I have never seen
so many pregnant men
lying on the beach
roasting in the sun
I was going to write about Trump, but that was too depressing.
(06.11.24)
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Just for fun
Poem 330 – Autumn Leaves
Peas and sweetcorn in the trees,
Occasionally baked beans in between.
Goodness knows who has the reach,
But in a week or two, the plates will be clean!
A silly verse continuing the autumnal theme, which came to mind as I walked to a meeting at school this morning.
(22.10.24)
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Poem 321 – Circular Motion
I remember the cringiness
of watching parents dance.
Last night I realised
those dancers are now me.
At a party last night, I realised I’m not one of the ‘old’ people dancing…
(13.10.24)
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Poem 312 – We Won
Tonight we quizzed,
Wore bread, threw tea,
Hung necklaces
Of shoes in glee.
Tonight we cheered
And did our best,
Played games with bread,
Bemused our guests.
Tonight we made
Ourselves complete
And utter fools
With spoons and feet.
Tonight we won,
Yes everyone had fun,
And when we left
We left as one.
Tonight we enjoyed our own version of Taskmaster at church as part of our harvest celebrations. Very silly. I hope the owner of the glasses forgives me!
(04.10.24)
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Poem 308 – On Meeting Neil Hannon
Let’s get the obvious out of the way,
the biggies like thou shalt not kill,
or covert thou neighbour’s wife or ox.
(I’d like to think that surely now
we’d not equate a cow and a woman
or see them both as property).
And then there’s those that allegedly linger
Like not eating mince pies at Christmas
or providing a range to practice archery.
But what exactly is the etiquette
regarding bumping into one’s hero
in a queue for the urinals in the interval?
Is a nod of the head appropriate?
I would guess so. My quandary is,
what is our stance on autographs?
A real encounter at a Duke Special gig. None of us were knew how to respond to his presence.
(30.09.24)
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Poem 301 – Mind the Gap
Please mind the gap, tread carefully or
Risk falling through the grasping crack.
Beneath the step awaits unseen,
A doom which hides below the tracks.
You hear the scream of biting brakes,
But nothing is as it might seem.
That sound? A mighty creature’s roar,
As along the tracks it eagerly streams.
This beast that lurks unlit by light,
Over the eons has gone berserk.
And now its hand your ankle grasps,
To pull you down with just one jerk.
There’s not much time, so please act now,
Don’t hesitate, and you’ll be fine.
Don’t hang around, because you’ll find,
Upon your bones he’ll gnaw and grind!
I had a meeting in London today, and wrote this on the tube; the phrase ‘mind the gap’ demanded some form of comic verse. To be read out loud with expression!
(23.09.24)
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Poem 300 – Aaaargh!
All this jostling and bustling,
My to-do list is hustling,
Tasks shoving and pushing,
To get the first look in.
The long-term and urgent,
Are scarily convergent.
They’re shouting, demanding,
Screaming, commanding.
They’re fighting and scrapping,
Wrestling and grappling.
Practising mad tricks,
With devious tactics.
I can take it no longer,
It’s driving me bonkers.
I swear there’s no doubt,
It’s time to scream out…
‘Form an orderly queue,
All you things to do,
There’s no need to run,
I’ll get you all done.’
But the truth of the matter?
The list’s getting fatter,
And by the close of each day,
The end’s further away!
For a whole variety of reasons, September to December is always the busiest time of year for me, with one thing following hot on the heels of the previous! Experience tells me I’ll get it all done, but there are days when it feels more than a little daunting.
(22.09.24)
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Poem 292 – The Weekend
There’s nothing so sweet
As the Saturday treat
Of lying in bed
Such a lazy head!
Off to church Sunday morning
No doubt I’m still yawning
Singing songs to our maker
There’s nothing much greater
But when Monday comes
And the alarm starts to drum
And pounds in my head
Oh how I long for my bed!
A rare treat of a lie-in this morning. Much appreciated.
(14.09.24)
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Poem 275 – A Day in Haiku
Does TV beckon?
Time travel thirty-two years
Serve at the foodbank
Write a daily thought
Prepare a final goodbye
Do Toddler accounts
Cook veggie curry
Stick to a difficult no
Tidy the kitchen
Reflect on Greenbelt
Catch up with the family
Write today’s poem
It’s been a varied and busy day, not unusual in my line of work (church minister). When trying to write a poem a day, on days like this the haiku comes to the rescue. Here are four of them.
(28.08.24)
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Poem 270 – Lilian’s Boast
Last night was the night
that the storm came to town
shouting, ‘I’ll huff and I’ll puff,
and I’ll blow your tent down!’
But we weren’t deterred
by the threats that she made
we gathered here regardless
ignored her tirade.
So she huffed, and she puffed,
with all of her might,
she blew at the tent,
through all of the night,
it wibbled and wobbled
like one of mum’s jellies,
it lost all its structure
like a middle aged belly,
but every single time
that she thought she had won
it would pop right back up
to the place it’d begun!
Storm Lilian visited Greenbelt last night, with 40mph winds. The star this morning is a slow one as the site is made safe – much festival kit was not put up beforehand just in case. It’s not going to put use off though!
(23.08.24)
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Ode for the Day 