Haikus just won’t fit;
Attempts have often been made,
It’s just not their fault;
Kettles boil dry, burning out,
Upsetting the status quo.
.
Now that didn’t work
Out the way it should have done –
Two too many lines.
It’s never easy to reach
a conclusion;
and even less easy
to reach a beach,
unless you are near one,
and can travel that way.
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“Why the title?” you ask.
.
Well, gentle reader,
a poem must have a title,
or else untitled it is;
or titled ‘Untitled’
if you do desire,
written by a nun
or a non
in a choir.
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“That’s just silly!”
commented the gentle reader,
his boots all aglow.
“What is all this nonsense?”
.
Aside: ‘The gentle reader must go!’
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We met on a beach,
face to face,
toe to toe,
I offered the reader a lifeline,
it was tied to a speedboat just so.
Twice round the harbour,
once round the block,
when he returned,
I had a custard-filled sock.
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“Whack!” went the sound effect.
.
“Ow!” the reply.
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Now there was a death on the beach;
and, as to the title: that’s why.
Will: I’m off to Westward Ho! to see the stones.
Ben (SD – said with a veritable lack of enthusiasm): That sounds… exciting.
Will: It does? Good! Because I am excited by the thought.
Ben: I can’t quite see the attraction.
Will: Are you more of an Entomologist, Ben?
Ben: Beetles? I hardly think so.
Will: One or the other, Ben, one or the other.
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Tagged #Elizabethan, #nonsense, #ShakespeareAndJonson, #silly, #Stuarts, #Tudors, #WillAndBenRenaidsanceMen, Dialogue
Number One Haiku:
it needs no introduction,
and doesn’t get one.
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Number Two Haiku:
not being the first born one
leaves quite a sour taste.
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Number Three Haiku:
in the shadows of siblings
and left in that shade.
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Number Four Haiku;
a mistake, sad, unwanted,
a loner by birth.
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Number Five Haiku:
this one just doesn’t exist,
it’s an illusion.
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Number Six Haiku;
as above for Number Five,
but even more so.
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Number Seven Hai—
ku: which is where it goes wrong
as regards format,
.
and if you do want
Numbers Eight to Two Hundred…
you can write, can’t you?
Posted in Poetry
Tagged #AkiraAnno, #AnthonyHoriwitz, #nonsense, #poetry. #poem, #silly, #TheSentenceIsDeath, Haiku
Have you got time
for a rhyme?
No?
Okay, this will have to be
free
verse.
(“Call the Poetry Hearse
because trad poetry is dead!”)
I said
it would happen
and it did;
it has been found out,
wherever it had been hid.
Now there is nothing
but opening doors
that once were shut,
and gentle tides
on foreign shores;
all metaphors
and similar things
that no longer conform
to the old poetry laws.
Please comment upon these words
in syllables of no more than two thirds.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged #FreeVerse, #nonsense, #poetry. #poem, #silly, #soc, #streamofconsciousness, poet
There was a moment…
That reminds me of Rozencrantz
and Guildenstern, courtesy of Tom,
when they looked back
and saw the possibility
of a different outcome.
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Anyway – I am easily sidetracked –
the Sun came out,
and I had just set the fire to ‘Roar!’
What am I going to do with all this heat?
Soon the sweet sweat shall pour!
Posted in Poetry
Tagged #Guildenstern, #nonsense, #play, #poetry. #poem, #Rosencrantz, #silly, #Stoppard, @Shakespeare
As time moves along
I realise
that I may not
have used my moments wisely:
where is the prophet in my poetry?
Are any of my poems any good?
Has it improved my grandma?
Do I spiel-check my worlds?
Have I a decent poem in me?
Why is a squirrel?
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And other questions.
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There, 3 minutes of my life gone that I won’t get back!
A bun dance
was held every Saturday night,
and alternate Tuesdays,
Wednesdays, and Fridays.
.
Mondays were reserved for Beginners, Advanced, and Advanced Beginners;
Thursday’s for Advanced, Beginners,
and Advanced Beginners.
Sunday, being a day of rest,
and the Holiest of the Weekend days,
was given over to resting, praying,
and a non-official dance-off between
Advanced Beginners, and newly advanced
Advancers, with some open-dance spots as well for everybody else.
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‘All welcome!’ Hailed the banner.
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And all were.
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The Buns just loved to dance, and they had plenty of opportunities to do so.
Unusual (and untrue) fact about the Pintail:
the Pintail is distantly related to the Donkey.
Saturday Haiku
no different at all from…
… any other one.
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Saturday Haiku #2
.
It is the weekend!
And that begins Saturday
and ends – all too soon.
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Saturday Haiku #3
.
So, what is the plan?
Get out of that lazy bed
and paint the town green!
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Saturday Haiku #4
.
A walk with the dogs,
then hoovering the bedroom.,
then hoover the lounge.
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*Hoover is the name of a Vacuum Cleaner Manufacturing Company – I live in a Vacuum not a Hoover. Discuss.
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Saturday Haiku #5
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It’s Saturday, and…
it is like no other day –
Hurrah, Saturdays!
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