Monthly Archives: September 2021

‘Rescue’

Rosie Craddovk

saved a haddock,

kept it in her bath.

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Laura Lee

rescued a flea,

a wompom, and a giraffe.

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Richard Tippopotamus…

said he didn’t like animals.

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Whether it’s wrong,

or whether it’s right,

less people adopt a black cat,

than adopt a white.

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I’d just like to say,

‘The colour doesn’t matter,

just please rescue a poor cat today.’

Today’s Poem

“What!

I have to write another one?!

I write one yesterday—

and the day before that!

This is supposed to be fun,

right?!

And, now, am I becoming

the interrobang king?!

That’s three so far,

and that seems peculiar

when I, normally,

don’t use them at all.

By the way,

in my dictionary,

pride comes after a fall.

Stick that observation in you pipe

and smoke it?!”

It’s ‘No Haiku Day’ #NoHaiku

Hash-Tag No Haiku, just write something different, and all will be well.

Nothing to see here

Please look away,

there is nothing to see here –

is what I say

when nothing rhymes

and no poetry words are produced

and I am reduced

to making up titles

that are better than the body of work

that I shirk from the writing of.

So, please look away –

I say

that there is nothing here to see.

Thank you.

Seven days of seven Haiku a day – Day 7

Well, it’s nearly done,

just these last seven Haiku,

or Senryu things.

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Have I convinced you?

That Haiku and Senryu

are such worthy foes?

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Or has this been naff?

So many questions, just for you –

and so few answers.

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Anyway you look,

it’s very neatly over,

and you can relax.

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In a darkened room,

with a glass of aubergines

or something like that.

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Winding down slowly,

and easing off the throttle,

braking gradually.

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Driving metaphors –

I ask you, what are they like?

As if that mattered.

‘When climbing the O2’

When climbing the O2

it is essential to take H2O, too,

to drink;

or you might sink

into a dehydration tank

and, then, who would you have to thank?

Whilst climbing, remember,

that when you get to the top …

stop.

For continuing might be effort in vain.

And what have you to gain,

when the summit is achieved,

and you have breathed

the higher air …

there.

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One day, soon, you will be allowed back down

to the ground,

where the rest of the tired

can be found.

Seven days of seven Haiku a day – Day 6

Day six of seven,

and still no landing in sight –

ahoy there, mateys!

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Well, I said ‘silly’,

and, so, silly it has been,

with the odd stale bit.

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When I say, ‘stale bit’

I really meant ‘serious’

but it was too long.

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So, now here we are,

on the middle Haiku part

and you’re all at sea.

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My mixed metaphors

(similar to similes)

can confuse people.

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When I say, ‘people’

that may or may not include

someone that you know.

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Seventh Haiku starts

in much the same vein, because

that is how I write.

Lost Property Ladder

I was climbing up

the lost property ladder

one day,

when the phone rang.

I stopped upon the very rung

that I had been stepped upon,

and answered the call –

not of Nature, for that would be rude –

no, the call upon my phone.

Luckily, I was a loan,

and could be easily paid off,

by and by – the rate wasn’t too high.

There was nobody there …

just a voice,

asking me questions;

questions that I didn’t know the answers to.

Such as:

How tall is the second tallest giraffe?

Where does a sea end and an ocean begin?

How many are there?

I put the phone down,

and realised I was twenty feet up –

like an upturned twenty-footed creature –

my phone defied gravity

and hung there in mid air …

for all of ‘no’ seconds.

I realised that trying to climb

the Lost Property Ladder

was something an Adder

would shudder at the thought of doing.

So, I climbed back down again.

What an adventure!

Seven days of seven Haiku a day – Day 5

Written in Devon,

and so likely to be poor,

away from my home.

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However, I try;

then I give up, try once more;

before giving up.

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And starting again;

which did catch me by surprise,

brought tears to my eyes.

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So, at four words in,

can you tell the difference

or is it the same?

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West of the Tamar

there lays a strange, hidden, land

where all is ajar.

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People talk weirdly

with voices not understood

by the best of us.

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I think it has failed,

this attempt to Devon write

like everything’s well.

I didn’t know it

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.