In The Leaky Teapot (Episode 1)
The rusty bucket in The Leaky Teapot had sprung a leak.
was all across the floor.
Mopping up was soon discussed –
and disregarded as an option;
so, a ‘Slippery When Wet’
sign was set.
This worked well,
until somebody tripped over it.
Yet, the day was saved,
when all agreed
that no harm had been done –
The Leaky Teapot was that sort of place.
Episode 2 of ‘In The Leaky Teapot’ here
My Silent Tinsel
Listen to my silent tinsel;
enlist all your skill;
lest, in haste you let sin
The Day the Tides All Stopped.
above the trees
fluttering in the breeze –
the Moon, not the trees –
in the Lunar Wind blew away;
the tides all stopped that day.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged #Lunar, #moon
To my love at Christmas.
I love you at this time of year
as I do at all other times of the year;
as my love increases
I love you more each day;
and, as each day goes,
I am glad that you and I
are here, together
holding each other
When & How & Now
When the quiet of the night has been broken by your feline friend doing what is natural to her with a tiny little bird…
When the slumber of sleep has been washed away from your eyes by a liquid formed from beans…
When the things that are to be done lay calling to you from beyond a nearby horizon…
When you have to recharge the limbs with energy and flex them into action…
… what shall I do first?
(Inc. Haiku) Boxing Day is Over (00:00)
Never to return.
We shall get another one,
and the year after that,
and so on.
Boxing Day was here;
but now it is no longer,
“Bye, bye, Boxing Day!”
Boxing Day #24 (23:00)
With just an hour to go
to reach the midnight
twenty-four hours on
from when this day started.
And all those words
(I never counted them)
written with the purpose
of filling the day
(at regular intervals – mostly)
with my thoughts and ideas upon…
well, upon all sorts of everything.
No classics, I fear;
but, maybe, just maybe,
the idea for a short story,
and, as the year end beckons,
perhaps I can finish with a flourish.
Boxing Day #23 (22:00)
Well, the end of the day is approaching fast – the hours have flown like blocks of sixty minutes;
the night has beckoned
and was the day as I reckoned it?
Well, again, it has been easy at times to write my words,
and harder at others.
If you have followed all or some of this
then I thank you for your participation.
If, however, you have been spared
the ordeal, then you may have been one of the lucky ones.it is not my place to judge.
Tomorrow will be a new day
and I shall just write a few random things, as I do.
I shall also try to read a few posts from others – writing does not always allow reading, you know.
Agatha Christiemas – Boxing Day 2018 #22 (21:00)
What shall we find with the new Poirot?
Shall it be ABC 5*
Parts 1,2 and 3?
Or will it be a Hickory Dickory Shock
to the system?
Shall I have to get the 3:10 from Paddington to Bear it?
Who knows whether John Suchet
can be bettered
it is, perhaps,
just a previous reincarnation
Boxing Day 2018 #21 (20:00)
Or crash out in front of the cardboard box
(the one that Boxing Day
is named after)
Anyway, start with the After Eights
and we’ll take it from there.