Category Archives: Poetry

Pressing the Mute Button on Poets.

When you are caught in the headlights

of an oncoming poet’s wittering,

it would be really useful

if you could just press the mute button

bringing calm to an, otherwise,

chaotic outpouring of poesy.

Then, you could concentrate on other things,

more important things,

and await what the future brings

without the inconvenience

of rhyming couplets

and Iambic Pentameters

doing your head in.

So, let’s all pray for the day

when the Poet Mute Button

comes our way.

National Poetry Day – Tomorrow!

Tomorrow it is


National Poetry Day –


please write a Haiku.

If you can’t write one


it’s not the end of the World…


that is next Tuesday.

Looe Paper

We need Looe Paper,

we need it now

as we all must have

rolls to play;

cast us, somehow;

roll out the barrel,

(without Colin Farrell –

he’d just act up –

as actors do tend to do)

And the headline for today –

which is garish – does say,

‘We need Looe Paper!

Yes, we do!

Because we all need something

to read on the Looe!’

An Wedhen (The tree)

edhen

yn

an wedhen.

Moon Over Looe (with four-let’r word)

Moon Over Looe.

That Moon,

over Looe,

blue, slim

with edge thin;

lost, bold, cold;

what else?

Cool dude,

nude, rude,

spin away?

Ne’er! Stay!

That Moon,

over Looe,

seen.

Falling Leaves

The table set,

with food galore,

glasses, cutlery,

no room for more,

and then disaster!

Faster than you could say, “Oh, dear!”

the table top did sudden clear,

with leaves that fell,

from up to down,

and contents dropping,

(no chance for stopping),

did cause a frown

upon my face,

the smile had gone;

and the fallout was a bomb-site

second only to none.

Looe 3007

In a thousand years from now

will things be just the same,

when they’ve changed so much in a hundred?

And, would we be able to claim

knowledge of a place

where we thundered in youth

and withered in age,

when the world spins ever quicker,

just to reach a final stage?

We walk these streets

as those before,

and look out to sea

from that same shore;

but, tomorrow is another day,

what happens then…

well, who can say?

A Thousand Years

I’ve watched you for a thousand years,

I’ll watch a thousand more,

I am the one who helps your boat

reach safely to the shore.

For when you are in peril

a-sailing on the sea;

you might needs pray to someone

and that someone might be me.

The Faux Toe Shop

I woke up this morning

(da dada da da!)

and found that I only had nine toes!

Where, is it,

when a man is missing a toe,

where is it

that he goes?

Nobody knows.

So, for a toe,

I suggest

that there should be

a faux toe shop

where they can add on

the missing toe –

the one that has gone.

And, if, subsequently,

one happens to find

the missing digit,

you’ll have a spare

in hand (so to speak)

and won’t have to pay

the faux toe shop

a visit.

Nadelik Lowen Haiku

“Nadelik Lowen!”

I called to all the people.

“Kynnyav yw!” they cried.