Monthly Archives: December 2017

(#26) t a houseman presents… his poem: ‘it’s been a while’

(#26) t a houseman presents:

his poem: ‘it’s been a while’

it’s been a while

since i wrote my last poem

and that ended in disaster.

i hope this one has a happy ending

and doesn’t need a plaster.

i should write more,

i should write faster;

but, perhaps, to do so

may end in disaster.

‘Blame’ @baffled, #HaikuChallenge

‘Blame’ @baffled #HaikuChallenge

Hark the tabla men

As they play their instruments!

Jazz? It’s not their fault!

‘Wishing Star’ and ‘Wishes’

From the prompt at Carrot Ranch

Of ‘Wishing Star’ for December 28th’s Flash Fiction

–//–

When

You

Wish upon a star…

Does a feeling of calm wash over you?

Or, do you get all agitated,

Like a pea in a whistle

As it is blown

In order to signify…

Something?

I wish upon stars

Every night

When I know that

They

Have never wished upon me…

Ever.

I wish it were true

That when you wished

Upon a star

Your dreams turned pale blue.

Or Banana yellow;

Because,

I am a strange sort of fellow.

I bet you wish that you were,

Too.

So, next time

You

Wish upon a star,

Think like me.

–//–

If wishes were fishes

And swam away

Never to be seen again

I wouldn’t be surprised.

If fishes were wishes

Could I bear to catch one

If dishes were dashes

And dots wore spots

Who would know

Where the wild things grow?

If moustaches grew on trees

In threes,

Would they be more fashionable

Upon wasps or bees?

If I wanted to make a wish

What would I make it out of?

Paper?

Cardboard?

Peanut butter?

Or something altogether ethereal?

Like cereal.

Yes, I do;

But, I wish I had a bowlful.

Don’t you?

Do wishes ever come true?

‘Cabbage, Pagoda, Scissors’

Will: Fancy a game of ‘Cabbage, Pagoda, Scissors’, Ben?

Ben: Shouldn’st that be ‘Rock, Paper, Scissors’, Will?

Will: That game is so of yesterday, Ben. The game of this moment, here now, is ‘Cabbage, Pagoda, Scissors’.

Ben: So, how does it work, Will?

Will: Well, Pagoda blunts Scissors; Scissors cut Cabbage; Pagoda flattens Cabbage.

Ben: And ‘Cabbage’?

Will: ‘Cabbage’ durst not doest anything, Ben. Nobody ever chooseth ‘Cabbage’.

Ben: Never?

Will: Not unless they really liketh Cabbages, Ben.

Ben: Okay, Will – I get that. Let us play on!

Will: Let us do so, my friend.

They shake their clenched fists

Both: Pagoda!

And on it went.

Cabbage Pagoda Haiku

Cabbage Pagoda,

Where have you been all my life?

In China? How quaint.

Poetry Under The Duvet.

My poetry

Is

On

A bit of a

Go

Slow

Today.

It doesn’t

Really

Want

To

Play.

It said

To

Me.

“I just want

To

Stay

Under the duvet

Where

It’s all

Snuggly.”

‘Excuse’ @baffled #HaikuChallenge

Excuse’ @baffled #HaikuChallenge

Excuse my success;

Six successive scissors seem

To beat your paper.