Poem of 2024

Black
...black trimmed with gold is a traditional dress here

giving a talk today
nervous as a popinjay
on soap bubbles
rubbing on rubbles

will they listen
will they pay attention
or just look bored and glum
wishing to suck their thumb

will they be inspired
before they get retired
or run away far away
and never return



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHRvDo8rUoQ

Forever Young (at least that's my story and I'm sticking to it.) 🙃

My mirror lies! Its glassy eye is blind,
reflecting only things that don't begin
to see the living child that lies behind
the surface of that old and wrinkled skin.
My drumming heart heeds not the passing years,
but beats its rhythm always young and free
and dances on unburdened by Life's fears –
the only me that's ever been's still me!
So chuck away your mirrors, everyone,
and you'll be young until the day you die.
Your old reflection's nothing but a con,
so banish that old b*stard from your eye.
The truth is that, though Time turns round its wheel,
nobody's any older than they feel.

🙃

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9sldgunY3Fw&pp=ygUXZm9yZXZlciB5b3VuZyBib2IgZHlsYW4%3D


'To dance beneath the diamond sky,
with one hand waving free,
silhouetted by the sea,
let's forget about today until tomorrow.'

(Bob Dylan)


Are you dancin'?
Black and gold sounds nice.🙃

💃🕺

Progress
Bob Dylan rocks at any age. Try Leonard Cohen too...

washing and cleaning
wiping and brushing
after which its drying
a day to not be lazy

poking my keyboard
won't you write for me
like a kind magical pad
my brain is dry


when its food review...

A Bicycle – er – a Poem Built for Two.

She poked her keyboard, looking glum,
and sadly said, 'The words won't come.
My inspiration's gone away.
I won't be writing poems today.'

'Don't worry, Grace,' our boy replied,
'if you can't feel the words inside.
I'll tell you now just what I'll do,
I'll build a poem for me and you.

'Each verse will be a cosy room
that's warm and bright and free from gloom,
with adjectives upon the floor
and pretty nouns around the door.

'Its syntax will be soft and deep
and snuggled up we'll fall asleep
and all day long we'll doze and dream
and stacking zeds shall be our theme.

'We'll wake refreshed, pick up our pen,
and find our Muse is here again,
then scribble madly through the night
until the early morning light

'should shine and find upon our page
the finest poem of any age –
and then you'll write your food review
and lots of cash will come to you! 💰

💰🙃💰


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEeaS6fuUoA&pp=ygUXbG92ZWx5IGRheSBiaWxsIHdpdGhlcnM%3D

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Laughin' Len's too gloomy for me☹️. A bit of Bill instead. ☀️🙃☀️


☀️

Spiky

My eyes now host two prickly porcupines
who burrowed in when I was fast asleep.
Each time I blink they stab me with their spines
of spiteful malice, sharp and very deep,
so agonising I could even weep
as eyeballs blister, bloodshot, filled with pain..
I wish those porcupines were wooly sheep,
all soft and fluffy – but I wish in vain –
as porcupines dig in and stab my eyes again!

🦔👁️‍🗨️👁️‍🗨️🦔


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uxZxjDd_i4Q&pp=ygUVc3BsaW50ZXJzIGluIGV5ZSBzb25n

🦔👁️‍🗨️🦔

Oh, the agony!

👁️‍🗨️🦔👁️‍🗨️

Moose
I fell and skinned my knees, not funny at any age

so it was a goose and a moose
that wandered away and got lost
it was hen with a duck in flat wide shoes
joining them was a rabbit flying a frisbee

we may all know
when they're mounted on the wall
with a ribbon on their brow
to distinguish between them all

will the Frisbee be a girl
the goose a dandy
will the moose carry a parasol
during a very rainy day

the little congregation
parading their fashion
may come down the lane
walking behind the muffin man
🚶🫎🦒🦙🐇🪿
https://youtu.be/3YxaaGgTQYM?si=s5Pf8Ocqk6F412P8