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November Poetry Competition.

OK, lets see if I can get this done before I lose my internet connection.

We are well into the season of mellow mists and fruitfulness, so it’s too late for that. There is however considerable disgruntlement about political happenings just about everywhere. In spades here because of the thankfully soon to be over presidential election and elsewhere pertaining to potential acts of northern British secession, attack dog behaviour of ex-pat. Welsh antipodean prime ministers, or even the fare dodging antics of Chancellors.

So how about “A modern Guy Fawkes” any length or scheme (but as always, extra points for rumpy pumpy)

By the time judgement day comes around (no not November 5 or 6, let’s make it November 30) at least we here in the US will be free of the pols. until January, when hopefully a freezing cold Washington inaugural may take out some of the weaklings.

October poetry winner

I’m astonished by the amount of entries in this month’s poetry competition and also by the quality. Picking a winner was a difficult task as I liked a lot of the submissions. As individuals took the time to enter I feel it polite to put the time in and respond to all the poems singularly. It was fun finding the various film titles. Remember I sit on the fence on the big issues around here so I’m not a judge. Continue reading “October poetry winner”

A few days left

Just a short reminder, as is the custom, to any charitable Charioteer poets out there that haven’t yet entered this month’s poetry competition. Closing date is midnight on Tuesday (23rd October). So far, there are four entries. Two apiece from Soutie and Janus. I’d like to thank these guys and not just for the poems. Both of them have been keeping the place ticking over during this quiet time. Gentlemen, take a bow.

Details of the rules can be found here.

Plea for charity (with movies)

I married a monster from outer space*,
She said, rattling her tin.
It seemed like a good idea at the time**.
You take the thick with the thin.
But it’s only me, whoever I am***
Standing here. I’ve parked all my brood.
So stop the world, I want to get off!****
Now help me. I’m not being rude.

*1958 **1975 ***1974 ****1966/96