A lazy poet?
But the tax returns are done
Sounds a fair balance
A ‘proper’ poem tomorrow, no time tonight (got to catch up with Traitors!)
(15.10.26)
Unless I have miscounted,
(As I have before),
Today I reach one thousand
Poems, no less no more.
Occasionally profound,
And sometimes simply silly,
Some good whilst others flounder,
Some rhyme whilst others refuse to.
I really ought to write one of the profound or thoughtful ones tonight, but this is what came out tonight instead…
(11.09.36)
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No time for rhyme today
and worse, no verse, at play
No, just one stanza, hardly
an extravaganza!
Busy day at church and on the road.
(02.08.26)
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I’m trying to write a simple ballad,
A form of rhyming poem,
It uses lines with four accents,
Then three to move without relent,
Mix them together, let them ferment,
And the lines will keep on flowin’.
And now I’ve reached the second stanza,
It doesn’t seem so hard,
I’m certainly glad I gave it a go,
And tried it out, just never say no,
But now I fear I’ve reached my plateau,
I’ll never replace the Bard!
I’m reading Malcolm Guite’s terrific ‘Galahad and the Grail’ at the moment, which is written in ballad form. Rather than always alternating between 4 beats and 3 beats, he mixes it up, my favourite following the above rhyme and beat pattern. Thought I’d try it out, nothing serious this time but I may come back to it.
(30.05.26)
Tonight a crisply crafted stroke
Gave satisfaction in a well
formed line, brought pleasure not in verse
but household chores, the ironing…
Between work and home there’s not been much time for writing today
(22.04.26)
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A hasty haiku
To complete a busy day
Sequence not broken
Keeping up the daily habit…
(20.04.26)
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The day is done
My time has gone
To write a rhyme
That is much long-
er than this one
I’ve run out of day…
(29.09.25)
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Driving home today,
my brain has turned to mush,
I’ll be hard pushed to say
anything that makes sense.
The Sun did not relent,
remaining loud, despite
the cloud, that meant it was
not quite as hot as thought.
I’m writing as I ought,
but nothing much profound
is found, within my head,
for me to say today.
And so I think I’ll stop
and sleep the night away.
It wasn’t as hot as we thought it might be today, but driving home from visiting family frazzled me somewhat nevertheless.
(21.06.25)
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