Tag Archives: Poetry

It rained (and I died)

It rained and rained,

and I got wet,

it soaked me through;

and, yes, I caught pneumonia,

double, died;

and then the rain stopped,

the Sun came out,

and all things dried;

it was a lovely day,

but a shame I’d died.

The Cornish Chough

The Cornish chuff flew from Slough to Peterborough; he landed on a bough, and said, ‘Enough is enough, for now.’ Through the rough night the Chough did cough; but feeling better come the morning, to Loughborough he flew, to see a roof he knew. Later that afternoon, he did go from Loughborough, back to Slough, to Crewe, then to Looe.

“I’m not a complete idiot!”

‘No, I’m not a complete idiot…’

is what I say,

in reply to the question,

‘Are you a complete Idiot?’

‘And then I add,

‘… I have a few bits missing; so, not a complete idiot, am I?’

Paraphrasing from Shania,

‘This doesn’t impress them much’.

Blank Holiday Haiku (Haiku in the plural)

No it is not blank;

there are many words writ here;

but, not that much sense.

.

So, perhaps, write more

than just one single haiku,

will two haiku do?

.

Or is three enough;

not that there is much content,

just a lot of fluff.

Like in the settee,

which is not quite relevant;

but, is a true fact.

.

Should these haiku rhyme?

Perhaps I should have prepared

before I started.

.

Or is this just a

Stream-of-Consciousness haiku,

that goes where it wants?

.

So many questions –

and so few answers at all –

typical Graeme.

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Anyway, my friend,

it’s not so blank now is it,

but, just as silly.

.

And, no, it won’t rhyme;

time after time I’ve told you,

my haiku don’t do

what I want them to.

Where did all the seagulls go?

When I took the picture

I left plenty of room

for the poem

that would accompany it.

When I took the other picture

I left plenty of room

for the seagull

that would inhabit it.

I didn’t take any more pictures,

as I’d left plenty of room

for improvement.

When Wednesday Comes

When Wednesday creeps up on you

and takes you unawares,

you suddenly realise that

you are half way through the ‘weak’ days,

and heading towards the ‘strong’ ones.

“Wow!

“How did that happen?”

you might ask.

Well, perhaps you should have been paying

more attention.

Gull

Gull.

From wingtip to wingtip,

from beak to tail feathers,

from back to claw;

the gull is complete,

and ready to fly

into the yonder blue sky.

So, what day is it? (Haiku) #NationalPoetryDay

So, what day is it?

National Poetry Day!

So, write a poem.

Care – Acrostic

Care

About

Rare

Earth.

Beehive Behaviour

“Children, children, children, children,

children, children, chil—‘ said the Queen bee.

‘What on earth is going on this morning?

I made up your sandwiches, filled you all a flask, and all I ask is a little peace and quiet – and it’s just chaos!

“It’s bedlam!” cried the Queen bee/

“Well, ma’am…” said one particularly brave worker bee, “it’s our beehive, you see.”

“And what is wrong with the beehive?”

“Well… it seems to be perched upon the top of somebody’s head!”