Giving thanks?
It’s what they do in church innit!
Our Father in the larder
Give us our daily bread.
But thanks for what? For what we got?
For shredded wheat, for shoes on feet?
For rain or sun I understand
For life itself – the master plan;
For making babies, yeah that’s fun
So thank you God – a job well done Continue reading “Giving thanks”
My thanks to Madiba for giving me democracy
and his able successor, Thabo ~ baai baai danke
For guiding us through those difficult years
took patience and courage to allay people’s fears.
My thanks too to Jacob for steering our ship
no easy task, There could have been many a slip.
A bountiful country with employment for all
Roofs over our heads, public services on call Continue reading “Ungrateful? Not me!”
One of the problems of winning the poetry competition is racking the brain cells to come up with an interesting theme for the next one. I’m surprised no one has done a George C Scott and declined the award. But by Stanley, I suppose we all like wearing a little Laurel round our necks.
Down to business. I’m not sure if this is a duplicate (BEEP) from a past tournament but the subject is Animals. You can ode about ones you love, dislike, fear, respect, whatever. The choice is yours. I might even make a contribution myself. The only other rule is that you must include a foreign phrase in your poem. Something like dolce vita or achtung. This is just a little extra to make it harder and more interesting.
Closing date last minute of September (I forget how many days in it). Go for it- Quack, Woof, Baa, ROAR, oo-oo-at-at-at-at, Wrille.
Tocino, Bravo, the wolf cousin O Zangado
Gaz, Jazz, razzmatazz, Mrs O’s flowers in a vase
Pseu’s a snapper, Donald’s laughter, gardening matters
The poetry prize we’re all after
G’day Bearsy, Howzit S-Man, G’day Bilby
Sheona, how’s it gaun? Continue reading “We didn’t start the blogging”
It was a Saperstein grey day the aliens came to town
Needing perfect hued specimens for their outer space museum
They decided to land at William Henry Perkinville
Their saucer a porcelain magenta as they prepared to carpe-diem
As stimulus packages go, I would like to thank Christopher for reigniting the fun challenges that we set from time to time, his timely coup during February and subsequent quantitative (t)easing has done much to spark renewed activity on these pages.
The March poetry challenge was a simple one, Spring. (entries here)
I would like to thank the cast for their efforts who, in order of appearance are Janus, Low Wattage, Four-eyed English Genius and gazoopi.
There can of course only be one winner, gazoopi for his interesting take on growing old ~ Time
I leave it for ‘Gaz’ to set our next one.
🙂
Magic is in the air …
Poof!
Wow it’s a rabbit
white and twitching
pulled from a hat
well how bewitching
just like that
from a shiny black hat;
Abracadabra – blow me, a dove!
well Lord above
there’s five of ’em
and one large white glove,
five a flutter, winging high,
feathers floating from the sky,
birds in the waistcoat, birds up the sleeve,
It’s bloody magic
I believe.
Who’ll sit atop your bonfire this eve?
The current trend would you believe
Is someone famous, an effigy
A simple guy is, oh so passé
Celebrities and politicians
Royalty or sports officials
Dead or alive, it matters not
Light the fire, with them on top
But who to choose I hear you ask
Its really not an onerous task
A kiddie fiddler ought to do
Jimmy Saville or one of the other two
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.
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”
Boadicea's Chariot 
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