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Poem 382 – This Year

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This year I will not leap out of
a plane for charity,
nor scale a tree topped mountain summit
or swim across the sea.

I bet my debut novel still
will probably not get written,
and surely I won’t be packing theatres
with jokes and witticism.

I will not gain a medal or
some gong in the New Year’s Honours,
I plan not to feature in the news
for being some crazed wrong ‘un.

Instead my New Year’s resolution
is simply to see it through,
and on the way to write a poem
every day or two…

This year, other than getting grants for the church redevelopment, I have no special objectives or challenges planned, except the personal challenge of regularly posting poems throughout the year. Can I do one a day throughout 2025?
(01.01.25)

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Poem 362 – In Honour of Leonardo Fibonacci

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This
Is
Not a
Nonet. It is
A Fibonacci verse, in honour of
Fibonacci Day. Get it? No? Check the date –
Unless you are British not American, in which case I fear it’s nonsense!

The Fibonacci sequence is a sequence in which each number is the sun of the previous two, starting 1,1,2,3 just like today’s date (ignore the year).
(23.11.24)

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Poem 352 – The Slide

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The source of so many lessons:
Do not climb up the slope
or throw yourself from the top.
Take your go in turns
and don’t push others off.
Use your head but always
descend the slide feet first.
Make sure the way is clear
before taking flight.
Expect to be involved
in a collision if you play at the bottom.
Toy cars pushed down with force
do not have workable breaks…

It was Toddlers this morning, which always makes great people watching, especially if the smaller variety!
(13.11.24)

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Poem 312 – We Won

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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

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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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