You’ve got to write a poem
That’s what they say
Just one worry
Better hurry
The deadline’s on Saturday
You should enter the Eisteddfod
It’ll be a bit of fun
Write the odd line
That’ll do fine
Try to get it done
But how to write a poem
Think up the clever rhyme
Make it scan
That’s the plan
I’m running out of time
Now the clock is ticking
Need some inspiration
Must be dim
Getting grim
This feeling of desperation
Suddenly it’s easy
The words just seem to flow
Line by line
Doing fine
I’m really on the go
On and on and on I write
Trying to impress
Think I’ve done it
Maybe won it
But perhaps I’m not the best
Others have been at it
Writing lots of lines
They’re really smart
Know the art
Of making better rhymes
Never mind at least I’ve tried
To do my very best
This writing game
Is hard to tame
Have I passed the test?
At last someone’s read it
Although it’s such a fudge
Had some giggles
At my squiggles
Well, you be the judge
Tony Robert
Acrostic Sonnet: The Opening of a New Real Ale Pub - Andrew Barham
Take us down to a grand and ancient pub
Hidden away on a lost avenue
Every soul consigned to Beelzebub
Bartered away for a drink grand and true
Each quaffer on his foaming pint intent
Sups mightily at perfectly hopped brew
These lads know from whence springs their deep content
Revealed only to the lord’s chosen few.
Eager drinkers of the world’s finest beer,
Alone or with friends, hie they hither here;
“Let’s drink up!” the lord of the land bellows!
All things end for the best of fellows!
Last orders all round while the night is young;
Egad! It’s all over! Last bell’s been rung!
Andrew Barham
Hidden away on a lost avenue
Every soul consigned to Beelzebub
Bartered away for a drink grand and true
Each quaffer on his foaming pint intent
Sups mightily at perfectly hopped brew
These lads know from whence springs their deep content
Revealed only to the lord’s chosen few.
Eager drinkers of the world’s finest beer,
Alone or with friends, hie they hither here;
“Let’s drink up!” the lord of the land bellows!
All things end for the best of fellows!
Last orders all round while the night is young;
Egad! It’s all over! Last bell’s been rung!
Andrew Barham
Labels:
Andrew Barham,
Celebration,
Poem
Chocolate - Kathy Figueroa
This is what I've learned today:
Chocolate chases the blues away
If tears are flowing from my eyes
I reach for chocolate, the large size
Chocolate, the food of Aztec kings
Is surely about what the sweet bird sings
A gift to mortals from the divine
Or to a lover, a valentine
It makes frayed nerves start to mend
Yes, chocolate is a woman's friend
It doesn't just put you in a good mood
It's a healthy, vitamin filled food
Chocolate makes you feel fine and regal
Let's hope they never make it illegal
Kathy Figueroa
Chocolate chases the blues away
If tears are flowing from my eyes
I reach for chocolate, the large size
Chocolate, the food of Aztec kings
Is surely about what the sweet bird sings
A gift to mortals from the divine
Or to a lover, a valentine
It makes frayed nerves start to mend
Yes, chocolate is a woman's friend
It doesn't just put you in a good mood
It's a healthy, vitamin filled food
Chocolate makes you feel fine and regal
Let's hope they never make it illegal
Kathy Figueroa
Labels:
Delight,
Kathy Figueroa,
Poem
Summer? - Jenny Hamon
What’s happened to the Summer?
It got washed away.
When can we shed our woolies
And let the sun come out to play?
We haven’t had a chance
To wear our summer clothes
Let alone the swimsuits,
Not even dipped our toes.
The longest day has passed now
The evenings will draw in.
We can forget those balmy barbeques
With our kith and kin.
An Indian summer’s possible
We do still have the time
To enjoy some lovely autumn days
When the sun finally shines.
Jenny Hamon
It got washed away.
When can we shed our woolies
And let the sun come out to play?
We haven’t had a chance
To wear our summer clothes
Let alone the swimsuits,
Not even dipped our toes.
The longest day has passed now
The evenings will draw in.
We can forget those balmy barbeques
With our kith and kin.
An Indian summer’s possible
We do still have the time
To enjoy some lovely autumn days
When the sun finally shines.
Jenny Hamon
Labels:
Jenny Hamon,
Observations,
Poem
All You Want - Tony Robert
Spectacular sunsets, moonlight and stuff
Stormy black skies when the weather’s rough
Dramatic scenes in your mind
When all you want is a cuddle
First lambs of spring, an awesome thing
Baby’s first talk, toddlers first walk
Wonderful memories in your mind
When all you want is a cuddle
Can’t seem to function
Crazy at times
Brain out to luncheon
Losing your mind
Total disorder
Wild despair
Just need to know
Somebody’s there
First light at sunrise
Start of the day
Long summer’s evenings
Sun slipping away
Beautiful days, wonderful nights
But all you want is a cuddle
Tony Robert
Stormy black skies when the weather’s rough
Dramatic scenes in your mind
When all you want is a cuddle
First lambs of spring, an awesome thing
Baby’s first talk, toddlers first walk
Wonderful memories in your mind
When all you want is a cuddle
Can’t seem to function
Crazy at times
Brain out to luncheon
Losing your mind
Total disorder
Wild despair
Just need to know
Somebody’s there
First light at sunrise
Start of the day
Long summer’s evenings
Sun slipping away
Beautiful days, wonderful nights
But all you want is a cuddle
Tony Robert
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