February - Stephen A. Roberts

Dry January is rewarded 
with pancakes and Valentines; 
In leap years or other times. 
So should it be  
twenty-eight words or twenty-nine; 
In my February rhyme?

Stephen A. Roberts


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A Little Knowledge Is A Dangerous Thing - Lyndon Queripel

Do you know where we are
Can you count every star
With your naked eye
Do you know the way to go
Can you stop the acid rain
Falling from the red sky
Do you know if it’s a dream
A white vision of light
Or a flight of fantasy
Do you know the key
Is this life a mystery
A soul dance with destiny.

Lyndon Queripel

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A Mr E - Stephen Rowe

A reminder of an actual event whereby I knew someone as the former until it was the latter.


I thought he was a Mystery
Until one day it dawned on me
It may be Mr E

Stephen Rowe

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The Word-Hoard - Oscar Milde

Sup er cali fragil istic expi ali docious

The lyric really is correct, that word is quite atrocious.
Instead of writing tongue-twisters verging on absurd,
they should have used the letters to make hordes of shorter words …

delicious, superficial, supper, sausage, lips and luscious,
expedite, accept, except, sparse, copious and perspex
or saucer, soup, sex or speed, expose, excite, explode …

I could continue
but I’m bored.
Sit down and list your own Word-Hoard.


Oscar Milde

Off Colour - Lyndon Queripel

That’s a black mark against you
So just imagine if you can
I saw red when you said
I should play the white man

There’s a yellow streak down your back
That runs weak through your soul
It makes no difference if the moon
Is blue or if it is whole

There’s a green flash in the night sky
A  U.F.O. comes in to view
Would you welcome an alien
Or is that a grey area for you ?

Lyndon Queripel

Colour Blind (Racism is not just a black and white issue) - Lyndon Queripel

You could be a Gentile
Or you could be a Jew
An immigrant alien
In a country that is new
You could be a member
Of a tribe called the Sioux
You could be a mirror
For others to look through
The sun could turn you brown
It might burn you red too
A fever turns you yellow
The cold might turn you blue
Your face could be deathly white
If a ghost blurred your view
You could have green fingers
Go through a purple patch or two
And think you’re in the pink
Till clouds of grey cover you
You could be an orphan
Where fields never grew
Because of Agent Orange
With your future overdue
You could be a refugee
With no home to go to
Wandering the wasteland
Where the winds of war blew
You could be one of many
Or one of an ethnic few
At rest in your own nest
When in the cuckoo flew
You could hear the daily news
Is it propaganda, is it true
Is there a Big Brother plot
A conspiracy you never knew
Is there a secret robot army
An underground Babylon zoo
Are you waiting for answers
At the back of the queue
Or in the middle of a riddle
While rumours continue
Your mood could turn black
Leaving you without a clue
Caught up in a riot race
What then would you do ?

Lyndon Queripel

Finders Keepers - Lyndon Queripel

I found an old map of gold
That my greed could claim
Looking closely at the deed
I was able to read my name
But the last part was missing
It was a crying shame

Finders keepers, losers weepers game

I found a coat of colours
Lying in the midday mud
The buttons shone like diamonds
But it had a broken stud
So I tried it on for size
But the pockets were full of blood

Finders keepers, left after the flood

I found a box of silver
In a cellar of cold stone
I started to count my blessings
When the wind began to moan
It slammed the door so fast
Was locked in all alone

Finders keepers, misfortune unknown.

Lyndon Queripel

Time Out - Lyndon Queripel

I say the World can't come to an end today
It's already tomorrow in another part anyway.

Lyndon Queripel

A Time Of The Signs - Lyndon Queripel

As I looked out this Monday morning
The birds were coughing on the wires
The sky bled and the smog was red
With the Sun almost breaking through
Yawning, I heard the sirens warning
Today there would be no coal fires
Again there was a pain in my head
I knew my prescription was overdue

A newsflash late on the State radio
Said that California was on the slide
The mystery of history held no clues
And the weather wasn't altogether fair
The clock was slow and so I had to go
Outside to ride on the rush hour tide
Elevated, escalated and calculated queues
A free for all to share in the stale air

Well I don't know but I've been told
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
The meek shall inherit the Earth
And that patience is indeed a virtue
But when a distant love grows cold
A fond heart will often wander
And incidentally for what it's worth
There's a "No Waiting" sign next to you.

Lyndon Queripel

Of Charming Monsters - Chris Hudson

Who am I?
I am the sun that shines on everyone
Lights you up from tip to toe
Tell you things, perhaps
You’d rather not know.

Who am I?
I am the water’s flow
The rivers, rain and sea
All things come together
And mingle in me
Life giving waters, soul so blue
You come to me and make me
I understand and come to you
Gently, quietly, whispering your name

Who am I?
All four corners meet in me
I’m not chained but neither am I free
My number is two which makes up three
Who am I? Riddle-de-dee

Christopher J Hudson

Guess Who? - Hugo Russell

I am larger than a tiger
I am as furry as a kitten
But with a mouth full of daggers
And a paw full of knives.
I have the stealth of a soldier
And I am a mean, lean killing machine.
I could eat a horse or more likely a zebra.
I live in a pride.
Call me proud.
Look up to the stars
And roar out Leo.

Hugo Russell age 11