Poems

A Walk with The Old Man

The words could be written for Milo. Miss that old fella as much as ever.

Insecurely Confident

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Overcast, but warm

The perfect day to share

We have always enjoyed our walks together

He and I

 

No longer young

He struggles to keep up

But the trail is clear and gently rolling

 

We used to traverse the woods

Over stumps and deadfalls

Ridges and marshes

 

These days we simply stroll

Enjoying each other’s company

And the sweet musky scent of the forest

 

Soaking up the moments we have left

For he is getting no younger

I see it in the gray of his whiskers

And the hitch in his giddy-up

 

He’s always there for me

And I am always there for him

** One of the best dogs I’ve ever had…. 

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Peace and Quiet

This one is for anyone who has ever been a parent 🙂

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Get out of my sight

Just close the door

Leave me alone

I can’t take any more

I need some time

To find my feet

I need some sleep

I’m just dead beat

Why can’t you shush

Must you be so loud

Just go outside

I can’t stand the crowd

Turn off the TV

Stop your endless noise

Can’t you just find

Some quieter toys?

I’m not asking for much

Just quell the riot

Let me close my eyes

For some peace and quiet.

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And that was your P and Q for the A to Z Challenge.

Balderdash

Balderdash. Stuff and nonsense.

Some of the best examples of wordplay are in the form of nonsense verse. my kids will know my favourite is ‘The Owl and the Pussycat”. What you may not know is that this was in fact a true story, and one with a rather bitter ending. See here if you don’t believe me.

The earliest nonsense verse I remember, and one we chanted as kids, is this one:

One bright day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight,
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other,

One was blind and the other couldn’t, see
So they chose a dummy for a referee.
A blind man went to see fair play,
A dumb man went to shout “hooray!”

A paralyzed donkey passing by,
Kicked the blind man in the eye,
Knocked him through a nine inch wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all,

A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came to arrest the two dead boys,
If you don’t believe this story’s true,
Ask the blind man he saw it too!

Although I only ever knew the first verse!

Anyhoo, that’s my B for today, and my contribution to the A to Z Challenge for another day.

Second Chance at a New Year’s Resolution

It’s been a while since I was here

I apologise for this

I have every good intent to write

But I always seem to miss

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With life and stuff the days go by

And weeks, and months and years

And with it, the chance to make my mark

Aye, now that’s the root of fear

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I want to write, I really do

I love the literary flow

I hate myself for wasting time

Watching TV shows

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The time of year is no excuse

There’s no reason to be outside

The snow banks tower along my street

They make me want to hide

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Netflix is the culprit,

of that I’m truly sure

There’s always another episode

Another cliffhanger to endure

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And so we waste another night

Hypnotised by the ghostly glow

As we plow through a season-full

Of the latest must-see show

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The less I write, the more I fear

I’ll lose my sparkling wit

And then when finally I do write

I’ll sound like a blithering twit

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There’s always a good reason

For avoiding the written word

They’re all just silly excuses

From the sublime to the absurd

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The ironing pile, the washing up

The car that must be cleaned

The dog to walk, the food to cook

And yes, the flickering computer screen

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I will do more I promise you

I’ll turn over a new leaf

My New Year Resolution is

To write you twice each week

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But wait, New Year? It’s rather late

You’re two months overdue!

Well no, it’s not, if you just accept

A different worldly view

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Just yesterday on Feb 19th

A whole new year began

Thank you Chinese astrologers

For the Year of the Sheep (or Goat, or Ram)

 

Pressure

 

Slow down the ride. We want to stop

We’re sick of shooting to the top

Then plunging down and round and through

Until we don’t know what to do

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White men in a modern world

Can’t complain – Ha – that’s just absurd

The ‘privileged ones’ cannot complain

They can’t admit to feeling pain

*

Pressure always to perform

Need to fit a societal norm

Keep the pace! No slacking allowed!

Must keep up with the madding crowd

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Bread winners keep the roof overhead

And so live each waking day in dread

Of failing to achieve that distant goal

And fear the consequential blow

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That one day the one cut loose is me

And then where will the family be?

Their carefree dreams and fun and games

Dashed away, gone up in flames

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In striving to rise above the pack

We make the rods to beat our back

These first world issues are our own construct

Yet will drive too many to self-destruct

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The choice is ours to balance the score

To live with less, and value more

There’s a life to live without the haste

Slow down, step off, and leave with grace.

Video: Queen – Under Pressure (sourced from You Tube)

In celebration of A to Z 2014

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I woke up this morning to find May outside the door. I haven’t seen her for a while, so we had a nice chat and a cup of tea.

May brings with her the end of the April Fools joke that was the A to Z Challenge. I hope you’ve enjoyed following along this month. I feel I gained by stretching my writing muscles, and I’m personally pleased with some of the creations I produced. Personal faves for me were the posts I wrote as a story teller. If you didn’t catch them, there are easy links below:

F – Flamingo

H – Haggis

L – Lizard

M – Monkey

P – Praying Mantis (okay – this was a poem, but I loved writing this one)

S – Seagull

W – Wolf

Z – Zebra

So, with April behind us, I bid farewell to the Challenge. I hope you stay with me for the ride from here on out.  In celebration, I give you my Alphabet Poem.

A               Armadillo started this A to Z mirth,

                  An arsehole boss brought down to earth. (more…)