Poetry Blog by mike booth (2017)
As Trump prototype walls are assessed and my back garden wall remains work in progress, penned this little poem....
Brick by Brick
I got some bricks, cement and sand
With water, trowel, a plotting line.
Thought of how to turn my hand
To leave a symbol of something fine.
I had my patch, could build so tall,
Keep to myself my piece of space.
I could build a monstrous wa...
Thursday 28th December 2017 7:12 pm
THE BALLAD OF THE SUPPLY TEACHER
I’m going to burst, I need a pen,
I had it first, say that again!
I’m feeling sick, You got a tissue?
Watch this trick, I heard her diss you…
It’s boring this, I hate this school
Can I see Miss, I play the fool.
I always leave before the end
I just sit here, beside my friend.
I won’t change seats, you can’t make me
Saturday 18th November 2017 5:53 pm
You’re fizzy like an alka-seltzer
All elastic, little belter,
Plastic fantastic, helter skelter
Spacey one, you moon of delta.
Short of fuse, a pocket rocket
Soothing words just like a locket
Fit my spade you yellow bucket
My mind is full, but you unblock it.
Pack a punch, sting like a bee,
Sharp and bristly, holly tree,
Grab your rose, ...
Sunday 5th November 2017 8:20 am
A good friend of mine, Winston Plowes, has suggested a good cure for my addiction to rhyme. I have taken two lines from hannah collins's poem The Bound Bird (thanks Hannah!) and used each woed as the last line of my new poem. It is fun to try and helps unleash the imagination (or release the bound bird?!) without restrictions of rhyme. See what you think. M x
Put pearls of amethyst beneath h...
Thursday 2nd November 2017 7:21 am
Been struck by the number of cliches I am hearing at the moment, especially the title of this poem, so penned this littly ditty early this morning... Hope you like it!
It is What it Is…Some Well Worn Words
At the end of the day, when all’s said and done,
To be fair I must say there’s no smoking gun.
It is what it is, we have to move on,
Time passes or flies and the moment is go...
Sunday 29th October 2017 9:18 pm
With apologies to Mr Kipling... purveyor of exceedingly good poems...
An Iffy Poem
If you can write and not make rhyme your master,
If you can feel and let those feelings flow.
If you can think and find a simple structure
Which builds your thoughts of love, then lets it go.
If you can find a telling rhyme or metre
Which fits with all your tho...
Friday 27th October 2017 8:10 am
He stands erect, Christ like
Arms spread wide,
Head not bowed, but turned aside
A crucifixion, yet basking in the sun.
Jet black, an Angel of coal,
Feathers dripping, jagged as knives
As if tormented, haunting souls,
With icy stare and blackened heart.
He might have been forced to hold
His wings for some dark crime,
A tableau fixed, a lesson to u...
Thursday 26th October 2017 2:06 pm
He was a bright spark,
She his old flame,
And when they got together
Fire burned again.
They rubbed together for a while
Blazing hot on tinder,
Burning looks, smouldering smile
Their passion couldn’t hinder.
Soon the hot and fiery pair
Could hold it in no more,
Igniting like a flare,
The furnace began to roar.
They consumed ...
Sunday 15th October 2017 8:51 am
The view from here is calm and true
The grassy steppes stretch out of sight
From plainness slowly dullness grew
From winning I have lost my fight
Life once sharper, numbs to bland
And feet sink deeper into sand.
The uphill struggle left me weak
Fingers bloodied, grip was lost
Each ridge ahead still seemed the peak
Life was stripped, I paid the cos...
Saturday 14th October 2017 11:36 am
Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee.
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B
Friday 13th October 2017 9:02 pm
The Swan Effect Your slender neck and wings so clean
Graceful movement, so serene,
The purest feathers which you preen
Are what attracts the eye.
Curves and power, gliding slow,
Majestic as a river flow
Sleek and gently strong you go
Wednesday 11th October 2017 7:06 pm
A Life in Colour
The challenge as I rise from bed
Is turning greys to green and red.
The drabness of the everyday
Takes a rainbow, turns it grey.
The colours sharp are lit by sun.
Red, orange, yellow, new begun.
Green, blue, violet quickly fade
Primary, pastel, into shade.
A squirrel, seal, a worm, a whale
Don’t worry that they live so pale.
The tortoise carries we...
Monday 9th October 2017 7:06 am
Wrote this after a visit to Southern Cemetery... see what you think.
Grave Thoughts from Above Ground
They lie so quiet in the ground
While leaves and nuts fall all around.
The slanting sun, the shadows fall
The squirrels scamper, magpies call.
The shortest stories ever told,
Their lives in stone stand out in bold.
A middle name they won’t confess
Or all three ...
Friday 6th October 2017 2:14 pm