Land of Hope and Glory - Marcel Le Clerc
This...
This is England
land of hope
and glory
3 years on from that semi-final and this time
this time
it'll be a different story
The planets have aligned
It's written in the stars
We gave the world the beautiful game
Now's the time to take back what is rightfully ours.
Kane is gonna score
The three lions are going to roar
We're going to beat the unbeatable
Defeat the undefeatable
Achieve...
The unachievable
Become kings of the game once more...
This….
is England
land of hope -
and glory
COME ON ENGLAND !!
Marcel Le Clerc
Image : Pixabay - dimitrisvetsikas1969
See Marcel read the World Cup version here on Youtube.
Labels:
Hope,
Marcel Le Clerc,
Poem,
Sport
Pain: A Sonnet - Kathy Figueroa
Ah Pain! Thou intruder!
With footsteps across my skull resounding
Could your presence be any ruder?!
My scalp’s a drum that someone’s pounding!
From whence you came? Why torment me?
Please depart, I implore!
Why dost thou not leave me be
And upon my visage stop declaring war?
To halt your conquest of my nose and jaw
I gird for battle with vitamin C and zinc
My nerves are now frayed and raw
As I reach for yet another hot drink
Pain, in this fight I strive for your defeat
And hope this intrusion won’t repeat
Kathy Figueroa
Image : Pixabay - geralt
Daffodils - Tony Gardner
I wandered lonely as a cloud
In search of golden Daffodils
I rambled through the freezing cold
Over lonely Dales and Hills:
I rambled where the rivers run
I didn't spot a single one
....................................................
This morning on my couch I lay
And now my heart with pleasure fills
Sun-shiny flowers in the vase
A host of golden daffodils
I found them not on Hill or Down
But at Sainsburys in town
Tony Gardner(with apologies to Mr Wordsworth)
Image : Pixabay - JillWellington
Labels:
Flowers,
Poem,
Spring,
Tony Gardner
Social ? Media - Ian Renouf-Watkins
She ghosted me man, ‘like’ totally cut me off
He posted me girl, ‘like’ totally in the buff
Influencers tend to their mindless herds
‘Random’ and senseless as utter turds
Swiping a screen has become such a habit
Thumbs get more sex than an average rabbit
Instant answers even when wrong
Like prefab intelligence very soon gone
Vocabulary is ‘so like’ mmm, ‘so not’ good
That congenital idiots appear understood
Messaging via an ‘app’ is apparently talking
And straightforward dialogue totally insulting
Feminism has been replaced in a makeover
Pictured powdered girls pouting moreover
Trying so hard to look ‘so’ just perfect
Going too far and ‘like’ losing self-respect
Hairless air-brushed bodies presented
Girls and boys ‘so’ mentally stunted
Swipe left for no and ‘like’ right for yes
It’s hardly surprising they’re a total mess
Turn off the phone then ‘like’ leave it alone
Surgically extract it from your hand bones
Look up not down and perhaps be totally cool
And don’t get run over on the way to f’ing school
Ian Renouf-Watkins
Image : Pixabay - Firmbee
Soldier Of Fortune - Lyndon Queripel
He was a soldier of fortune
In the year of our Lord
When he discovered the pen
Was mightier than the sword
He was a soldier of fortune
In the army of the Word
Where everything that’s said
Has been over heard
He was a soldier of fortune
In the World of the Third
Where training will be given
But experience is preferred.
Lyndon Queripel
Image : Pixabay - RichardsDrawings
Outsiders - Stephen A. Roberts
This used to be a sea of only white and green
Daffodils were rarely ever seen
Now here they are with their yellow heads
Muscling in on our flower beds
Bobbing in our own sea breeze
Luring in and tricking our bees
As a crocus I’m incensed
That they’re soaking up our nutrients
Where are they from, and why are they here
It’s a blooming existential fear
I s'pose there’s room for them too; flowering in between
They add a welcome variety to the local scene
It’s no great disaster - as others have foretold
Just a lovely harmony of green, white and gold
Stephen A. Roberts
Image : Pixabay - MabelAmber/TanteTati
Labels:
Fear,
Poem,
Progress,
Society,
Stephen A. Roberts
Bread & Dripping - Joan Etoile
When I was young, food was an essential not a luxury
With Occupation memories we looked forward to our tea
We'd quietly put away our hula hoops and stop our skipping
Then head into the parlour for some tasty bread and dripping
Renoir voyaged to the Isle of Guernsey in 1883
Painting rounded nudes down beside the sea
When he’d captured all those fleshy scenes of skinny dipping
I imagine he’d head off home for some well-earned ...
The intrigue of Versailles got sexed up on prime-time TV
Imagining the shenanigans in the court of Louis X one V
But when they finished with all that bodice-ripping
I like to think they’d round it off with some ...
In seedy old London Town, murderers added to the degradation
Though they perpetrated foul deeds, there’s no insinuation
That Jack the Ripper, or notorious poisoner evil Dr Crippen
Turned their chopped up victims into human...
The moptop Beatles wowed the screaming 60s crowds
With their modern look and guitars playing so loud
I’m sure that when they weren’t gigging or day tripping
John would make them all some lovely ...
The film Where Eagles Dare, set in World War Two
Features Nazis, traitors and snowy mountains too
During the cable car scene, every time so gripping
I find myself reaching for an extra slice of...
Of hellraising quartet, actors Burton, Reed and Harris
O’Toole ended up in Corsica - he’d started out in Paris
To soak up all that booze that they’d been gulping not sipping
I bet they still had room for a round of ...
So in these times of lockdown take heart from the above
Use the time for reflection about all the things you love
People, places, treasured pets and sneaky afternoon kipping
And most of all a hearty wedge of good old bread and dripping!
Joan Etoile
Image : ©Kim Connor
Labels:
Food,
History,
Joan Etoile,
Poem
Just A Note - Kathy Figueroa
Just a note to tell you, once again
How much you mean to me
And express how I appreciate
And enjoy your company
How much I crave your presence
During nights dark and cold
How wonderful it is to be with you
To have and to hold
I hope you always know I love you
Though I don’t whisper it every day
May my actions tell you more
Than my words could ever say
Kathy Figueroa
Image : Pixabay - geralt
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