Category Archives: observation

Sarcasm

SARCASM

Sarcasm – ‘the lowest form of wit…’
Was all he had going for him
As he dished out liberally doses of
this kind of medicine

As though it was a cure-all for
his fellow compatriot’s shortcomings

Until one day he met Sarcasm
face to face
The Smackdown World Champion
equivalent
of a very sarcastic man
Caustic – very Sar-caustic

One session in the ring with
Smackdown
– and he was cured
of his own sarcastic ways

 

 

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DREAM ON

DREAM ON

He walked – head down
Staring at the ground

Watching the grasses below his feet
bending backwards and then
springing back to life
as he looked back at his trodden path

He moved on through the undergrowth
Expecting to reach his destination at
any moment
He had not been that way before

Then he awoke and had his breakfast
It had been a dream – or so it did seem

He had not been that way before
Then he awoke and had his breakfast
After the dream about awaking and having his breakfast

It had been a dream about having a dream
– or so it did seem…

THE DRIP

THE DRIP

The rain constantly dripped
from the gutter
before my very eyes

Staring – daydreaming as
I watched from the window
Watching watching watching
No record of my thoughts
The sun came out
The rain ceased

Could I keep this up?
Could I sit until the sun
had done it’s work?

Until that drip no longer dripped
And that globule – breathed it’s last

Until that oval pip of water
And it’s crystal clear invention
stopped completely

And the gutter called leak
Could no longer find a drink

Could I wait that long?

No sooner said than done
It stopped somewhere mid-thought

No time like the present!
Strong stuff this sun.

 

‘Jenga’ eating

‘JENGA’ EATING
Deftly reaching for the next piece
You know this game – one wrong move etc.
And all will tumble
Block after block removed
It’s about to crumble – yet no – hang on
It hasn’t, I live to fight another… go
We interrupt this broadcast poem-ism
To take you somewhere else,
No longer in ‘metaphor’
Do you think you can handle it?
Here goes –
Deftly reaching for the next piece
I quickly throw caution to the wind
Straight into the mouth goes the carrot cake
No turning back, no looking back
Even longingly for another piece
No other piece was had
Disaster and Triumph went hand in hand
“That’s the way to do it!”
I remember Punch or Judy say
Waistline:
Failure followed by success

 

 

Job well done – will do

JOB WELL DONE – WILL DO

Nobody’s that great
That they keep rushing back for more
More of your song – your voice – your genius
Your up in the clouds of praise
Then down in the ditch of despair
Genuine praise is always only a percentage
Take large numbers and subtract
Conclude that the small – very few
Will stick with you
For you are the grand old Duke of York
When you are up in their estimation
You are up
When you are down you are down
Best not to rise dependant on their degree
Best to rise in what you be
As you satisfy your jury of one
And hear your own – well done.

 

Memory’s Song

MEMORY’S SONG

You listen to the song
It triggers your memory’s reprise

The song of intermittent thought
going from scene to scene
You alone know what it means

You’re back there
and then
You’re back here again

Your memory has made them
glorious days
But sometimes
Take with a pinch of salt
what memory says

Nevertheless it’s good to recall
Give thanks for most – if not all
But in your youth –
(are you in your youth?)

Such travellings don’t
get a look in
‘Cause – see –
you haven’t time for them

But even you –
(what’s in it for you)
Gives way to:

A lived moment back
through your teens to
Mama’s outstretched arms
And cuddles so pure
You felt loved and secure

Maybe though –
you cannot compute?
Due to loud angry shoutings
Of an out-of-tune song
The lyric of incessant violence
Bad behaviour of the most
despicable kind
This memory song you
never want to sing

Nevertheless my friend
Find the memory that
means the most
And sing your song of
frozen-screen’s joy

Live it again
the song of back then

And see the contrast
of good and bad
But know good is…
As bad should not be…

Count blessings
God is in earshot
Let Him know
you will sing His hymn