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Did I Miss it? Did I? #NationalPoetryDay2020, #ShareAPoem,

Did I miss it? Did I?

I had it in my diary – honest!

Has been looking forwards to it for ages.

Had even cleared a few pages

upon which to write a poem.

And, now, today,

I heard someone say

that it had been a good ‘un,

a great day,

a poetical feast in such a way.

And I thought to myself,

what a shame,

if only I could have had a poem

written, by me, to my name.

Maybe next year.

I’ll make a note now,

and start a poem today…

if I only knew how.

Well, that was fun. #NationalPoetryDay2020, #ShareAPoem,

Well, that was fun.

I enjoyed every second.

It was better than I had reckoned

it would be.

The minutes, though,

they were pretty lousy,

spouting all manner of rubbish,

shrubbish words upon a page,

almost a momento to the age,

until silence rains once more.

Is it over yet? #NationalPoetryDay2020, #ShareAPoem,

Is it over yet?

Have you done?

Have all you poets

finished rhyming scone with gone,

or scone with bone?

Has there been an outpouring of rhythms and rhymes,

(excessive at times)

and a plethora of similes and metaphors,

newly minted, never heard befores?

Also, have you poets taken liberties

with your language?

I bet you have.

It’s what you do.

I ask again…

Have you done?


Good. I’m off to eat a toasted scun.

So, how goes the writing of poems / the doodling in margins? #NationalPoetryDay2020, #ShareAPoem,

So, class, it’s been a long while

(or a very short eternity)

since I left you

doodling in margins.

Have you managed a rhyme, yet?

No rush, take your time,

it’s not as if anybody’s life depended on it.

To be honest

(as a poet rarely is),

your words,

when put on a page,

will be looked upon maybe six

or seven times

before being looked upon

no more.

This is the way of Poetry –

with very few exceptions.

So, if you have just written the twenty-first century’s equivalent

of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner,


or Ozymandias,

then all is well

and good.

If, like me,

you have been doodling in margins…

well, doodling is creative…

… isn’t it?

Well, National Poetry Day is well under way. #NationalPoetryDay2020, #ShareAPoem,

Well, National Poetry Day

is well under way,

I’ve written a poem,

and bitten a dray…

no, that’s a type of cart,

I didn’t do that, though that’s what I did say.

I must have bitten something else instead;

but, what it was

has gone right out of my head.

Anyway, as I say,

National Puberty Day

is well under way,

and I wrote a poem poem or two,

as I had nothing to say.

You might have seen my words in print,

or perused my back catalogue,

if you had a spare mint;

though I should be most surprised,

if you thought my words worthy,

my poems of mirth,

It took me but minutes

for my poems to birth.

And, so I set them free,

upon an unsuspecting nation;

not too many, nor too few,

but in an exactly calculated ration

(pronounced ray-shun).

They are probably still out there somewhere,

buzzing around like bees,

flying through the air

like an airman easily grates the breeze;

landing on unsuspecting fruit,

and stopping for a while,

making flowers cogitate,

and fauna for to smile.

They might come back

and visit me,

the one who gave them breath,

or they might just fade and turn to dust,

when they find their literal death.

On this Day, Write a Poem, I shall. #NationalPoetryDay, #ShareAPoem, #2

On this day,

of all days,

I feel that I should

write a poem.

Nothing special,

of course,

just a run of the mill,


tuppenny ha’penny one,

that will fill the gap

that would be there

if I didn’t.

And, if I didn’t

write a poem,

to fill that gap,

then I wouldn’t be able

to call myself a…


Or, a poet.


I have super vision – #ShareAPoem #NationalPoetryDay #1

I have super vision

Yes, my vision is super –

I am watched over all of the time,

by a person, known in rhyme,

as my super visor, Igor.

He likes to climb mountains,

his favourite…?

Of course, it’s the Eiger.

And, whilst we are mentioning mountains,

let us not forget


that there are also fountains in the world.

Just one letter can make a difference

between a sock

and a hard place.