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.
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.
It’s a Worry (Part the Second)
Right then. Mrs M is gallivanting around Dorset and I have been left in sole charge of Chez Mackie. Not a problem. House-sitting wise, I have always been able to nearly muddle through in a semi-convincing way.I really thought that I was getting away with it this weekend even with the added pressure of the hound.
Continue reading “It’s a Worry (Part the Second)”
What is it they say about lightning?
Another invitation – lovely. For lunch this time. But the venue? Jamie’s Italian in Covent Garden. Ssshh, don’t say anything!
All together now
Excelsior
Since nobody else seems to be drawing it to our collective attention, I would like to point out that the Chariot is about to roll by 300,000 ‘hits’ on its well-oiled wheels of enjoyable communal blogging.
Congratulations and thanks as always to Boadicea and Bearsy for providing the vehicle and, in harness with Soutie, steering it so well. Continue reading “Excelsior”
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?”
A Horrible Tea Tale for Sheona.
It happened when I had the heritage place in upper Carmarthenshire.
There was a strange face in the bar one night, but with a bunch of farmers , I was busy and never got to speak to him except a quick hello. He looked pretty unkempt, but then they all do if they come straight from work so thought nothing of it. When they had all gone I noticed a wallet under the table, on examination belonging to none of my regulars and assumed it belonged to the new face. I decided to return it myself as I had friends that way, or so I thought.
To cherished versifiers
It’s a wet and chilly autumn morning here in the Baltic Badlands. Perfect conditions for pining. And remember: whenever one’s heart is broken, life is always a monotone of grey (to risk coining a phrase).
So in the final hours available (24), prithee pour out your bleeding heart and vie for the cup that runneth over with literary kudos.
https://charioteers.org/2012/09/02/the-next-poetry-competition-lost-love/
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