Poetry Blog by ray pool (Aug 2020)
There was a ghost who was a shadow of his former self
as you might expect
if you believed as he had to in the afterlife.
Perhaps he was fit for purpose in that realm
but who can say
and unless you were an avid follower
of the occult
who would care anyway?
Tuesday 25th August 2020 8:55 pm
Bees are the bees knees
and quite essential
Bee keepers in their wading suits
Fly away Peter fly away Paul
celebrations to one and all.
Your homes with honey are lovingly soaked
and we know you won't sting us unless provoked.
One day when you're suddenly in the mood
a flypast would be lovely
we'll clap like we did for ...
Tuesday 18th August 2020 5:31 pm
Like a root vegetable distorted
his face grew on you in fascination.
making its case for persuasion.
Some walked away
not knowing what to make of it
but he became his own tour guide
manoeuvring around revulsion.
An intelligent wit
saw him making the best of it.
Saturday 15th August 2020 12:03 pm
Obesity is a big subject
and not to be taken lightly
spread the news.
Boris is against it
for viral reasons
so late to the plate
Hunt did his best to avoid it
more pressing matters
being on the agenda
makes the most of it
revealing uncomfortable truths
what goes round
comes around - well, almost.
Friday 14th August 2020 9:31 pm
I awoke last night and found i'd died
so I turned to face the other side
quite amazed at what I saw
a beautiful maiden five foot four.
Size isn't everything I thought
as I relished some nocturnal sport.
But passing to the spirit world
t'was just a nymph as I lay curled,
a kind of hell my hand passed through
and I didn't quite know what to do.
Tuesday 11th August 2020 10:23 pm
The day is long and hot
stretching out to sand
like the slit in a tank
in plain sight
offering no respite.
There may be blood
on unfamiliar hands.
Hearts beat in crosshatch
to a peculiar rhythm
the pace of unfamiliar lands.
Strange harsh voices coming
from behind barriers to progress
and silent curious children.
Friday 7th August 2020 3:26 pm