Sometimes I’ll go a-musing
Seeking Æther’s inspiration
On paths not of my choosing
To an unknown destination.
But ‘Pride’? Some lions, a hero,
Or an anagram of di’per?
And Prejudice? (Don’t jeer, O
Muse! You know I get quite hyper.)
So back to sleep, still musing
On my quest to find a vision;
Too proud to dream of losing!
And too old to get religion.
Something for everyone this month?
The topic for your musing will be PRIDE.
All of us have been around long enough to have something of which we are proud, in my case it is mostly my longevity.
It can always go before a fall of course and those of you having a Presbyterian bent (and you know who you are) can make it as sinful as you wish, it will always end in tears.
Entries here or on a separate post and linked, by February 15 2013 midnight local time.
Extra points for R-P of course, good luck.
Our team is boring
Deep into the earth
With much effort
We drill for all we’re worth
Blood, sweat, tears
The toil is incessant
A long line coming up
It’s a wonder we’re not on antidepressants Continue reading “I’d like to teach the world to drill”
A longed-for pint, another half;
A break from endless rain.
A finished job, a grandchild’s laugh;
A car that starts again.
The Beaujolais, the Stilton’s tang;
The orange evening sea.
The days when fruits abundant hang
From every plant and tree.
A place we know, a new one too;
A gentle hill to climb.
A welcome bed, a stunning view;
A shared remembered time.
Just as the frost bound night gives way to dawn
dark silence echoes still across the tranquil lake
some early glancing sunbeams seem to wake
those placid waters as a mirrored, golden lawn,
and fleeing darkness all despond does take.
My fond, frail happiness, born so coffee hot
by morning fire of light, if not yet heat
must soon, before the waking day, retreat
and leave behind a vision which will not
until the next bright dawning e’er repeat
But I will know you when we meet again
lit only by the glowing eastern sky
before some first bird’s early morning cry
more lasting pleasure to perhaps attain
to fail perforce, but always, then to try.
Some talk of family values,
Of blood’s viscosity,
While spilling it with relish
And animosity. Continue reading “Happy, darling?”
There are poetry workshops up and down the country and there are many poetry competitions going strong- some in places you would never imagine- yet still school children are taught the metrical classics of all the usual suspects. There are a couple of little-known rhymeteers out there that should be put into the syllabus. One such poet is the daring, modern, superbly sculpted pastoral poems of Mr B Keeper. Continue reading “Underrated: B Keeper”
Backside has been singing along merrily behind me, as we review the tasty fare served up by our cherished lyricists. While shepherds watched, Away in a manger, In dulci jubilo, Deck the halls, O tannenbaum and Ding dong merrily – they are all here, boasting their roasts and sprouting nicely. And what chucklesome lines to savour too! Continue reading “And the Yuletide Laureate is…..”
(To the tune of the Coventry Carol)
Eheu, eheu, my little tiny sprout
Left on your frozen stalk
They’ve made the meal and left you out
Far from a festive fork
Boadicea's Chariot 
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