Category Archives: Poetry

A random leaf

I said ‘Hello!’ to a random leaf;

but, the random leaf ignored me;

I said hello to another leaf –

with the outcome just the same;

I said ‘Hello!’ to many leaves;

but none of them replied –

so, eventually,

I gave up saying hello to random leaves –

it was silly,

and it bored me

I shot the Triffid (and I swear it was in self-defence).

Now, not everybody hates a Triffid (if you consider all life being valuable, you don’t have favourites – all are equal).

So, when (in self-defence, I hasten to add) I shot the top of a towering Triffid, I was mightily surprised when a young lady ran up to me clutching leaflets and a sad expression.

“You’ve killed it!” she cried. “What harm was it doing you? You ought to be ashamed of yourself! Why?”

All these exclamations and questions were not readily answerable to her satisfaction, and I was soon being issues with a notice under Regulation TR1, Section 5, Sub-Section 3, that stated I was formally warned that my actions had brought me in direct conflict with S.C.A.T. (Serious Crimes Against Triffids).

“Do you know S.C.A.T.?” she asked me.

“Without hesitation I broke into some Scat / Do-wop and braved her exasperated look for all of twenty seconds.

“Very recently.” I answered her question.

“What, about two minutes ago?”

“Yes.” I mumbled.

“We shall be watching you.” she warned, as she departed the scene.

I looked after her retreating form, then around at the Triffid trunk.

Shaking my head, I picked up my Triffid Gun, and headed back to my truck.

The Paw Law of 1601

Passed by a show of many a paw,

the Paw Law – as it was known –

made it illegal to own

a bear for the pursuits

of boxing, dancing, baiting,

or waiting upon tables.

The Paw Law stated,

‘This law enables

the Bears of England

freedoms unheard of before.’

Sadly, humans had their own law

which did ensure that ‘all’ animals were unequal,

and some moreso than others.

It would be another thousand years

before animals of all ilks (including elks)

were even considered to be like

sisters or brothers.

Change is slow,

as the immutability of the inhumanity of humanity

is always saying, ‘No!’

The Black Dog (it came to visit)

Sometimes the little black dog

comes to visit;

I see it in my mind’s rear-view mirror,

catch a glimpse of it as I move through the day,

see it in my reflection.

My mood is down

and I am quieter,

assessing all around me,

withdrawing into my shell.

It may stay for a few days,

keep me company,

run after thrown sticks …

eventually … it will grow tired of my way,

and we shall part.

But, I’ll always have that memory stored

within my heart.

See the Church

See the church,

see the steeple;

see the chip shop,

see the people.

The First National Apostrophe Shortage – its a thing!

Whodve thought it?

The First National Apostrophe Shortage – in history.

Its here!

It couldve been averted,

maybe shouldve been;

but wasnt.

“Whatll happen now?”

Weve not got long to wait,

Shallnt be more than a while,

“Cant we do anything?”

No. Shouldve acted sooner;

stocked up, panic bought,

provided for the unknown future.

“Wouldve it made a difference

if we hadve done so?”

Dramatically (and grammatically) speaking,

No. Weve mucked it up –

thats what weve done.

“Oh.”

Thats the spirit.

Unicorn Shoes

I saw a Unicorn shoe, today,

along with another matching one,

a fine pair!

With Unicorn tails

and unicorn horns,

they were spotted in Looe,

Fore Street, to be precise,

Yes, I saw a pair of Unicorn Shoes, today –

they were magical,

and extremely nice.

‘As I looked through a window’

I looked out upon the world,

and the world looked back at me;

I saw a seagull flying by

heading for the sea;

I called out ‘Gull, where be you to?”

he looked a while at me

and answered “I be off to Looe,

it’s time now for my tea.”

And I was happy at that.

If – Linda G Hill’s #SoCS

(A prompt for a Saturday Stream-of-Consciousness write – which I restrict myself to doing in 10-minutes – this week the prompt was ‘if’).

See here for Linda G’s site.

—//—

If I manage

to write something

of worth here

I shall be mightily surprised.

And, before we get too far into this,

I am writing prose

in a poetry-looking format –

well, it has to be done.

Anyway,

if I ‘do’ manage

to create ‘War and Peace’

in the ten minutes

that I have allowed myself for this,

no one will be surprised.

Sorry, it should have read,

‘no one will be more surprised than me’,

but it didn’t – if you can follow that.

So, if a picture paints a large number of words

(In the vicinity of a thousand)

why can’t I paint?

If a rhetorical question

gains no answers,

why ask it in the first place?

If I knew all of the questions to some of the answers …

Ha! If!

No, seriously for a second –

why is it that E=MC squared?

Remember, you only have a second to answer that.

If you take too long

you lose a point.

If you answer with time to spare,

well, here is a chest

to pin a badge upon.

If this goes on too long

please let me know,

before I write copious amounts

of drivel

and waste everybody’s time.

Well, obviously, not ‘everybody’s’

that would be slightly over-stating

the dozen or so people

that irregularly read

(or claim to read)

what I do write.

If all (nearly) 8 billion people

read my words

(which they don’t)

and even one percent commented,

that would mean my taking

the rest of my life answering.

BTW ‘if’ is the centre part of ‘life’

that was one of those ‘Squirrel’ moments –

I get them from time to time.

Is it almost over?*

As if!

*the 10-minute alarm went off here – how appropriate. G:)

Antelope

Yesterday, I saw a unicorn;

today, I saw an antelope –

well, obviously, there were two ants,

and I’m just assuming

that they were eloping;

but, you know me.