The explosions of colour and vitality in this lovely spring poem are truly amazing Fay. I an't believe the imagery you have created with your words. Loved the whole poem but the first four lines in the second verse stood out for me.
Disco Agnes The last time I saw you I tried to ignore you But nothing quite subtle would work You postured and gloated And everyone noted You giving each bloke a quick twerk You cannot be by-passed Your skirts are worn half-mast With more than a bit on display And fellers who see you Get more than a...
It's a good explanation in its entirity. It's obvious to some, in its simplicity. Yet to others it's confusing in its complication. . That's about it....really isn't it.... Ha Ha
John Lamb's ego was grazed Mother gave him some milk because he butted her, yet he felt that one day he should seek pastures new. John felt that his was not a level playing field. He needed not a father to ram home his discipline. His father had spent his life gamboling and having extra marital rela...
I'm sorry I missed this piece first time around Karin. It is beautifully written . We just need a big plate of chips and a pint of Guinness to wash it all down..now
Wow Stella. Such a tingling piece. I never got more than ankle deep without running like mad from the cold sea. My mother would say "Nesh you are" !!! . Never really knew what it was...just that I was it.
An interesting analysis of your dream . Dreams are often at two ends of the spectrum. For instance, nightmares or visions utter delight. I'd ignore both roads at night, and make your decision in the cool light of day. Enjoyed.
I'm in the same ball park Tom, and my childhood was just the same. God knows where we are all heading these days, because I don't. Such simple pleasures, beautifully portrayed. You may not have been snotty, but at least your sleeves were.
'The Worlds local bank' is now living abroad Says the critic they call 'Mutton Jeff' Bankers poor bonuses tripled and soared And 'The listening bank' has gone deaf 'Fluent in finance' the bankers profess And if we are having it rough There's always a banker, to cause us distress 'Because Life's comp...
This piece is wonderful Tom. A journey through the past with all of its memories and mixed emotions. Such memories demand prose, as rhyme couldn't do them justice. Thanks for sharing your journey.
In 'Pudding on Sea' on the black forest coast Lived a bloke that they called spotted Dick Who suffered from Sago and died of Blanc - mange And whose crumbling made him quite sick His warm apple dumplings had set him apart From the Charlotte's and stale mince pies In life, he had married a Manchester...
And so to bed my darling Dare I anticipate With lust and pure excitement Your massive loss of weight You haven't cut down eating Or counted calories Yet still your weight's depleting By fairly large degrees You used your toe nail clippers And round you in small mounds collected in your slippers They...
Such a beautiful poem full of special memories and emotions. I can feel how much this means to you Ken. They say the best pieces come from the heart. Thanks for sharing this.
It took me three hours to read this, as I had to shuffle off for for three pee's and a constipation tablet . I'm just going to put some brylcreem on my last hair. Much Enjoyed.
As I looked into your teeth The memories flooded back The love we had Our teeth were bad With tartar and some plaque We met at Dentist surgery With mutual attraction They took a cast I went in last And had a big extraction Our gingivitis conquered all Our red and angry gums Cause breath to reek Each...
Loved the medal...thanks a lot It made my day..it hit the spot I'll keep it safe my whole life long Please tell my folks I won a gong As sadly I shall not be there You'll see and feel me everywhere You carved my name on granite stone and rendered me to ash and bone I fought for freedom and for you T...
Don't smack the children you cruel heartless cad For smacking the children shall make them feel sad Discipline comes from a calm gentle voice And smacking the children is such a bad choice Don't smack the children if naughty they be Or try to defy you and then disagree Don't smack the children who t...
I still post there every now and then, although I have become very disillusioned with Poetfreak. I don't think that the site has anything to do with poetry any more. There seems to be a culture of setting up alias/ghost accounts, and insulting and berating fellow poets. Many of the comments have not...
A man who logic oft defied Made boiled eggs he grilled not fried And for the Scots he later built A scotch egg with a tartan kilt From needles he removed the eyes And sewed them on to stale pork pies And thus, unto the pies delight Restored the gift of perfect sight And on each clock he never failed...
A poet rinsed his words through And in-to good order put He dried them and he checked them So the reader wouldn't tut He folded them so neatly And so clean they wouldn't tend Too really tell a story Or in any way...offend Then he had a feeling That they could be misconstrued And worried so completel...
Happy birthday dear Karin. Happy birthday to you.........I'm not good at tunes, Karin but you get the Gist. Have a great day . It's so near to Christmas, you might get double presents . xx
A sad, powerful and poignant piece that is beautifully written for your friend. Surgical intervention can leave us praying, but disappointed. Sorry for your loss. xxxxx