Standing down the shop today

Waiting in the queue

Behind the tape stuck on the path

Social distancing as you do


I heard a bit of commotion

Two lines from where I’m stood

Turning round to see a kid

Dressed in a top with hood.


Why are we stood outside

Why don’t you just walk in

Slowly and assuredly

He began to grin


Not the pleasant kind

More a condescending smug

Not being one to judge, however

I deemed he was a thug


I bet you darn’t go in he taunted

Giving the young girl a shove

Who looked quite embarrassed

This was her first true love


They arrived together

In his red hot hatchback

The kind the kids all seem to have

Who think the road is their racetrack


His grin became a laugh

I thought this no laughing matter

Goulding her incessantly

Note: Not the urban dictionary definition!


Falling forward in my sector

Together we both stood

You need to step back my dear

Up came the thug in hood


Exclaiming get out of my way

I am going in!

With his Cheshire cat style grin


A swift elbow found it’s way

Right beneath his chin

His smile dropped to the floor

His mates thought they’d join in


I think your friend fell over

You’d better pick him up

Then I think it’s time  

That you all backup


At this, the queue erupted

And all clapped in unison

Never judge a book by it’s cover


You just you wait till I get home

I'm going to tell your mum.




Please read all the comments it explains my thinking behind this poem this exact situation happened to me this morning, right up to the elbow... That is where my imagination went should the move have been necessary this would have been the outcome. 


Humour with a tale to tellMaster Po

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Paul Sayer

Thu 23rd Jul 2020 16:17

Shehariah, Long answer… Short version.

Whether we believe we can, or we think we cannot, we are right.
Our imagination is one of our greatest allies and our greatest adversaries.

I love the acronym KISS.
Keep It Simple Silly.

Did I give the lad an elbow to the chin? No.

The situation was real. It happened that morning as I began in the poem.
It was, as is often the case, an everyday event that inspired me to write a poem.

‘If’ he had overstepped the mark, quite literally in this case the yellow chevron tape…
Or he crossed the metaphorical line I had drawn in the sand the outcome would have been as the poem continued.

Inspiration is crucial in so many things we undertake to help us both to begin and to keep going.

In my case, I was going on to becoming both a martial arts instructor and amongst other things writing poetry.

Here you can see my poetry in action. Just like in fighting, you need an opponent to train and practice with; in poetry, we need feedback and critique to progress.

Shariah, your comments and questions are crucial in both of our learning and growth.

I hope that people see my poetry in motion, not me😉.

Thank you for commenting

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Thu 23rd Jul 2020 05:30

Okay, I’m a little confused. Did you really give the lad an elbow to the chin? I really want the answer to be yes, but I’m thinking that in the post script you said that’s where your imagination stepped in. I bet it’s something to see you in action.

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Paul Sayer

Tue 14th Jul 2020 11:17

Thanks for hitting the like Jon.


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Paul Sayer

Mon 13th Jul 2020 20:56

Hi Brian thank you so much for your like.

Sadly that is all too often true mate.

However, I could tell of some real events that might not put me in such a favourable Po sistion.

I can't abide with bullies and have stood up for the underdogs on more than one occasion. The Older I get the more I can just blend in.

Being a part of a crowd is a very stealthy place to be.

My students have not needed to use their skills in anger, and neither have I. Anger is absolutely guaranteed to sap your power and your ability to act with swiftness without having to 'think' about what you are going to do.

However, a few lessons are essential to go beyond what we think we can do and what think we can't do.

Long live hap-ki-Do!

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Brian Maryon

Mon 13th Jul 2020 20:43

Liked the poem Po but don't wholly agree with your subsequent rationale. The mob would have attacked the old man for exactly that reason...they are a mob and he is old and alone.

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Paul Sayer

Mon 13th Jul 2020 20:42

Hello Hugh. Thank you for hitting the like.

Your style has inspired me to have a go at humour more.

I find your poems so much fun. I try and catch up on your blog posting if I away from the site when I return.

Keep making us laugh and smile dear friend.

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Paul Sayer

Mon 13th Jul 2020 19:30

Bluesky, Their intentions…

At first to join in the action to get in on the act
That's the way kids think these days.
strength in numbers!

Of course, they are 100% right.

Sometimes, sometimes however things don't always turn out the way you think they are going to.

An old man stands in the way, grey hair, grey beard not a threat in any way just a lone old man.

So the leader of the pack stands up to show his leadership and brave bravado. The pack watch on as they did so many times before.

The old man smiles and ignores the rabble they are just kids blowing off a bit of steam.

The young girl who thinks her new love is a knight in shining armour who will love and cherish her and honour and protect her. Finds for the first time… the first of many yet to come

That he is not what she dreamed of. He pushes her he taunts he belittles her in front of ‘his’ gang! Who laugh thinking it is funny… she is hurt, deeply hurt but she still loves him.

He moves forward without a second thought of the old man who is standing in his path.

The old man smiles giving the leader of the pack a sense of bewilderment.

He was expecting the old man to move aside and back off in fear.

In still steps forward with a look in his eyes of determination to enter the shop.

The old man remains steadfast, the path is narrow and a parked lorry makes a small narrow passage to the shop doorway that the old man now blocks.

In an instant, the leader of the pack is laying on his back in a state of shock and deep humiliation.

His gang are unsure of what to do. Some want to rush and engage the old man, some stand and think how the f##K did that old geezer do that.

Some are inwardly pleased because they did not like how he treated the young girl and the way he intended to cause hurt to an old man.

Some move forward the old man smiles at them and tells them to help their friend up in a way that commands them to do as they are told…

They are pack animals with no leader they can only follow blindly, their leader is dethroned and defeated.

This is not where I intended the poem to end The ending as I wrote each letter surprised me.

The moral of the tale is always stand your ground, never be intimidated…

And if attacked by the pack always hit the leader before he hits you. The pack will disperse.

If not go for the next opponent if at all possible chose the largest of the pack and deal with him next.

From experience, it hardly ever reaches this stage if it does this is a good move because the rest will now fear becoming the next victim, and their mind will show them in graphic detail their downfall.

They will back away or at the very least hesitate and the first one to overcome his fear will be the next victim of the old man.

They will get in each other's way as now you don’t have a pack you have a one on one.
Although the old man (me remember) looks elderly and frail he is a martial arts master.

There is always more to fighting than punching and kicking.
Master Po


Mon 13th Jul 2020 18:43

Never JUDGE a book by its true.

A SWIFTZ elbow found it’s way

Right beneath his chin

His smile dropped to the floor

His mates thought they’d join in

Puzzles me with their intention.

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Paul Sayer

Mon 13th Jul 2020 18:20

Hi Mark thanks for your like mate, I hope it made you smile awhile.

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Paul Sayer

Mon 13th Jul 2020 17:32

Hi Katie

That is nice of you to say.

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Mon 13th Jul 2020 17:14

Really liked this good poem

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