A Poem from when writing a poem is not what my brain wants to do.

It’s hard, sometimes,

to craft the rhymes,

that make the words sing;

and, often, if I do write,

what I write is poor,

and lame, and not the same,

as what I write when I’m in the zone.

But, still, I will put my words together,

untether the process of creation,

and, perhaps, by writing,

I might start inviting inspiration.

Or, I can always wait,

for the seminal state

to return.

I may earn nothing

from what I do,

but worth is in the eye

of the beholder:

that is something you learn,

as you grow older.

There is always worth in words.

Once upon a Time… (extended)

Once upon a time…

some seventeen syllables

had an adventure…

They set out one day

to see if they could find them

a land, to unwind.

Once up on a time

some se ven teen syll a bles

had an ad vent ure

They travelled quite far;

until, one fine morn, they found…

Land of Confusion

a bles some vent had

ven an ure a se syll up

ad teen on time Once.

They travelled on.

Up and down they went,

until they reached a place called…

Land of Alphabets

a a ad an bles

had on Once se some syll teen

up ure time ven vent

They left that place, too.

Until, finally,

they crossed a deep valley to…

Land of Completion.

Once upon a time…

some seventeen syllables

had an adventure…

They had all got back

where it was good to be – home,

and happy again.

Once upon a Time…

Once upon a time…

some seventeen syllables

had an adventure…

A combination of things have brought us here today, and ‘So…’ I say, ‘let us break bread together, until every morsel is broken’.

Don’t you just hate it,

when the title of a poem

promises so much,

offers so much,

and, then,

gives you so little?

Boxing Day Haiku

‘Twas gone Christmas Day,

and there were, all through the house,

left-over tidings.

Christmas Day Haiku / Tanka

I wanted to write

A Haiku for Christmas Day;

but, there weren’t enough–

Christmas Day Haiku Tanka

I wanted to write

A Haiku for Christmas Day;

but, there weren’t enough–

syllables; so, change of plan

i wrote a Tanka instead.

Christmas Day Haiku

I wanted to write

A Haiku for Christmas Day;

but, there weren’t enough–

PS Have a great day wherever and whatever you are. G:) ❤️

It

I started writing the title,

then I was distracted by squirrels,

or a butterfly, or the like,

and when I came back,

my title to finish,

I had forgotten,

I had a lack

of knowledge

as to what it was;

the title,

nor the poem,

remained in my head;

and, now, the one word

that still stands true,

looks at me with a weary expression,

and I cannot answer it.

Like a River Under Troubled Bridges.

I am not what you might call

a proper poetical type;

ignore the hype,

poetry should be fun,

and I, for one, like what I do,

and do what I like when

I’m in your wardrobe –

sorry, a song sprang to mind –

see? It’s okay to be funny,

as long as you don’t want to be popular,

that is.

A Stab in the Dark

All the lights were off

and the cast were in the dark;

a shot rang out – Bang!

When the lights were put back on

Colonel Mustard had been stabbed.