Monthly Archives: January 2018

Are we trees

Are we trews

Are we

Are we a free stew

Are we a few

Dare we

We were

We are

We trace areas

Free we care

Far we see

Are we scared

Are we

We are a carefree face

A fad

A sad café

We are a façade

A free card

We erred

We are deferred.

‘Amazing’ @baffled #HaikuChallenge #Haiku

Amateur aardvarks

Azure as your antelope

Ingots of pure blue.

“It’s National Bubble Wrap Appreciation Day, today!”

“Everybody go ‘Way-Yay!’ “

For is there anything better

Than the popping of bubbles;

To soothe the nerves

And help you forget all your troubles?

Is there?

Well, there probably is;

But, let’s not take away

Bubble Wrap’s finest quality;

For, when it comes to air filled pockets of pleasure,

Bubble Wrap causes jollity.

“Pop!”

Once, a long time ago –

You could say ‘once upon a time’

But, that would just be plain silly –

Anyway,

Once upon a time,

I was touchéd by an angel; sorry, touched, by an angel.

No physical contact was made

Nor a metaphysical contact – whatever that is.

Anyway, I mustn’t dye grass – even though Blurgrass is a funky thing, it often upsets the landlord.

So, this angel, that I mentioned earlier,

Had a halo

And shining hair

That was curlier

Than any hair that I had ever seen.

Of angels she must have been the queen;

All calmly facing me, quite serene;

And I said “You must be an angel, ‘cause I’ve fallen from Heaven for you.”

And she said “That made no sense, whatsoever;

You haven’t a clue.”

And I replied, with a little simile “Yo, Angel, are you winging it – ‘cause, like, you got no style in clothes.”

I could tell she was foxed

By the frown that arose.

“Touché, there, dude! I appreciate your banter;

But, the boss wants me back soon – and he ain’t no Santa.

He works hard every day

9 to 5 ain’t His thing –

We call him Numero Uno, The Daddy, El King.”

Then she flew off

In a blaze of bright light,

And I was left there slack-jawed;

But, it had been a good night.

It’s National Something Or Other Day, today!

Or, maybe International!

Whichever it is, we should all take a moment

And sing it’s praises

Make sure the flag raises high

For every day is a day for the worshipping

Of this, that and the other;

And be quick, before this special day has gone by.

The ‘Poem’

It was such a groovy movie

That I had to watch it twice

It made me so emotional

It really was so nice;

But, I didn’t watch a third time –

I took my doctor’s advice.

–//–

The ‘Critic’

Well, is it?

It’s not Shakespeare,

And it isn’t Keats;

Neither Byron or Shelley

Would write of defeats

In the same manner or style;

And who am I to say I’m a poet

And poetry defile?

In the twinkling of an eye

I bought humble pie

And a degree of my ‘my, my, my’

Was forever relegated to years gone by.