“Shall we go Parranda, Miranda?”
asked Prospero, with a wry smile.
“Father, you are all a lather,
if you think we can spend a while
in doing so. The answer, it is, ‘No!’ “
Posted in Poetry
Tagged #Miranda, #poetry. #poem, #Prospero, #TheTempest, @Shakespeare
I didn’t know it,
but my fuzzy ginger friend
had a helpful hand to lend.
He helped me out of a predicament
by my use of the helping hand he leant;
and it’s plain to see
there was more to him
when there was less of me.
“Your guttering
is spluttering!”
said a fluttering butterfly
that was just passing by.
I looked,
and it was.
.
“Why?” I questioned.
.
“Bee cause it is.”
buzzed a busy bee.
.
Which made much sense to me.
Autumn’s mist arrives,
adds a cool chill to the air,
and then leaves us … leaves.
.
That is a Haiku;
it is in no way funny,
and tales of Nature.
.
I can do Haiku;
though for a while they were not –
as they were silly.
.
Now, if I have to,
I can write serious things,
and leave puns behind.
.
The Sun rose tofday;
but it did so quite unseen
due to the mizzle.
.
“This’ll confuse them.”
said the Sun in his ‘hot’ voice.
Well, we had no choice
.
but to be confused.
We stared at the dusty sky,
then went back to bed.
I almost forgot!
I’ve seven Haiku to write
and it’s almost two.
.
Of the Clock I mean,
in the afternoon, lunchtime –
if lunch is had late.
.
What a state I’m in;
without a single idea
of what I’m to write.
.
I’d hate to fail now,
on the third day of seven
having just started.
.
Better make a start,
then I can catch up later,
before midnight comes.
.
But, on what subject?
Telekinesis? Maybe…
but ‘probably’ not.
.
I know, it’s simple,
I’ll write some quick Senryu
about fluffy ducks.
G:)
Posted in Poetry
Tagged #nonsense, #poetry. #poem, #Senryu, #SevenHaikuInSevenDays, #silly, Haiku
I looked around …
and found …
not a single, solitary poem
anywhere.
Usually there was one near here,
or over there;
but, no, not a rhyme to be seen
upon the scene.
I mean,
what is a poet to do
when there isn’t a poetry clue
that jumps up and says,
“How do you do!”
.
So, here is day two;
the second day of seven,
you can do the math.
.
And what has happened?
I mean, have there been changes?
Or is all the same?
.
Never mind all that,
let us continue to write:
seven more haiku.
.
I know, ‘Senryu!’
There’s not a large difference,
just a state of style.
.
Humorous poems,
where there’s a lightness of touch,
and maybe a pun.
.
Not that puns matter –
hash-tag puns matter I write,
because I do care.
.
And seven now done;
and what have we achieved here …
remains to be seen.
.
.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged #poetry. #poem, #Puns, #PunsMatter, #Senryu, #SevenHaikuADay, Haiku
Seven Haiku days
all in a row – so ‘no’ gaps;
that makes forty-nine.
.
Senryu are fine –
or a mixture of both types
is also okay.
.
Starting with the first,
I shall follow a sequence –
but not a seance.
.
As you can tell here,
my verses are Senryu
which means they’re funny.
.
I do serious
as often as I shower –
that is once a year.
.
Okay, maybe not;
it’s maybe more frequently
twice or thrice even.
.
So, on with the write,
making sure my syllables
add up exactly.
.
.
“Leaves! Leaves! Leaves!
No one believes
the amount of leaves
that will fledge from the trees;
and fall upon my garden.”
.
“Pardon?”
.
“Oh, nothing – it’s just work for me to do.”
.
“Would you rather they did levitate?”
.
“No … probably not.”
.
“Good. Now just get on with your task –
it’s all I ask.”
.
“Thanks, G! Perhaps you could lend a hand?”
.
“Okay.”
.
.
And the winds did blow
And the leaves did fall
And so I chased after them –
And G looked down
smiled
and had a ball.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged # God, #Autumn, #Leaves, #LeavesFall, #poetry. #poem, Fall, nature
Autumn is …
awesome,
that’s all I can say,
as I just used the similarities
of the words
to fuel my word play.
In Autumn,
a leaf fell;
in the Fall,
it also fell;
be it one or the other,
the result was the same:
the first to fall,
I have found,
presages a general
leaf fest upon the ground.
