Category: Competition

Lillian (I could change the world)

It was the bleakest day of the blackest hue
The day you broke my heart in two
You were the fish I couldn’t catch
The fates decried we were not a match Continue reading “Lillian (I could change the world)”

Another British triumph or two

Andy Murray

Never one to make viewing easy, our cherished North Briton dragged us through his highs and lows with the skills of a Proms conductor. It was descant and bass in quick succession and we were poised to disown him again, as his friend Novak seemed to be taking charge. But no, his Caledonian courage saw him through.

Meanwhile, our other provincial hero, young Rory, gave another masterclass to his rivals and must soon decide where his allegiancies lie for Rio 2016. Will the green be his colour as well as his arena?

Still life is a bowl of cherries

Usually I don’t enter the photo competitions. Simply because it is dangerous to cut about with a camera in my neck of the woods for a variety of reasons. Once a man goes beyond a certain age he is looked on as suspect when he starts taking snaps outdoors. Vigilante bands with pitchforks appear out of nowhere. Another basis for not photographing is the danger of catching a crime being committed in the background of your shot. This can annoy the criminal no end. They have been known on occasion to drop the plasma and attack the amateur paparazzi because a set of lens have been in the wrong place at the wrong time. As I treasure my skin I tend not to photograph in the neighbourhood.

This still life has still got some life in it.

Continue reading “Still life is a bowl of cherries”

The next poetry competition – “Lost love”

He’s always referred to as ‘Alfred, Lord Tennyson’  – I don’t know why. (‘Sebastian, Lord Coe’? Naeh, it doesn’t sound right. But I digress. This is a post about pomes, not poetry in motion.) Alfred is an easy poet to enjoy, not just for his aphorisms, but for his metre too – like these: Continue reading “The next poetry competition – “Lost love””

August Poetry Competition – and the winner is…..

A fine turn out from the usual suspects plus a few.

A lightning fast entry from Janus 1 in the style of that music hall favorite “Albert and the Lion”
Followed by modern pieces by Araminta
and Pseudonym
Then a sparse and thoughtful piece by Janus 2.
Then on the final day, two Caledonian entries.
Another “Albert” from John Mackie
And with barely hours to spare a visit to France by The Royalist

All really good reads, clearly a lot of well remembered holiday times and subsequently awfully tough to choose just one winner. However, I do like my pomes to rhyme so let’s start with focusing on the two “Alberts “ and “When in France”. I really also do like “Albert” so lets limit ourselves to those two entries.
Both rocked along and were perfectly constructed and rhymed, but I will award the prize to Janus 1 and “Holiday Pome” winner by the barest nose of the ‘orses ‘ead ‘andle.

For the avoidance of doubt the decision was not determined by the double (bash)ing of Mr. Mackie.

A good one Janus, I liked it very well.

Any more for the roundabout?

Totally non contentious post. No other mention of Norway, Roma or cricket.

I did watch some of the Republican National Convention last night, I thought for a moment I had stumbled on “America’s got talent” by mistake. The last man to think that the Presidential election is NOT a popularity contest was Richard Nixon and look what happened to him.

We have four entries for the poetry comp. (from three regular contributors) nothing yet from the Dream Team, but there are a full twelve hours left to enter (even allowing a full thirty minutes for uploading and formatting).

All aboard!