14 April 2011

Century

Gong! It always starts with a noise.
A massive clatter to let people know
That there is a new kind of poise.
The seed has a new ground to sow.
Ever ongoing is the licence to shout
When novelty has come about
And shown it's embryonic face.

A massive clatter to let people know
Recreates the humble beginnings
Of all that effort you carry in tow.
All that aspiration for all those winnings,
Must account for some currency.
Now the thing has a sense of urgency,
Now begins the good race.

That there, is a new kind of poise
Since we can't keep repeating.
To keep the attention of young boys,
You need to sow what your reaping
And recreate that old hat
To appease the spoiled brat.
Never look back at the trace.

The seed has a new ground to sow
But will the plant look much the same?
Are all the eyes down below
Still attentive to this little game?
It's become more than recreational
They all need to be co-operational
And give you a fat embrace.

Ever ongoing is the licence to shout
And moan about the ongoing chore
But not everyone knows what it's about
Since it's lost in ancient folklore.
As long as you keep your head on
Look at the track you need to stay on
And just watch this space.

When novelty has come about
And replaced with a stale taste,
Then get your plans and make a rout. 
This has not been a waste!
Just look at what has been done
All those obstacles that are gone
And have been folded into a case.

And show it's embryonic face
You remember why you started
When you go back to the birthplace.
When plan and action departed
All of it began to happen
No longer imagined
And just watch this space.

13 April 2011

Limerick No. 14

Can you have too much to drink?
Can a fart have a too intense stink?
Maybe so,
I don't know,
If you follow a thought of do before think.

12 April 2011

Rain

When it rains everyday
The sun comes as a surprise.
The clouds simply speak
Of a story veiled behind themselves.

Life can be a little ashtray
With a unhealthy nicotine treatise.
A cough for every freak
Is stored on all cancer shelves.

When it rains everyday
The sun comes as a surprise.
When pains go away
That's where hope lies.

11 April 2011

Clerihew IV

Clive Staples Lewis
Suffered a few bruises.
Some from the greatest of wars,
And others from the greatest of bores.

Light

A hall where my sole company is an echo.
The black is a very comforting home.
My thoughts, from myself only, I can borrow
Produce a slightly one-sided tome.

Far off there is a little light for hope,
Perhaps the end of a tunnel?
Actually just a star. No help to cope
With a endless funnel.

And then there is a light!

Limerick (Not really) No. 13

Thirteen is a number, apparently unlucky.
On the thirteenth a man found some bucky,
When found on the ground
Hardly making a sound,
Luck had little to do with the error of the rookie.

Quote

Who would write that
One amazing one-liner!
The one that could be
The evr'lasting old-timer.

The chance to bat
Your name into history.
A quote that they see
A name with that belongs to me.

Morning

Two in the morning,
She was sitting alone.
Three in the morning,
She was cold to the bone.
Four in the morning,
She lay down on the stone.
Five in the morning,
The last breath was gone.

Diddle Widdle

Time to write a rhyme.
Too lame to bestow fame.
But fine for a wee chime.
Very much the same game,
As other days forays.

5 April 2011

A Poem

Who could possible try
To imitate Stephen Fry?
(This is not quite a clerihew
But for my purposes will do.
I'm trying to stay up to date
With my poem quest and rate.
Since once this is done I'll have
Succeeded against a surmounting wave.
The rhyme and rhythm is a little off,
But hey, I'm not a poetic toff.
I can't really keep the syllables right
And my diction is entirely tight.)
Who could possible try
To imitate Stephen Fry?