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.🙃
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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. ☀️🙃☀️
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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
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
Photograph
Where to start? Just how may he begin
to say she looks as lovely on the outside
as he knows she is within?
🙃
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OnIqtV16B3k&pp=ygUPcGljdHVyZSBvZiB5b3Ug
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Be more careful! Otherwise you'll be writing an assessment of your hospital ward 🤕
🏥
One for Trotsky
or
Keep It Flying, Comrades!
The Winter now comes cold and dark and deep,
the warmth of summer just a memory
to all of Nature. Creatures fast asleep,
the skeletons of blasted woodland tree,
have given up, are locked in Winter's grip,
as World, a nightmare place of icy white,
knows temperatures that dip and dip and dip
as frigid Wnter's Day turns into Night.
But still defiantly the Holly bush
with burning berries challenges the ice
of tyrant Winter, never will it crush
that Holly's spirit in its freezing vice.
As long as in the frost there still lives Red,
the hope for us of Life shall not lie dead.
🍒
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E-EXt7vghQ0&pp=ygUSbWFyeCBsZW5pbiB0cm90c2t5
🚩
No surrender!
🚩
The Key
'You can't escape,' Love softly said,
'for I shall find you anywhere
you care to hide your pretty head.
You can't escape,' Love softly said,
'there's no escape, until you're dead,
from all the pain of love's affair.
You can't escape,' Love softly said,
'for I shall find you anywhere.
'A stinging arrow I shall send
to pierce your gentle beating heart,
a wound that you will never mend.
A stinging arrow I shall send
to kill with love. You can depend
on that, a sweetly poisoned dart,
a stinging arrow, I shall send
to pierce your gentle beating heart,
then feeling all of love's sharp pain
you'll sigh in sweetest agony
and know at last heart's ease again.
Then feeling all of love's sharp pain
pulsating through your heart and brain
you'll learn it's love that sets you free,
then feeling all of love's sharp pain
you'll sigh in sweetest agony.'
🏹
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0GaKMeX7t3c
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Onions
...we have layers
as I am quiet but bold
as they quietly grow
as they grow into a bulb
as I stand under sun's glow
with skins of pale white
seen on a plate a savoury sight
but as I sliced I begin to cry
even as I prepare them to fry
there's joy in every tears
expectations in every layers
as I sit down to crispy salads
mixed bacon, eggs and crispy fried onions
☕🥗🍣
Actually thinking of eating something similar for bfast today
https://youtu.be/06R2RWifERs?si=m1zT8pfpWhi07tsh
...we have layers
as I am quiet but bold
as they quietly grow
as they grow into a bulb
as I stand under sun's glow
with skins of pale white
seen on a plate a savoury sight
but as I sliced I begin to cry
even as I prepare them to fry
there's joy in every tears
expectations in every layers
as I sit down to crispy salads
mixed bacon, eggs and crispy fried onions
☕🥗🍣
Actually thinking of eating something similar for bfast today
https://youtu.be/06R2RWifERs?si=m1zT8pfpWhi07tsh
The Book 📕
Uncomplicated, it's an open book
that has within its binding just one leaf.
It can be understood with just one look,
its secrets known, the story only brief,
a single word that's deep and red and long
and if you've read it once you won't forget
its message crystal clear, the meaning strong,
enmeshing you within its letters' net.
Beware, though. Do not read this book alone!
It must be shared with someone who is true,
and if they're not the book will make you groan,
a sad romance that's starring only you.
This book you can not choose the 'when' to read,
and it will bring you joy – or make you bleed!
📗
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TqDhtaM83iI&pp=ygUUaSBjb3VsZCB3cml0ZSBhIGJvb2s%3D
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Bacon and eggs? Arrrgh! Just have a fried onion butty. Sizzle your rings! 🧅🍞🙃
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Lets fly High
there was a time
when every clocks' chime
was a missing you
always feeling blue
then my world was just us
we sat together back to back
with the sun and moon
straight in between us
there was a time
when I breathed in every sigh
that you shared
every day we breathe together
where are they now...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ykacmqxDxA
Twisting
A magic dancing in the blood
turns all of life from bad to good
as joy comes pouring in a flood
and makes us feel just as we should.
So then we smile at everything –
we have a Zing! We have a Zoom!
that banishes all thoughts of gloom,
and life becomes a sun-filled room
as Winter goes and in bounds Spring;
and then our heart is filled with song,
it sings out loudly, sings out strong,
and to its tune we skip along,
our world is right, there's nothing wrong;
and then we know we've found the key,
the answer which we can't dismiss,
the answer found in sweetest kiss,
the answer which is simply this:
to live in love is to be free.
🔑
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjMKz0wCGmw&pp=ygUSbG92ZSBpcyB0aGUgYW5zd2Vy
🔐
Rain
that's a nice song...never heard that before
it rained yesterday... did you know
I watched the afterglow of the sun
from the wetness of the window
the glass giving an ethereal reflection
I've been here before
at this corner of the tired building
like an old reel in a second show
replayed from a deserted studio
watching the rain drops filling the puddle
a memory of a past scuttled by
I saw a conflicted young girl
standing there her face tear stained
... looking helpless watching indifferent passers-by ❤️🩹
I love Barbara Streisand 🌹
https://youtu.be/xJNd1k7bluU?si=S76IQbaXjjUKlEU5
that's a nice song...never heard that before
it rained yesterday... did you know
I watched the afterglow of the sun
from the wetness of the window
the glass giving an ethereal reflection
I've been here before
at this corner of the tired building
like an old reel in a second show
replayed from a deserted studio
watching the rain drops filling the puddle
a memory of a past scuttled by
I saw a conflicted young girl
standing there her face tear stained
... looking helpless watching indifferent passers-by ❤️🩹
I love Barbara Streisand 🌹
https://youtu.be/xJNd1k7bluU?si=S76IQbaXjjUKlEU5
