16 am
Do I sense you quivering?
Do you know your end is nigh?
Is there peace in your last seconds?
Will you greet them with a sigh?
Do you sense my blade above you?
Are you prepared to feel each cut?
Were you hoping for some mercy?
Do you know that door is shut?
Do you get that I am smiling
as I decide which way to slice?
That your golden days are over
and now you have to pay the price?
You should lie there and acc...
Wednesday 13th February 2019 10:03 pm