Poetry Blog by John Andrew Nield
A ‘Snitch’, in Time !
My mother’s mother, Granny Brown
was ‘muchly-loved’ throughout our town.
The care she gave; her happy ways.
She cheered us in her ‘ember days’.
She liked to knit but not to sell.
Such quality. (Oh, you could tell!).
Each item, thoroughly bespoke
- for giving to specific folk.
“Gran, that’s great !” I’d often shout.
“You knit them ...
Saturday 15th June 2019 7:05 pm
Jesus Wants You!
He forced the door and entered, stepping over shards of glass,
to effortlessly melt into the chamber’s darkened mass.
And, as his torchlight searched for ‘victim-drawers’ to rifle through,
out of darkness, rasped a voice; “Jesus is watching you.”
He froze - was someone in the room inviting conversation?
Or maybe he was hearing things (or his ...
Sunday 26th May 2019 5:59 pm
‘Man-Size’ Issues !
So, now those ‘Man-Size’ tissues
are named ‘Extra-Large’ instead.
It’s another “sexist” issue
that is messing with me ‘ead!
It seems, the major problem
is all centred around ‘Man’.
Folk find this word offensive
but I’m ‘flummoxed’ if I can !
I’m fearing for the future
if this nonsense carries on.
‘Cos they’ll ban the ‘Man’ fr...
Thursday 23rd May 2019 8:40 pm
A 'Fitting' Tale.
Harry was a tailor, with the highest reputation.
Known for style and excellence (whatever, his creation).
His method was to double-check on every single measure,
so garments fitted perfectly, to give his clients pleasure.
This ‘modus-operandi’ will ensure the clothes fit, great
if you stick to it religiously and never deviate.
Monday 20th May 2019 5:49 pm
Yet another chess convention
called upon the monthly pension.
Crusty codgers, ‘ coffin - dodgers’.
Reek of mothballs (best not mention!)
Hotel filled with ancient blokes,
bragging of their master-strokes.
Cracking ‘chess-related’ jokes!
The old ‘ Grand Master’ then appeared,
to boast and crow (whils...
Monday 20th May 2019 10:30 am
He'd had enough! The pace, too fast.
Found courage to resign (at last).
Escaping from the 'Hell' of Shares and Stocks.
So, Hedge-Fund Dividends in hand,
Simon bought a croft, with land,
nestling between two Scottish lochs.
He cherished his ‘now-simple’ life.
No stress (nor ‘higher-maintenance’ wife!)
and not another soul for miles arou...
Sunday 19th May 2019 2:18 pm
Down, the ‘Chippy’.
When I was a lad (and everything was ‘black and white’),
the highlight of my week was at the ‘chippy’, Friday night.
The smell of it was wonderful and made my spirits rise;
anticipating fish and chips (or sometimes I’d ‘go, pies’!)
The sizzle of the fryers - which spat louder with each fish.
“Could yer give us two steak puddin’s please? Mi Mam ‘as ...
Sunday 19th May 2019 9:42 am
A Fond Farewell !
For thirty, long years he’d delivered the post.
The community all knew Ben well.
His retiring had come as a ‘shocker’ to most.
- He’d be sorely missed. (You could tell!)
And so, on the day of his very last shift,
(where, really to no-one’s surprise)
each household met Ben with a suitable gift.
Wrapped in ‘hugs’ and some ‘dewing-up’ eyes!...
Saturday 18th May 2019 6:49 pm
Caravan, oh, caravan!
You court a certain breed of man.
Who “canvassed” (once), ‘The Great Outdoors’
but now he favours plywood floors!
The lure of towing, out of town.
Of ‘pitching up’ and winding down.
Al-fresco lunches, cups of tea.
Of ‘Vanners’ camararderie.
Reversing in, (if ‘things get tense’)
so often gains an audience.
Saturday 18th May 2019 4:46 pm
It’s tough, being ‘follicly-challenged’.
(I suppose, it’s because of my age.)
Now, my hair-line is shrinking it’s started me, thinking,
“I’m finally reaching ‘that stage’!”
I’ve guessed what the ‘blighters’ are up to
(when they slowly ‘abandon’ my head).
At a loss, what to do,
they’ve sought ‘pastures a-new’
and took over my nostrils instead !
Friday 17th May 2019 10:23 pm
Gertrude and her boyfriend, Pete,
at last had set a date.
They booked the church and hotel suite
in which to celebrate.
The hen night went with such a swing
(the ‘stripper-man’ was hot!)
The girls teased ‘Gert’ on everything
and laughed about ‘What’s what’!
“Just wait until your wedding night!”
Collectively, they gushed.
“You’ll get ‘what’s what’ ...
Sunday 11th June 2017 7:10 pm
Teresa May has, big-style, cockeD UP!
She thought it wise for an election to be calleD UP.
She now needs her party to be shoreD UP.
Oh dear, where will the Tories enD UP ?
Friday 9th June 2017 10:23 am
In a small village, quite close to the sea
resided a loving (and close) family.
A mother, a father and much-treasured son -
not yet ‘flown the nest’; it was time to move on.
The son started courting a lass known as Moll.
His father agreed “She’s a bit of a doll!”
And soon (as he’d got to that point in his life)
the son rather fancied young Moll, as his wife.
Monday 5th June 2017 3:53 pm
Thanks, Colin Hill, for prompting this one in me!
I'm not that politically driven but it just jumped out at me, given the forthcoming election.
- mnemonic for screwing up nuts, bolts and screws, you see?
Also applied to political policy.
Here, let me try t...
Saturday 3rd June 2017 11:04 am
With enigmatic propertie’s!
They shorten thing’s; state what belongs,
by gracing literature and song’s.
Yet, people rage and shout abuse
about their truly proper use.
Knowing this, the blighter’s tea’se
from windows’, sign’s and canopie’s’!
The culprit (chiefly) for this mess?
That pesky ...
Friday 2nd June 2017 8:19 am
Back in the nineties, Lorena and John
were making the news with a ‘right carry-on’!
John’s marriage commitments, he just couldn’t keep.
So she chopped off his ‘chopper’ whilst he was asleep!
Lorena then (finally) came to her senses.
So shocked with her handiwork’s dire consequences!
Her ‘unkindest cut’ must have broken the law,
so she picked up his ‘winkie’ and ran for the door.
Tuesday 30th May 2017 12:13 pm
Shame, ‘United Airlines'
You used to shout "Brace! Brace!”
and serve me with a nice hot towel
before you punched my face !
Tuesday 30th May 2017 12:00 pm
The ‘Don’ Corleone liked weasels - a lot!
But that's something, Sicily just hasn't got.
So he travelled to see Dr Frankenstein, where
he demanded, he make him one up - then and there!
The (nervous) Doc said “’Though I don’t think, I ought-ter.
I’ll build you a weasel that swims in the water”.
Then, set about stitching up flesh, fur and bone
‘til a thing (that resembled a weasel...
Monday 29th May 2017 2:40 pm
“Give Peace a chance!” John Lennon, pleaded - not that any Nations heeded.
Fearful of a ‘mass destruction’; nuclear-bombs and ‘arms-reduction’.
Despots (’power-mad’), dictating, murdering and postulating
Super-powers show some heart, whenever ‘profit’ plays a part.
When I was just a little lad my life, at home was fairly sad.
The air was fraught with sibling-slaps; the squabbling ...
Monday 29th May 2017 2:30 pm