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Magic: JW’s Poetry Competition
On a bladderwracked, abandoned isle,
all swirled about with wind-blown gulls,
a wild man keeps his hut and hearth,
eschewing what he held most dear;
awash in toxic madness.
A giant monster, gnarled and raving,
marked by sun and raging winds,
bewitched beneath a pregnant moon,
and twisted like a mandrake root;
harbouring ancient sins.
Monroe
No, the other one – of ‘Doctrine’ fame. In short it allowed the good ole boys to stop other kids playing in their own backyards too close to the land of the free. And in the ’80s Sheriff Reagan and Col. Oliver North sent some help to the Contras in Nicaragua, funded by the sale of arms to Iran. And all on the hush-hush too.
The two canals
So I wonder if there’ll be some behind-the-scenes jiggery-pokery again in Nicaragua now that the pesky Chinese plan to compete with the US-controlled Panama canal by digging a new, much better one? Will the US of A bribe the poor Nicaraguans to reject the project? Has the Pres already told the Chinese to butt out? And will we ever know?
Ars gratia artis
A pome about magic
I had a boy cousin (still do, come to that)
Whose whole world was, for him, a machine.
While the rest of us played on our bikes in the sun,
He took his to pieces – and not just for fun -
Testing modifications. Would this version run?
With occasional sweets in between.
One Christmas he had an old wireless set
Which he proudly displayed on the floor.
He’d removed all the parts and dismantled its case;
Examined each valve, disconnected the base.
Then (magic!) restored ev’ry one to its place;
Switched it on and it functioned once more!
Surprise!
Looks as if she was like really pleased. But what was she saying?
June 2013 Poetry Competition.
The theme for the next poetry competition is Magic.
Any form of poetic styling is allowed as are multiple entries.
Muse magic might manifold your mindset mightily.
Closing date 24th June 2013. Midnight my time.
Start your conjuring.
Tranquility in my life
Tranquility at the roadworks.
This shows how tranquil our road is, after the gas company dug a large number of huge holes all the way down the road to replace the gas main, then left them there for a long time without any action taking place. Since the road is difficult to navigate with all the holes there, there is far less traffic, so it is very tranquil indeed! Me, grumpy? Nah!!
Tranquillity
Early morning after two days of rain and just the birds for company
Winner! May Poetry Competition
Drip or trickle …
I believe PapaG’s spontaneous, on-topic couplet was inspired by the Navy ration. It’s not clear whether he meant it as an entry, but it’s very welcome anyway. Thank you, PG.
Water
Good one, FEEG! I really liked this take on the theme, especially the rhyming combination of ‘tongue’ and ‘dung’. Classic! 
Water Oughter
A high standard from LW; clever, amusing poem, good title.
The Plumber…
A poem of the first water; concise but not caught short. I appreciate Janus taking the trouble to pen these lines when he was otherwise engaged.
The Flood
JW breaks all the rules yet again with his unique style of writing. Witty and Wacky, with a charming illustration.
Many thanks for your entries everyone.
The winning poet this month is … JW! Congratulations!
The Flood
It was raining cats and dogs and frogs and
Fearing the flood would not abate I built
A boat; And two by two my zoo took shape
Caterpillars shared room with centipedes
But man, I kept the spiders from the flies
No tigers about so no life of Pi
Gathering my flock I prepared to sail
Then the heavens closed to bring sunshine
Thank God for that as I am no Noah
The animals are all female, probably
And it would be the end of humanity
Photo Winner
Congratulations to Soutie for
The Vegetable Seller
Poetry Winner
Congratulations to The Royalist for
The Flood
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