Category Archives: Poem of the Day
‘Autumn Elegy’ by Monty Edwards
Leave a commentAutumn Elegy
Autumn leaves come tumbling down:
Orange, yellow, shades of brown;
Sun-dried, shaken, lost their grip:
Sailing breeze-borne like a ship;
Tossing, tacking, left and right:
Unpredictable their flight;
Watch them wander down the street,
Where in huddled heaps they meet;
Left behind their mother tree:
Weeping still as each floats free.
Monty Edwards
‘Pirate Pussy’ by Ron Marsh
Leave a commentPIRATE PUSSY
There was a pirate pussy cat
Who sailed the Spanish Main,
His ship it wore a pirate flag
In hail,or sun or rain.
And when he caught a galleon
As buccaneers will do,
He took up all the gems and gold
And cast away the crew.
Then when he sailed back into port,
With his ill-gotten prize,
He threw a great big party
with cakes and sweets and pies.
This pirate’s name was Blacky Patch,
He had white feet and tail to match.
He ruled his crew,as hard as nails,
And did not spare the nine ‘o’ tails.
One day the King’s fine sailing ships
Caught up with Blackie Patch.
The fired their guns while on the run,
And Blackie’s were no match.
His ship went down and all were drowned,
The pirates were dispatched.
–
Ron Marsh is 79 years old and has just taken up writing poetry
‘Twelve Thousand CC’s’ by Margaret Pearce
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TWELVE THOUSAND C.C.’S
He was a macho man
With speed man dreams.
He darned his leathers
With barbed wire seams.
He parted his beard
On the outside lane
And cleaned his teeth
With the sprocket chain
He lusted for the bike
Of his speed man dreams.
Double carbarettors
And twelve thousand c.c’s
He’d pay without woe
He needed his butt
On a bike with go
On an engine with gut.
For that ultimate thrill
With death defying skill
Double carbarettors
And twelve thousand c.c.’s
Busted and ageing,
The biker kept raging
The oil kept seeping
And his life blood leaking.
‘I possessed the machine’
Gasped the macho man
‘With the speedy routine.
‘I don’t give a damn
My bike and I
With death defying skill
Will ride hell’s roads
For that ultimate thrill.’
–
Margaret Pearce
‘When the Parrot was Silent’ by J.R. Poulter
Leave a commentWhen the Parrot was Silent. by J.R.Poulter
“Twitter, twitter”, said the birds,
Perched outside upon a ledge,
“The wizard’s conjuring with words,
Some are wise and some absurd.
Tell us parrot what you’ve heard?”
Parrot, on his perch all day,
Hadn’t very much to say
But was noisy anyhow.
Parrot made a frightful row!
Showed off to his birdie friends.
Till the wizard hit wits END!
Parrot through the cage bars peaked,
Saw the wizard’s wand go, “TWEAK!”
Opened wide his beak to SQUAWK,
Found he could no longer talk!
Moral is, when wizards speak,
Wise birds seek but to be taught,
Say not a word unless it’s sought…
‘The knitters’ club’ by Jeanie Axton
Leave a commentThe knitters’ club
Eight year olds
With needles in hand
Wool under arms
A little craft band
Sit in a circle
At lunch break
On the oval
Life is great
This craft of old
It will never die
With these mini grannies
Knitting on high.
’Wish for wings’ by Stephanie Boase
Leave a commentWish for wings
Oh, little bird
Sitting in the tree,
Why do you sit there
Looking at me?
The sun is shining
The air is clear.
Is that another bird’s
Song you hear?
You cock your head
And listen with care.
Then flutter away,
Soft wings, on air.
I wish that I
had wings like you
To glide on the breeze
Through the sky so blue.
’Family photo’ by Stephanie Boase
Leave a commentFamily photo
Brush your teeth
Comb your hair
Dress up smart
To look the part
Gather together
Re-arrange
Bunch up tight
Now, move apart
Pick up the children
Brush off the dirt
Everyone still…
This won’t hurt.
Oh no,
Here comes a sneeze!
Look at the camera
‘Smiling please.’
Camera
Flash
Toilet dash
‘Dinner time!’
Adults chime.
Just one more
CLICK
“That’s a take!”
All the children celebrate.
Lolly bribes have worked a treat.
Now,
Let’s all go out to eat!
Possums in the Veggie Patch by Stephanie Boase
Leave a commentPossums in the Veggie Patch
Possums in the veggie patch!
Stealing radishes at night.
Pulling off the leaves
Munching with all their might.
They didn’t like the basil much
But picked a leaf or two,
Nibbled juicy lettuce leaves,
Then found the radishes to chew.
They must have sent a message out
For friends to come around
And share the tasty radishes
They’d fortunately found.
A radish-feasting possum party
Held at this address!
You’d think they’d clean up afterwards
And not leave such a mess!
–
Stephanie Boase
‘Pots and Pans’ by Louise McCarthy
Leave a commentPots and Pans
In the oldest part of Bygone Town,
You’ll find the restaurant “Pots and Pans.”
It says on the sign above the door:
“Established 1654.”
Staff and owners you won’t see,
And that’s the strangest mystery,
At the restaurant namely: “Pots and Pans”
A business that three centuries spans.
Pots and pans,
Pans and pots,
Lots of pans,
And lots of pots.
Bubbling, boiling,
Bristling, broiling,
Frying, cooking,
Sizzling hot.
Pressures building,
Lids are lifting,
Steam escaping to the air.
Fragrant, fruity, aromatic.
Tempting and inviting.
Knives and forks,
Spoons and splayds,
Saucers, plates and bowls.
Cups and glasses, tall carafes-
Upon oak tables fall.
Flickering flames from candle glow
Casting light on bluestone walls,
Show portraits of the owners gone –
Overseeing work goes on.
Kettle whistles loud and frantic:
Restaurant’s open!
Come on in!
Come on in everyone!
Come and get it! Dinner’s done!
Soups and pies,
Casseroles,
Puddings, flans and that’s not all.
Tea and coffee,
Milk and honey.
The cost is just one crown in money.
Concealed by masks and hooded cloaks
Are ghosts that keep the past awake –
Serving food to present folks
Of whom they won’t forsake.
A warm and homely atmosphere,
Engaging conversations,
Happy, merry, full of cheer;
These – the magic incantations.
“Pots and Pans”- three centuries old.
No – the owners never sold.
It is a favourite haunt of mine
A charming place – where I love to dine.