I was born
on a Wednesday Morn,
not a Sunday one;
I don’t know why
I should tell the lie,
that I was born
on a Sunday Morn.
.
Perhaps my being born
on a Wednesday Morn
is also a lie;
but why lie
about something like that?
It doesn’t really matter when,
the day of my birth is such old hat.
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Tagged #poetry. #poem, #silly, #nonsense, #Sunday, birthday, #Wednesday, #Born
A sgonau walked into a bar,
looked around,
translated itself into Cornish,
and then it was skonsen!
Translation:
Sgonau: Scone (Welsh)
Skonsen (Cornish)
If it came down to it,
a word might be just enough,
when all you need is a word,
and can’t think of one,
a second, or a third.
.
Which of the many shall I choose,
to impart to you?
Just the one, never two.
Creativity that might be the one,
or inevitability,
though there is a certain inevitability
that it won’t be.
.
I know.
A short word,
easy of diction,
and lacking airs and graces;
useful in oh so many places.
Smile. The verb.
Use it, and then
observe.
Q. The thing that’s puzzling me –
the being who is descended from a monkey,
who descended from a tree –
is, if a monkey puzzle tree
is supposed to grow a foot a year;
and I have had mine 15 years;
why, when I went out this morning,
how could it have run away?
.
A. Well, with fifteen feet,
it would probably have run away very quickly.
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Tagged #Answers, #MonkeyPuzzleTree, #nonsense, #poetry. #poem, #silly, Questions
It’s yet another Thursday;
well, as days go –
and they do –
it’s the only Thursday that matters
at this very moment.
I mean, when tomorrow (Friday)
arrives,
today (Thursday)
will be condemned to the past – history –
and we will all have moved on.
.
Anyway, it’s this Thursday,
and that means…
well, it means different things
to different people,
probably.
.
Happy wet / dry / other Thursday;
.
hope it stretches itself to meet all your expectations –
if you have any –
expectations, that is –
about ‘this’ ‘current’ Thursday.
And here’s a Haiku
Especially for you –
I hope you like it.
What is Clobber?
An Australian thief passed by,
stole an ‘l’ –
‘G’day, Cobber!’
A manaña banaña
might be better tomorrow
than it would be today;
but, when manaña comes
will that still be true?
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Tagged #1LinerWednrsday, #LindaGHill, #Manana, #poetry. #poem, Banana, prose
Made out of nothing;
formed from the silent ether,
and meaning little.
.
What is in a word,
or many various words?
How long is a while?
.
Questions need answers;
like a bicycle needs fish,
and clouds need a wish.
Similar to a Tykki Duw,
a Pili Pala
is a Butterfly,
a Papillon,
a By-me-flew;
all colours, and patterned hues,
flitting and fluttering,
uttering soft hulloes.
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There’s just one place
where I want to be
and that is Kernow
by the sea.
.
By the sea
upon the shore
I would stand there
for ever more.
Graeme Sandford 