Down in the smoke in Berkeley Square –
Sans nightingale, at J Walter T –
Then the Prince of Wales -they took me there
To see the famed Sweet Charity.
Category: Creativity
Rubbish
He was on Her Majesty’s secret service
moving from door to door
some thought a tax collector
or collecting money for the poor
What of this double o trained to kill?
Undercover, trenchcoat, flat top hat
not just an unpaid council bill
much more important than that
What then was this dangerous, secret mission?
he was checking waste bins from JM’s kitchen
For TR’s poetry comp
October poetry competition: Charity
BillStruth! Yet more evidence that the world is bonkers. I won a poetry competition.
Nevertheless, this is one of the happiest days of my life.
The theme for the next competition is Charity. You can interpret that any way you want. All styles, formats, lengths are acceptable. There’s just one little add-on.
I’m pinching an idea from Ferret (wherefore art thou, Ferret?). In a previous creative comp he wanted participants to include a song title in their story. To win this month’s poetry competition your poem should include the title of a film. It would be nice if the movie were well-known and not an obscure art house project. Extra points if the title fits into the story of the poem.
Closing date- Midnight on Tuesday October 23rd.
Do I have to decide?
OK, I suppose I must. The four lovelorn souls who dared to reveal their pain for the sake of the Chariot Cup all did themselves proud. Lots of passion and pathos, as required, and four very different love-objects: Soutie’s Kadett, JM’s Lulworth, Arrers’ Muse and JW’s Lilian. So many lines to savour and rhythms to tap to.
But needs must. Thank you again to all the poets but……………. Continue reading “Do I have to decide?”
Photo Competition #32 – Hidden Nature
Cherished fellow charioteers are not required to read the post, the title says it all.
But I do have a light at the end of my long driveway, it’s a “low wattage” light of course (sorry could not let that pass). Continue reading “Photo Competition #32 – Hidden Nature”
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)”
Muse
My Muse is gone, she upped and left
Quite suddenly one day.
Thoughts had flowed from mind to page
But now I’m just bereft.
Summers of love
Bravo’s pop-dates-post reminded me of this. It was BIG in August 1967 and continued to be the iconic music for the summers of love.
PS If you are moved to tears, why not write a pome about your lost love? https://charioteers.org/2012/09/02/the-next-poetry-competition-lost-love/ Continue reading “Summers of love”
Lady in red
Thems were the times my mate
Way back in eighty eight
Just you and me, footloose and fancy free
We’d go wher’er we felt
No need to tighten belts
The two of us, no need to catch a bus Continue reading “Lady in red”
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””
Boadicea's Chariot 
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