Author: Four-eyed English Genius

Poetry comp results November 2014

Well, it is a pity there were only three entries, but they were all of the highest quality. (entries here)

Firstly, Janus’s tribute to the fallen of World War One

Secondly, Soutie’s tongue in cheek appreciation of the New South Africa.

Thirdly, PapaG’s thanks for life in general, with a bit of sub-editing from Soutie

I have to say I enjoyed reading each of them very much, and it has taken me a day of consideration to come to a decision.

By a gnat’s whatsit, because of his preferences for pooches over moggies, the winner is PapaG. Well done Sir, but I reckon you owe Soutie a beer!

I leave the Chrimbo Comp in your capable hands.

NB: Please, all you Charioteers out there, take a bit of time to try and write a poem. It does not have to be very long or very clever. Just write your thoughts down on paper.

Just a reminder……

Mrs FEEG and I will be celebrating Thanksgiving in the US of A next week and when we get home on December 3rd, I am hoping to find lots of pomes on the subject of “Giving Thanks” for judging in the Month’s Poetry Competition.

There have already been a couple of very good ones, but rather fewer than we might hope for. So, please, put on your thinking caps and start composing.

A poem for the November competition.

Thanks to Janus’s incredibly good taste, it appears I am in a position to set the theme for November’s Pome Comp.

Since Mrs FEEG and I will be visiting our son and daughter-in-law in Washington, for Thanksgiving, I think a good theme for a poem would be Giving Thanks.
Continue reading “A poem for the November competition.”

A poem for Mr Mackie!

This is a favourite theme of mine, as you may have gathered

The loneliness of the solo piper.

Oh, the bagpipes howl and the bagpipes scream
When they are massed together, they really take the cream
The sound of a band of pipe and drums
Gets the listener going and he hums

But when a piper is caught alone
The noise turns one’s heart to stone
Never was such cacophony
As makes one beg hard for mercy

So, let it always be said
Pipes and drums go to your head.
But if a feral piper alone is found
Stamp him hard into the ground!

Another of my loony tunes for the July competition

Happiness is a pint of beer

Happiness is a pint of beer
Although drinking it makes you feel queer
How can one possibly fail
To like the taste of the golden ale?

Is the glass of beer half full
As some will ask as you take a pull
Or is that glass half empty
As some of the others will imply?

The answer to that is so simple
It makes your smile show us your dimple
If you are drinking from the glass
It is half empty, since you ask.

Happiness is a pint of beer
Drinking it drives away all fear
The only time you may regret it
Is when you wake feeling very fetid!

My pome for June

Celestial bodies

Comets come and comets go
This is something we all know
Whether they start from the Kuiper Belt
Or the Oort Cloud that is right out there
They all look so spectacular
Their tails so fine as if made of hair.

The trouble is they are lumps of ice
That indeed is not so nice
When they near the Sun they give off dust
The heat of the Sun makes this a must.
Eventually they boil away
Or crash into a planet that’s in the way.

They look so fine when in the sky
But sooner or later they disappear
But until the time they boil away
They reappear at the appointed year.
The one to spot this was Edmund Halley
Who was, with Newton, so very pally