Category Archives: Poetry

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

Three Became One

THREE BECAME ONE

“How do I look?”
We cared with youthful vanity
back in the day.
Setting ourselves on display

But all of this
was longing
for acceptance
in mutual admiration society

The connections were made
That lasted and didn’t last

We grasped at life
Clinging and letting go
With equal intensity

But it was all of youth’s
interminable searching
for a soul mate
while the inner-inner man
lay dormant
starved of the true reality

A Messiah is coming
Came
Remained
Completed
Three parts full
Vacuum gone

I fell into the water that was Living
Buoyant in spiritual love
Lovely word – redeemed
Maturing quickly and gradually
at the same time

With and in
the ups and downs
of life
– of all lives

But sustained throughout
and from then on
I was – borne up
on wings of eagles

Splendid things to come

Two become one
He governs me
with humility

Then she came
and three become one
in holy matrimony

 

 

 

 

 

The Hill

THE HILL

The tall tree beside the hill
Young boys rolling down
finding its adjunct

Buttercups blooming
flattened
(some)
on the roll

Up they would pant to the
top again
Falling down ‘headlong’
innocuously

All kinds of games
in Fresh air
mixed
with pollen and
various scents

Battle of Trafalgar?
…they knew nothing about
but re-wrote it’s history
a million times
…or thereabouts?

They knew each other well
In Phileo love
Interrupted by
contradiction
of the natural man

As
they all fought
for real on a bad day

Sloping home
It was ice-pops or ice cream or
penny chews or chewing gum
the reward of battles won

The hill never spoke
Never complained at being
trodden underfoot

They all knew it’s name
But never wondered why

The ‘Dummy’s Hill’
A green mound still
found
in memory’s sigh

 

 

 

 

 

Fishing Bond

FISHING BOND

The dew rested on the grass
That semi-chill factor
Pins and needles effect
On your advancing face

Good job – these water boots!
The grass is so long

Morning – Right time to fish
Or so they say

Settled
First cast in

Birds chirping now
with intermittent grace

And yes straight away
bite on the line
Played well and landed

Catch and release
ten fish later and
it’s time for a ‘home made’

Sandwich and a slurp of soup

Back to the casting
But as the day dwindles past noon
Then past the six o’clock mark
So too dwindles the fish

Still – thirty fish can’t be bad
Let’s call it a day
Did I say: my son caught more?

I pretend envy
While secretly so glad
for his success
Best buddies in the love of God
Thank you fish
My excuse for bonding

 

 

 

 

Thoughts for the day

THOUGHTS FOR THE DAY

How many words in a thought?
Thought for the day
Hard to stop a thought for the day

I thought I might say:
‘It’s worth some thought’
(Worth thinking about)
But some thought it wasn’t

You approach the thought
In a circumspect kinda way
Is it on board as
your thought for the day?

Thought about thoughts?
Many and varied
Here – then away

You can’t record ‘em all
They are too fast
Fleeting thoughts don’t stay

You have thought about this
– right?
You and your thoughts
exclusive – not inclusive

Unless you share them
or give them away

Thoughts – where would we be
If we didn’t have thought’s company?

Penny for your thoughts
Write ‘em down
Are they grandiose?
Thought so

I will leave you with this thought:
Capture and bottle your thoughts
Make sure they are medicine
Just what the doctor ordered

But I think there’s so much more to say
About thought-life
As there are thoughts that are death
And Christ’s Life that takes ‘em away.

 

 

Marathon Personality

MARATHON PERSONALITY

New adventure
mounting up
(and amounting to…?)

Mountains too…
You are rising up…

Knew you would rise…
– As rising you always do

You’ve got the backbone
To persevere
And mount the obstacles
As hurdlers do

You and your
entourage of friends
Holding you up
Bearing you up
On your long charitable journey
On foot
Marathon miles
put in
You did it for this good cause
But did it – really for you

You like a challenge
– And if good comes of it
All the better

Up hill
down dale
hedges, hedgerows, fences
and stone walls

Rivers deep and wide
Narrow and cobbled
You venture on

Sore to the bone
Muscle spasms
Pain again and again
Still you motor on

I go with you
(In thought alone)

Not up for this:
Thought alone is too severe
I jest –
all the best

Great adventurer –
you will always be.

Admirers all along the way
Cheering you on
in one’s and two’s
And crowds of ‘em
and more
Hail you heartily
Embrace your good deed:
‘Marathon man
extraordinaire’

Finishing line in site
after long, long days
You reach it – embrace it
Collapse on it
but with a smile

Collect the beans
See they get to the right place
The cause of charity

You now – slow
Sit back
reflect
Breath easy
rest
(You can you know?)

You know
the rest

won’t last

While the rest

encourage you to go again.

 

 

The Manufacturer’s Way

THE MANUFACTURER’S WAY

Silk purse from a sow’s ear
Ain’t gonna happen
Water from a stone?
Depends…

Buttermilk when there’s
no butter?

Still life
of a moving target?

Over exuberant TV presenter
with nothing reserved for emphasis

Guarded words from the Magistrate
Ineffective for the closed-off criminal

You advance to engage
Make friends
Show yourself friendly

Friendship
much under-estimated
because of it’s bad press

Still
as purses and sow’s ears
don’t gel

There is always
using them for something else.

Nothing is worthless
Though you may feel that way

Let me encourage you –
Find yourself a new potter
to make you – anew

Using the clay you provide
But you must learn the manufacturer’s way

He strips down and replaces
He washes your feet to show
the alternative way
He offers the towel for you to dry
He puts you through the processes
until you come out – shining bright

And watches to see if blemishes
re-appear
and need removed again

His eternal patience leaves us aghast

How can such as He
Remain with such as me?

Indeed
what is man that you are mindful of him?
The Great Potter – remakes the clay

Find the manufacturer’s way